Novel & Cerita Sara Lance Fanfiction

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?!’

"What the fuck are you talking about? How is she any better than me?! Is it because of her background or what exactly does she have that you can't find in me?!" Lance's eyes roamed over me as I asked those questions and he chuckled. He gesture towards my body and I felt naked, exposed as I realized what he was trying to say. "Take a look at yourself and then..." he pointed at the TV, which was showing a picture of Ariel Roderigo, "at Ariel's body. Can you see those killer curves, soft ass, and the boobs... damn! I can't even imagine how soft and full they'd feel in my hands as I pressed and sucked them. See the difference between the two of you?"

, noticing the way she was looking at him, Eren asked her, thinking there was more to her weird story, but the girl’s eyes were suddenly clouded with sadness, breaking their eyes contact, she looked down at her palms as her lower lip trembled. Sara always considered her relationship with the young duke as her daydream, an escape from her grey life, she was happy in that little colorful space she created with him, she was herself without all the shackles of her identity, she always ran away to that dream not preparing herself for the day life starts chasing after her, tainting her dream grey. She almost laughed at herself for hoping things might have lasted but seeing his expression, she fel

No, she didn't want to die like this. “I was enjoying touching her juicy body.” “I want to sleep with her.” "I want to touch her big breasts." “What if she will tell someone?” “She must have died before telling anyone. Let’s go and see. It will be fun.” Sara Owen shuddered when she heard two men talking about her. She didn’t want them to bit and touch her skin. But to escape, it took both courage and strength. She had courage, but not strength.

“Spread your legs wider.” She did. The position made her feel utterly exposed. Mr. Vance stood and walked behind her. His large hand smoothed over her ass cheek through the skirt, then squeezed hard. “Nice ass. Good hips for breeding.” His voice dropped lower. “Have you ever been fucked by a man old enough to be your father, Sara? Have you ever let a superior use your tight little cunt to decide your future?” Sara whimpered softly, shame and arousal warring inside her. “No, sir… but I’m willing to do anything for this job.”

He cackled, turning to look at Lucian. Lucian's face had turned red in fury and he even found it hard to speak. “After this, I saw how much you loved the feeling of having the authority to do whatever you wanted, and it sucked. I had to work harder, and I did. But I must say Sara is the best partner-in-crime ever! She brought all the information I needed to make the people hate you. And guess what?? It worked.” In awe, my gaze diverted from Bernard and landed on Sara. I couldn’t believe that a sweet soul like her was actually a monster.

she asked, suddenly looking annoyed. . “Oh, I get it now—you’re trying to manipulate me into believing we had something in the past, hoping to score my father’s throne by making me like you and eventually marry you? Such a worn-out trick,” she accused, her words making my eyes widen in shock. “Hold on, Lunaria, that’s not my intention—” I tried to explain, but she cut me off. "Nathan, I... I think I need some fresh air. I’ll be back shortly," Sarah whispered suddenly, her voice trembling. Without waiting for a response, she turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone with Lunaria.

Arielle whimpered, leaning into him as she clutched her stomach. “She’s bleeding!” “Oh no!” “Cassie did this to her!” Then I saw blood dripping down her legs. “It hurts so much! Cassie did this to me!” Arielle cried, pointing a finger at me. “That’s a lie!” I shouted, pointing a trembling finger at her. “You’ve been sneaking around with him this whole time!” But Lance’s glare was ice-cold. “Cassie, enough! You’ve done enough!” My throat tightened as I watched Arielle snuggle closer, a faint, smug smirk on her lips. Lance wrapped a protective arm around her, whispering soft reassurances.

She needed to do whatever she could to make sure of two things: that Angelica lived and Madeline died. Sara practically jumped up the stairs as she mentally apologised to everyone fighting, hoping they would be okay without her for just a little while. It didn’t take long for Sara to run down that hallway which reeked of rotting flesh and burst through the already broken door to find Angelica cuddled in Carla’s arms behind Nina and Gabriel with someone else looming over them ready to attack, his claws extended, his hair wild and when he looked over his shoulder and caught her eyes, she saw nothing but murderous rage, ready to spill blood without conscious. Sara used a spell to propel the pot

I mumbled. “Things are already bad, Lila. You just haven’t admitted it yet.” Before I could say anything else, the door swung open. Sara stood there in her usual black dress, arms crossed, looking down her nose at us like we were a pile of filth. Her eyes landed on me first, then on Loraine. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “Nothing that threatens your position,” Loraine said sweetly, her smile sharp. Sara’s lips thinned. “Hmm.”