Sara Stark Novels & Stories

Doctor Dave came out of the room and saw me watching the lady from the window. "Don't feel sad sir, okay, Sara has been here for over a year now, she's crazy and overly dangerous" he made known to me, returning my eyes the second I heard the name he called. "Did you just say, Sara?" I asked as he shook his head affirming my words. "Okay erm, what's her surname and who brought her here?". Somehow I felt compelled to ask, hopefully, he gives me the name I am drying to hear, the doctor says, and I quote, " the lady in there! Her name is Sara Scott she's the lady, Elena Khan is paying me to keep under lock and key!.

' thought the beautiful girl with a vicious smirking expression . " You really are a shorty ! " said the beautiful girl . ' This girl seems quite hostile towards me......... ' thought Kiara . " It's the first time that we meet . You know me but I don't know you ! Do you have a name ?! " said Kiara . " He he ! My name is Sara . You can call me lady Sara ! I am the daughter of one of the most influential aristocrats of the vampire clan . Pleased to meet you miss human ! " said Sara with a polite smile .

Yet just as she lowered her eyes to glance at the provided materials, Emily sensed an unfriendly gaze directed her way—Sara's. Sara stood not far away, dressed in a deep V-neck white blouse and fitted black pants. Her lips, painted a bold crimson, matched her striking eye makeup, lending her an air that was equal parts alluring and intimidating. The juxtaposition of these two women—each beautiful, yet so different in style—naturally drew attention from those nearby. Sara held a composed, professional smile, nodding towards Emily in greeting, her posture conveying respect. But beneath that polite façade, there was an edge—a cold, almost imperceptible sharpness hidden in her eyes.

I nodded. She exhaled, pulling out a chair and sitting down as if she were going to be there awhile. “Well… how honest do you want me to be?” I shot her a look. “Out with it.” “She’s having trouble,” Sara said flatly. “Not because she’s not smart—she is, Dante. Smarter than any woman they’ve run through this program. But…” She paused then, and shrugged one shoulder as if to say, people were people. “She’s too… human. Permit me for using that word.”

Rachel West said it ironically, James Smith stared at her coldly, and suddenly felt that this woman had really changed a lot. She had never spoken to him in such a sarcastic tone before. In front of him, she has always been flattering. Now her sarcastic and alienated attitude really made him a little uncomfortable, even a little annoyed. Just then, his phone rang suddenly, it was Max Holland. "Mr. Smith, Linda Park's boss, has been found out, her name is Lana Lance. She used to be a little-known actor. Later, she opened a studio and signed Linda Park, but Lana Lance didn't know much about the contract."

The sight of her stopped Zara in her tracks. Instead of a stiff business suit, the woman wore a red sweater with a square neckline that showed off her long neck and delicate collarbone. She also wore a black skirt and short boots. It was a perfect blend of professional and chic. Her wavy hair added a touch of glamor to the stark conference room. It was Sarah. She was the same woman Stefan had brought aboard the Stewart family's yacht. The instant Zara saw her, memories flooded back of the night Yosef had handed her over to Stefan and taken Sarah with him.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

I rushed into the pack infirmary with Lara beside me, and Dalton silently followed. Inside, the healers scrambled to clear a bed. I laid Sara down, brushing her cheek gently, trying to stir her awake. Nothing. Her breathing was too soft, her eyelids fluttering but never fully opening. Lara was already in her professional mode, checking Sara’s pulse, opening her mouth, lifting her eyelids. “She’s under some kind of spell or toxin,” Lara muttered. “But it’s not typical rogue magic. It’s something older… fouler.” I felt my stomach twist. “She’s going to be okay, right?”