Sara Lance Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Sara's gaze darted from one side to the other, as if she were scared that if she revealed who it was then she might be in trouble. “I slipped and hit my head on the washing machine. It was a fatal one,” she said, her face flushed in embarrassment. Yet something inside of me didn’t want to believe her words, this young lady looked sad. “Are you sure?” I asked again, hoping she would say the truth. Instead, Sara cleared her throat and flashed a weak smile my way. “Yes, Luna. It happened because I was lost in my mind and a little bit sad about not having any friends here,” she responded and my brows pinched together.

It was as if she was not with us. “I didn’t hear you well. I just processed the whole thing now.” “You heard right. She has romantic feelings for Alpha Damon and it is not okay for us to leave Sarai in such wolf’s care.” Loretta said. “You are staying and I will always come every weekend as well. Nothing must happen to Sarai and I will ensure her safety.” Lydia said firmly without much persuasion. She faces me. “Does Sarai knows about her intentions” “Yes, she has a gift of reading thoughts. I guess she was able to read her thoughts and figured things out herself.” I responded.

"Lucas loved me until the checks stopped clearing. My father loved me until I became an independent variable. Why would you be any different? You’re a König. You were raised to win. And I am the ultimate win in this city." ​"I don't want a win, Sara! I wanted a partner!" ​"Then go find one who isn't broken!" I pointed toward the door, my hand shaking. "Go find a woman who believes in sparks and fairy tales. Because every time a man looks at me the way you just did, I don't feel 'special.' I feel like a target. I feel like something that’s about to be used and discarded."

“You’ll regret doing this to me, Brandon! I’ll surely get my revenge!” I can't do anything to comfort her. I know that she’s hurt and she will never take revenge on me. Sara is a sweet woman. We met in college, twelve years ago. We graduated and built our dreams together. She also knows that I am a Lycan and also thought that we’re mates. Because my love was sincere. Turned out that everything was just a fleeting moment… I planned on going to the hospital to visit Brent after work but before I leave, my phone rang.

“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.” “Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.” “Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”