Sara-j Novels & Stories

Sara who was friends with Ariana and Camilla asked. Ariana just nodded, she had no time to entertain this looser. "A-Ariana can i-i come with you?" Sara asked. Ariana sneered, "what in the world do you think you will do after accompanying me? do you even know why I'm going to see her or where I am going to see her from? stay within your limits and don't interfere in things that don't concern you"

Aria did not move for a long time. She remained anchored to the floor, her body as still as the reinforced walls surrounding her. It was not a paralysis of fear or an inability to stand; she was measuring. She had become a finely tuned instrument, recording every breath, every microscopic shift of her weight, and every small, discordant reaction occurring beneath her skin.

“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.” “Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.” “Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”

Alys laughed as Sara let go of her and leaned back, keeping her hands on either side of her shoulders. “Sorry, I just got so excited! I am Sara Weston, Jax’s sister. I have been dying for one of these guys to get a mate so there would be another woman in the ranked members! We are going to be best friends, I can already tell.” She beamed at Alys and gave her another hug. Sara had shoulder length curly dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and light creamy skin. She had a sense of strength about her but in a calming sort of way. Alys liked her right away.

Bohdan saw Cara fall to the floor in a heap, and then saw the woman standing behind her holding the fence post digger she used to hit her. The woman was slight of build, olive colored skin with dark eyes and long brown hair. Her name was Sara. She was panting and almost shaking but the look in her eye was that of a cornered animal. She was pissed. “You let my girls go,” Sara said. She locked eyes with Bohdan and readied herself to strike out at him.

To her, they were the most beautiful things in the world. Which is how Lily discovered the final change her life had wrought in her. Lily wasn’t the only person in school who had noticed Sara, she was, after all, a very beautiful young lady. Barely five foot two, and one hundred twenty pounds, she had pale luminous skin with a heart stopping, hourglass figure.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Then, just as quickly, the edges of his gaze softened, a rare flicker of personal concern slipping past the unshakable Beta exterior. Behind him, Sarael appeared, her presence strikingly contrasting John’s carefully measured demeanor. Her long, wavy dark hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose, effortless curls, a few rebellious strands brushing against her golden-toned skin. She moved with easy confidence, her warm brown eyes lively as she rummaged through the satchel slung over her shoulder, muttering to herself as she searched. A moment later, her face lit up, and she lifted her gaze, flashing a broad, knowing smile that instantly eased the weight in my chest.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Half the reason I relented to Tien’s pestering was to spare whatever poor soul would be on the other end of the gadget he’d been working on all morning. Thankfully or unfortunately, Thara disrupts me trying to recount every vegetable in the stands at the main access point of the entertainment part of the square. “Keep that up, and you’ll have a date to Harvest fest in no time,” Sara surprises me walking past in the opposite direction. She’s always been a know-it-all, and far less accurate or explanatory about her comments than Ayame. Still, the lift of her sandy brows and heat in her sky-blue eyes does make me question what I’m doing.