Sara Lance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sara was still silent, staring at the wall, though the mention of that name made her skin crawl. “My Parlanchina, help me so that I can help you. I swear I don't want us to argue again. Do you not trust me?” When he approached her to hug her, he noticed that Sara was trembling. Damn, what did that guy do to her? Why is she so afraid of him?

the voice said. "You know nothing of what I am capable of doing,” she replied without thought. She had no idea what could have sparked this much hatred, though. Sarah was still sifting through the memories, but none of them were adding up to her or her team had done something so evil that they needed to die or be kidnapped, and then God knows what would happen to them. "I do, dear Daktari. I know more than you think.” the voice said.

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

Tell me it's a prank, " She demands, leaning forward. I shake my head. I am sure she will trust me, no matter what. "I'm off, Sara. We'll talk in the morning. I don't wanna hide under my blanket." She pushes herself up and grabs the glass of wine. She walks around the table. She looks a little tipsy but she walks without stumbling. I nod, "Good night, Lisa." I smile, I didn't mean to scare her. "Yes, night!" She hugs me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“Of course you would. She’s using just a part of what’s in her—the part that can move without thinking. But a tiny part was enough to lift trees the size of buildings and break the ground.” I kept my eyes ahead, trying not to let the shake in my voice show. “I’ve battled wolves. Alphas. Rogues. Hybrids. But I’ve never sensed anything like that.” “That’s because she’s not like them,” Sara said. “She’s a Thane.” We walked a little further in silence. I held Selene tighter, feeling her heartbeat through her chest. “She almost took me, Sara,” I finally said then. “I mean, she came this close.” I raised my right hand and squinted at the gap between my thumb and first finger. “If it hadn’t been fo

“I don’t understand.” It was Lucian’s turn to get up and pace the floors. “Sara is no’ the female I thought she was. After the trial and yer expulsion, she came tae me and told me that she didnae need tae be with me, that she was going tae remain with her mate. A brief time afterward, she was with child. It’s no’ my child. It’s his.”

What game was he playing? “You don't have to do this,” Lily whispered urgently. “It feels wrong.” She was right, everything about this screamed setup. But watching Sara preen and posture made something wild and reckless rise in my chest. “Actually, I do,” I murmured back. "Some people need to learn that they can't always get what they want through manipulation.” Sara was already mounting her horse with practiced grace, her riding outfit suddenly making perfect sense. She'd planned this, probably been waiting in the wings for just the right moment.

She titled her head towards the door Lucean had left and I imagined he was just right on the other side, easily listening in to every word we said. “I understand you don’t trust him Sara, took me a while to be comfortable around him but—” “You’ve been around him?” Sara cut me off, wide eyed and clearly stricken with horror. “I mean yes…” My thoughts drifted to the time Lucean had massaged my ankle, the time he rubbed over my fractured rib, the sensation of wetness that flooded between my legs and I winced, closing my eyes and shaking the thoughts and urges that suddenly raged through me.

Sylvia asked, using her arm to defend herself from the bashing pillow. “No, no, no, this can’t be happening. This is a dream, a very twisted and perverted dream, and I will wake up in my bed after I have been masturbating.” Sara said as she closed her eyes, sitting there as if she would be in her home when she opened them. “You know you are adorable when you are flustered?” Sylvia said, inching closer to Sara. “What are you doing? Don’t come….muh,” Sara said when she peeked but was interrupted by Sylvia’s passionate kiss as Sylvia parted Sara’s mouth, and their tongues intertwined with passion.

Sara winked looking Lucy up and down as she put her hands on her hips. "Oh stop!" Lucy laughed, waving dismissively. Sara was right though; she did hope that Gabriel liked her sense of taste when it came to fashion. "He won't be able to keep his hands off of you when you two get in that tent tonight!" Sara hummed as she linked arms with Lucy pulling her toward some shops. "Sara!" Lucy said with a shocked tone. "It's bound to happen sooner rather than later, girl. Get some," Sara said bluntly as she brushed her hair over her shoulder with her free hand.