Sara Lance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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 whole time, Sara is riding my face, moaning and even screaming my name. Sara grabs the front of my hair, and our eyes lock. She bites her lip, and I smirk, upping the tempo on her cunt. She’s dripping wet, so much so that she’s soaking me, but I fucking love it! ‘Come for me, Sara!’ I demand into our mind-link. “Leander!” Sara screams and shudders as she comes hard into my mouth. I lick and suck at her pussy until she can take no more, pushing me away and climbs off me.

Zayn in Sara room at night. Sara :it's seems like you always dreaming about me Zayn : why you don't like to see me here? Sara : you startled me everytime. I'm gonna sleep , I'm so tired today. Zayn :no talk to me little. Sara : no Im going to sleep. Zayn : okay fine come on sleep. Zayn laying her bed. Sara is getting nervous. Sara : no I can't ,I know it's your soul only visiting me not your body but still uncomfortable. so get up.

Sara placed the phone on her chest and stared at the ceiling from the middle of her bed where she lay down, facing up. “Yes!” she exclaimed joyfully. “I can’t wait to see Bryan’s handsome, cute and annoying face.. Weeping and depressed about his one and only.. no.. . the one he chose over Sara..” she suddenly stopped and gasped, holding her chest. “... she’s what? Oh no, that’s impossible” she said, and burst into hysterical laughter, rolling on the bed. “As for Doughlas, I’ll put him in his place” she said casually… She had truly grown wings.

“It’s Ilyana. Why the hell is she even here in the palace? It keeps eating at me every single day. Everyone’s looking at her like she’s some kind of folklore hero. Like she walked out of an old story and saved the whole kingdom single-handed. I hate it. I hate every second of it.” Sara’s face changed. The heat in her eyes turned sharp and cold. “You’re thinking about her while you’re inside me?” “No. It’s not like that.” “Sounds exactly like that to me.” She climbed off the bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. Her movements were quick and angry. She yanked her dress over her head and pulled it down hard. “You’re obsessed with her. Just admit it.”

My subconscious was attempting to dispel my suspicion that Sara wasn't fond of my kiss. We posed for magazines before leaving for our house. I could arrange a discreet marriage ceremony with her, but I want to make it clear to the world that she is now Aron Finge, and no one should dare to follow her. I know she already has a large male fan base due to her engaging, sexy writing style. Many men share my fantasies about her after reading her articles; I had her all to myself before anyone else bothered to find out about her. She fell asleep as soon as she got in the car.

I want to argue, but her words hit closer to home than I'd like to admit. "Remember how they treated you," she continues. "The dismissal, the rejection. You're better off without that toxicity." I nod slowly, her logic making sense even as my heart resists. "You're right. I know you're right, but…" "Luna!" A sharp voice cuts through our conversation. I turn to see Sara, a girl who's been obsessed with Liam since I've known her. She stands near the stage with a microphone in her hand, pointing directly at me, her expression somewhere between malicious glee and fake sweetness.

Sara's POV "I, Richardson Dawson, Alpha of the Moonlit pack, reject you, Sara Tierra , as my mate and Luna of this pack," I heard Richardson 's voice reach my ear, and a single tear ran down my left cheek as it felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.

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.

Eric closed his eyes and moved away from Lance. “Damn,” Lance scoffed. “If you don’t want to say it, then fine! I am not going to tell you what I will do.” He tilted his body to the other side and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep when he felt so uncomfortable sharing a tent with his childhood enemy. “I had a dream.” At Eric’s solemn voice, Lance opened his eyes again. “When I was in Singapore, I dreamed about you.” Lance felt creepy when he heard that. ‘Why does it sound like a confession?’ he worried. ‘Don’t tell me, the person he really likes isn’t Jane but… me?!’