Sara Stark Novels & Stories

Yet even in the dim illumination, her nakedness was laid bare for all to see – a stark reminder of her vulnerability in the face of Zakariah's unchecked aggression. Her body bore the crimson streaks of his brutality, the angry welts standing out against the pallor of her skin like a macabre tapestry of pain. Her black hair hung loose around her face, a veil of shadows obscuring the tears that stained her cheeks. Despite her efforts to maintain her composure, Sarah's anguish was writ large upon her beautiful features, her silent cries for mercy echoing in the darkness.

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

"She was supposedly orphaned at age five, but there are no records of her parents' deaths. No obituaries, no accident reports, nothing." Damian raised an eyebrow. "That is odd. What do you think happened?" "I think someone gave her a new identity. I think Lily Parker isn't who she says she is." I paused for effect. "And I think Tony Stark knows exactly who she really is." "That's a serious accusation, Sarah. If you're wrong.." "I'm not wrong," I interrupted. "I've seen the way he looks at her. It's not just attraction or even love. It's guilt. Like he's trying to make up for something."

Marcus waves from across camp, and Stark realizes the entire settlement has been watching him fall apart. "Everyone knows I'm pathetic," he mutters. "Everyone knows you're grieving." Kara leads him to the training area, a cleared space with practice weapons. "There's a difference. Now, attack me." "What?" "You heard me. Attack me like you did four days ago. Except this time, try not to lose." Despite everything, Stark almost smiles. "You're very annoying." "One of my best qualities." She takes a fighting stance. "Come on, vampire prince. Show me what you've got when you're sober."

Sara had been successfully framed, and maybe raped she didn’t even know… She was to blame.

The signature at the bottom made my blood run cold: Sara Montgomery - Executive Assistant to CEO Liam Hawthorne Sara. Liam's dead fiancée. Had recommended Natasha for the position that sent her to London, ending her relationship with Liam. Sara had removed Natasha from Liam's life. And now Sara was dead, Natasha was back, and I was being framed for murder. The bathroom door opened, Liam emerging in a towel, his hair wet, his expression relaxed for the first time in days. "Feel better?" I asked, my voice surprisingly steady despite the implications crashing through my mind.

she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave. "Please stay, Scarlett. Stasia is leaving," Martha said, and Stasia grudgingly left. Martha returned to sit with me, but I was no longer comfortable. "Please relax. She is my late brother's daughter. Very misguided and rude. You have nothing to worry about. Also, I will plead with you not to report her to Alpha Maxwell. He can be a bit extreme. She is only bitter because she and Alpha Lucian had a fight. She said it was because of you." Martha explained, and I decided to leave because it was true. I did not need to do much when Martha realised the truth.

Stark snaps. "Sara! Let it go! She's fine!" Dr. James' voice raises. But she doesn't stop, walking toward me with her eyes glaring. "What gives you the right to say I'm wrong, lady? Who are you, anyway? Do you have any idea how many awards I've won?" She swings her arms around wildly. "That old lady has already had five different heart surgeries! She's seen the top experts from all around the world, and no one ever seems to know how to treat her or fix her. So, we're going to give her the damn shot."

Sara said and cut the call before she could even reply. She sighed and abandoned her phone on the bed. She decided that she wanted to take a cold shower and as she took off her clothes, she sighted a scar just above her left breast. She had gotten it from one of the times Rodriguez had beaten her mercilessly. She has gotten this particular scar from when she had boycotted a money laundering operation she was supposed to be part of.

“Okayyyy four years of experience…” With his hacking skills, he decided to run his own more intense background information on Sara so he won't have a miniature version of Mara. Sara was revealed to be a lesbian who was disowned by her mother after a bi-curious bishop daughter accused her of ra*ing her when she was indeed bi-curious and they'd had sex. Somehow somehow, part of her story reminded him of him. Sighing, Dimitri leaned back into his chair, hand on his chin, eyes closed. He let out a loud exhale and picked up the telephone on his table. He dialed the HR team while his fingers flew across his keyboard, typing the draft of his own makeshift cold email.