Sara Lance And Ava Sharpe Novels & Stories

Only half the chapter seems to have been uploaded and I have now fixed that. I know you’re asking about if you’ll see these characters again…right now, I’m letting them rest but I hope to update you on them in the future. Right now I’m focusing on my new stories which I know you’ll also love. In the next one, After waking from a 5 month coma, Ava Lancaster watches her beloved daughter die. Ex-husband Zach Lorne, allowed the mother of his first child, cunning Sienna Sinclair to use little Lila as a medical pawn. Consumed by grief, Ava sets their mansion ablaze—clutching Lila’s body while Zach pleads outside, powerless to stop the flames. Yet life isn’t over for them. She awakens in the past,

And she would take one step closer to revenge before the night ended. Lucas Kane watched from the far end of the room. He remained hidden in plain sight, blending with the crowd, his dark eyes following her with precision. He did not interfere; he waited. Ava had made her move by approaching him earlier, but this was the critical moment. She would allow the wedding to proceed, let Mark taste his victory, feel the security of his conquest, and then—she would vanish like a shadow. And Lucas would be there to ensure she disappeared without leaving a trace.

“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.

I trained my body for years, cultivated my mind, and above all, hardened my heart not to feel any compassion for Alexander Will Bennett. My name is Ava Smith, I'm twenty-four years old, and I hold a degree in economics. I speak five languages: French, English, Spanish, German, and Italian. Tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles on my face, I possess striking beauty. I am powerful, dangerous, and can have any man I desire eating out of my hand.

On their wedding day, Lance stabbed Avaria in the chest using a soul dagger, the only weapon capable of killing a powerful black fairy like her. "How could you do this to me, Lance? You deceived me into marrying you and making me lower my guard so that you could kill me," Avaria exclaimed, clutching her blood-soaked chest. "It's impossible for someone like me from the righteous pack to fall in love with a wicked black fairy from the demon pack," Lance cruelly replied. He then commanded the werewolves from the righteous pack to eliminate all the werewolves from the demon pack.

Chapter 80 The post Sharon was about to walk away when the gate opened and someone actually called her. On turning back it was Ava. "What do you want? What's the problem? Ava shrugged at her the moment she approached her outside the gate. "wow! You look cool. I'm Sharon and I'm sure you're Ava right? Sharon uttered with a smile, bringing out her hands for a shake when Ava helped her to drop it down. "What do you want? Go straight to the point". Ava rasped in at her, getting tired of her Drama and knowing what she will say won't trigger her.

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

He's fucking hot but his shitty character spoils it all. There is a knock of my door, Maria comes in with a red head girl. "Ava, she wanted to see you". I give her a smile and nod. I smile and bring out my usual paper... YOU ARE WELCOME. "Thank you. My name is Peyton" She may be around my age. With long red hair and long lashes, she a bit taller than I am and is wearing a bom shorts and crop top and ankle chain, she's in a white heels, and carrying a chain bag.