Sara Lance And Ava Sharpe Novels & Stories

"We're reclaiming a birthright. Miller, get the files on Lillian Vance. We’re going to show the world exactly what kind of man Daniel Vance is." Ava looked at the photo one last time, her eyes hardening into the same steel I saw in Nathaniel. "Ryan thinks he's marrying into power," she whispered. "He has no idea he's marrying into a graveyard."

Sara’s voice followed, in a breathy moan. “Mhm… Kent…” Lance’s jaw tightened. He shouldn’t be here. She was his girlfriend's mother, who had moved in with them because her apartment was infested. She was also a sexy as fuck Milf and Lance had been day dreaming about fucking her for months. He shouldn’t listen to her private moment, but his feet moved anyway. He edged the door wider so he could see her. "Hot damn," Sara was sprawled on her bed in nothing but a loose tank top. She obviously had no bra on because her plump tits kept shifting as her hand worked her pussy under her panties.

The photograph felt like a live wire in my hands. Lanc, so young, his face unlined by the bitterness and obsession that would later consume him. And her. Valeria Sable. Not a historian, but a ghost from his past, with a laugh that seemed to mock the tragedy that followed. V.S. The initials were a brand, searing a new, unknown chapter into a story I thought was complete.

And tomorrow, they will finally see the cost of trying to steal it. Ava stood beside Liam, her heart pounding with anticipation and fear. The gravestones seemed to loom over them, casting long shadows in the morning light. Suddenly, a car pulled up, and Rachel stepped out, her hair pulled back tightly and her lips pale. Luciana emerged from another car, her eyes fixed on Ava and Liam with an unnerving intensity. And then, from behind the gravestones, Landon Crosse walked out, alive and smiling, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. The scene was set for a confrontation that would change everything.

She told me, still in shock, she was nervous, and it was driving me crazy with desire, seeing the effect we had on her. I looked her up and down; her body was taking my breath away, the physical similarity between her and Arya, it was amazing they are two peas in a pod, but at the same time, both so different to me. "Stupid human, let me take control. She should be mine, ours, take her and mark her before it's too late," Lance was saying in mind.

Those women were downcast and didn't say a word; they were ashamed. "Furthermore, as you can see," Ava continued, "we captured your spies who were following my every move, so you haven't known about us in the last few hours. You've lost, Karen Hastings!" "You're a damn liar!" Karen shouted and lunged at Ava, but Daniel stopped her movements, taking her by the shoulders and pulling her away from the young woman.

Leon::"Sorry for eavesdropping but Ava: have you heard your friend I am your prince charming so you better think before fighting with me.May be the prince will get upset." Ava::"No worries.....I know how to deal with the prince." Sara::"Hi I am Sara:." Leon::"Hi , I amLeon:." Sara::"The invader of my friends heart." Ava::"Typical Rach." Leon::"It's a pleasure to meet you." Sara::"The pleasure is all mine." Leon::"I have never met you but I have heard a lot about you." Sara::"With me Ava: always talks about you.How you have changed her life for good."

Opening it, I searched for an ID and found her driver’s license. *Knock knock.* I placed her bag on the side table and walked to the door. When I opened it, I saw Gabriel standing there, his expression serious. “What’s wrong?” he asked as I stepped aside to let him in. “Who is she, Enzo?” “Well, according to her driver’s license, her name is Ava Rossi,” I said, watching him sniff the air before his back stiffened. “She is a rogue.” “Yes,” I confirmed, feeling the weight of the situation settle heavily on my shoulders.

A reminder that not everyone was willing to accept the changes happening around Carver. With the workday finally at an end, Ava headed up to Carver's office, her mind still heavy with the weight of Lana's words. She knew that she and Carver were strong, that what they had was real and beautiful, but she couldn't shake the feeling that Lana's coldness was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.

Scarlett held Ava in her arms in the center of the stage, and only Sara was left alone. It felt too familiar to Sara to be left alone like that. It was her life. "Ava, let's go," Sara held out her hand to Ava, maintaining the smile on her face with all her willpower, "We belong to the coven, sweetheart." Ava shot Sara a glare. She wouldn't have warmed up to Scarlett this fast if Sara hadn't slapped her on the face. To be honest, Ava didn't understand why Sara was still so passionate about joining the coven. They tricked Killian, sure, but Ava knew she didn't have magic! Sara knew that, too! So why was Sara so eager to go with Killian when she knew it was a death sentence if their plan ever g