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!.

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."

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?”

she hissed, her tone venomous. “Am I?” I took another step forward, forcing her to take a step back. “Then watch me. Watch as I rebuild everything you tried to destroy. Watch as I reclaim what’s mine. And when it’s all over, Sara, you’ll have nothing left nothing but the memory of the moment you realized you were never strong enough to beat me.” Sara’s face twisted in anger, she was never one to take silence as an answer. She strolled up to a nearby display, her manicured nails tapping against the glass case as she inspected a pristine dress labeled 30 Million Euros.

she continued, her tone filled with malice. Gasping in surprise, I stammered, "What do you mean I damaged your image? I haven't done anything wrong." Fear gripped me as I realized the severity of the situation. Sara had been released from prison, and she'd been seeking revenge ever since. "Don't pretend to be innocent, Leah. You know what you did," she accused, her words like daggers. I continued to back away, my breathing becoming heavier with each passing moment. "I didn't do anything, Sara. You know the truth. You were the one who destroyed your own image," I pleaded, sensing the escalating danger.

"Yes, weak willed ones, not just any" A woman came round neatly dressed and served them a goblet of blood "This is?" Victor asked. "My own your Majesty" She said with a bow. "Thank you Sara, I will enjoy this" "It warms my heart" she said and left. Ray looked over his shoulder at the woman who disappeared behind the throne curtains, then looked at the goblet of blood "Her own? Why did I feel such an odd vibe from her father?" Victor was taking a small sip of the blood then clearly his face expressed he enjoyed it "Sara is an Omega wolf, she chose to serve me"

When she stepped away from the twin, Luna’s eyes were shining—a mixture of rage and fear. Sara had never behaved like that before. She had never been so aggressive. Perhaps that had frightened Luna. That was what Sara wanted—to scare her, to terrify her. She turned around and walked almost running toward her office. She needed peace and to be alone. But when she closed the door behind her and opened her eyes, she found herself facing the greenish eyes of Lara, Emiliano’s wife. The woman looked at her calmly, from head to toe, and then gestured to a chair in front of the desk.

Chapter 2: A Stalker's Revenge Brixton pov I haven't been able to fucking sleep or do much of anything else since my little bird flew away from our nest. I haven't seen her around either, which isn't like her. But then again, she did find out I betrayed her by stalking her for most of her life, so I'd expect nothing less. I've scoped out her apartment, but she hasn't been back. I didn't want to show my face where she works, but I found out I had no other fucking option. When Harley and I first started dating officially, she was working at one of the most prestigious gentlemen's clubs in Brockton, and that's where she still works today. I fucking hated it—the way she'd flaunt her perfectly sc