Sara Lance And Ava Sharpe Novels & Stories

As soon as I got to the very edge of the crowd, one girl shouted out my name and everyone dispersed to let me through. The crowd split into two groups. One side had signs that read, ‘Ava the hero!’ and ‘Ava Velasco is my Luna!’. The other side, though, had very different posters. ‘Sarah deserves better!’ ‘Ava is a brat!’ ‘Ava pushed Sarah!’

Zara let the quiet sit for a moment before speaking again, her voice soft, but now carrying a gentle curiosity. “…Who is this person?” The question was simple. Open. Ragnar’s fingers shifted slightly against the armrest. For a second, he didn’t answer. Not because he didn’t want to but because saying it felt like crossing a line he couldn’t step back from. But he had already gone too far to pretend this was nothing. “…Lance.” The name came out low. Controlled. Zara repeated it softly. “…Lance.” There was a pause. A small one but different this time.

“I’m older than you, and I’m no worse for the wear.” “No worse for the – your nose is bleeding!” Ava shrieked. “It could be broken!” “Calm yourself, honey,” Ray soothed. “It wouldn’t be the first time my nose has been broken – if it is.” “My SUV is over here,” Lance said like nothing was going on. “See you tomorrow.” “Bye, and thanks for having our backs,” Jesse said. “No problem. We usually do,” Lance said. Shane and Gill began to follow him.

He still called Ava the wicked one sometimes, spitting the word like it tasted bad, ready to burn things down when I finally told him the rest. And out there in the world the other kids had turned eighteen too, living their shiny lives while I built mine in the shadows. Liv and Kacy had gotten married quiet and fast after the mess, raising those twins Saphira and Sara like nothing bad ever happened. Sara was the pretty one, all influence and attitude, strutting around like Ava’s clone doing modeling gigs, posting pictures online, getting paid to smile and pose and act like the world owed her attention. She talked over everybody, laughed loud, influenced her friends into whatever dumb idea sh

It addressed the shadow Mia had tried to cast over me: "Furthermore, after an interrogation of the captured scents and digital trails, we find Ava Hart—the Silver Wolf of Turner Studios—entirely innocent of these schemes. To restore the honor of the craft, the Vale officially acknowledges her grace and integrity, proven by the evidence we hold in our iron grip."

Sarah answered, purposely leaving out her last name. She knew she had to give some error so that they could have something to nit pick at. That way they can correct her and make her answer fully that way when they started with the real question they would believe what she said. Lance came over and pressed on the chains so they sizzled into her thighs. She winced and shut her eyes against the pain. “Your whole name.” Bruce said firmly. “Sarah Alexander.” Sarah said he eyes down casted as she spoke. Lance pulled on the chains and brought them up to her neck. She wasn't quite sure why he was attempting to hurt her some more. Her body was starting to respond to the wolf bane. She slowly started

_____ A woman with light brown hair and burgundy sleek gown walks through my office door with a smile that almost touched her eyes. "Good day Ava, my name is Allison Knight but please call me miss A. You must've met madam P, she directed me here, I'm assuming you are?" She asked prolonging her sentence before I could finally process what she'd asked me, I pleasantly smile as I ruffle through my files, searching for an already written note of an introduction of myself. "I'm Ava Williams, the CEO of The Tropical Diner, please have a seat," I watch miss A read the script a little audibly and when she was dove she smiles pleasantly as she settled down.

Could it be that the High Alpha's heavy warmth is melting the ice in my veins? "Welcome every ear in the territory to another moon of 'Full Access Entertainment'! If our muzzles must speak of the most dominant she-wolf in the fashion valleys today, no other runner fits the hide better than Ava Hart from the Vale Media Group. With her long, flawless legs and her envy-inducing stride on the high logs, the moment her paws touch the runway, her spirit immediately demands the submission of the entire valley."

Lance said, his voice breaking with emotion. He didn’t know how to start, especially since he was meeting his daughter in such an unexpected way. He didn’t want her to be shocked or scared of him because of what happened to his daughter. “My name is Starr. I am the daughter of Lance Hart and Celine Salvatore.” She introduced what her mother had taught her. A torrent of tears escaped Lance’s eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m Lance Hart,” he said, a smile gracing his lips as he introduced himself. “Would it be alright if I gave you a hug?”

Daniel tried to follow, but she stopped him. “My name,” she started, “is Avana Le Granc Dubes, Queen, and Head of the Order of Shadows. I…” she faltered. Ava took a moment to compose her thoughts, staring into space. “I started the war between the shadows and the vampires and werewolves. It was on my orders that my people revolted. We wanted to have more power. Not over any of you. We wanted power over ourselves. Over everything you possessed that we could not have. We thought—I thought you cheated us out of things you all took for granted. You treated us like second-class citizens, like slaves, for your amusement. You scorned and treated like we were nothing,” she said bitterly.