Sara Stark Novels & Stories

Sara always did her make-up and her hair, whenever they have a party. Sara walks back and forth to ask Neha, “How do I look?” Neha with big eyes, “my, my, my. You look fabulous and I'm sure that everybody will be looking at you, not the models.” Sara looks very beautiful. She has a perfect body and the dress looks very pretty on her. She's slim, light skin, curly long hair, and her hair's light brown. She has a dimple on her left cheek, which suited her so much. When she smiles, it looks so beautiful on her. She has hazel eyes and people always ask her if that's her real eyes because her eyes look so beautiful that nobody could imagine that such a beauty could be in one person on earth. Some

Gracie smiled brightly but when she saw Sara Owen’s sad expression, she stopped smiling and held her palm gently. “You are right. Don’t be sad. I know you have nothing for him in your heart. Look at you. You always think about your husband.” “This is not the thing I am sad about.” “Then?” “I met Scarlette Reddy.” Gracie widened her eyes in surprise. “What the fuck! That actress?” Sara Owen looked at her sadly and nodded. “You bitch. You should have called me. Wow! I mean I can’t handle the excitement. How did you react? What happened? Tell me everything about her.”

We would never be able to walk into that club again without remembering the attack on Laura. —I'll wait for you out here. I'm not leaving here. Andreia will help you - I spoke in her ear, holding her hand and kissing it, when the agent approached. Sara nodded. Her hands were freezing and she was sweating non-stop. I saw the fear in your eyes. I had never seen her falter. It always amazed me how confident and courageous Sara was. In Phoenix training, she would stare down anyone. Not even the most experienced agents put fear in that girl. In Muay Thai’s group she was known as the Serpent of the Desert , such her resistance. Many times some even ran away from fighting her. It hurt me so much to

Listening to her. Sara was planning to become the bully she had always been. I could feel it. And seeing her made me angry. Ever since I was told that her father killed my father, I couldn't look at her the same way. She was no longer just a mean girl. She was the daughter of a murderer. There was still silence at our table when Sara suddenly stood up. She banged her fist on the table. The sound echoed through the cafeteria. Everyone turned to look at her. "Hi everyone, I have a special announcement to make." She smiled. "You know me as Sara Moon."

N-no… T-that wasn't me… Someone framed me! Zachary cut her off frostily, his gaze as cold as ice. "That's enough." He flung his phone onto the table. "Go on acting. Aren't you best at putting on an act?" Sara's tears began to fall once again. "Stella, we raised you because we hoped that you could be kind. We didn't raise you so that you'd learn to ruin others." Despite the tremor in her voice, she spoke with an unprecedented resolve.

” The Dark Child paced in front of them, “My mom, thinking that the situation was her fault, she went after my father and never came back. She sacrificed herself, Inwë. And the Virsathen tree grew in commemoration of her sacrifice.” She was Estelel’s daughter to Jilroid. The Dark Child was Margarette’s nieces. “Believe it or not, you are reincarnated for many times. Once as a vampire princess and onetime as a nymph wanderer, you’ll never stop rebirth until your mission is cleared. But your true identity, your real personality, was the daughter of the Virsathen and her human third party. I believe you saw him, the silent ghost of Shasta?” She smiled.

She didn't notice the flicker of deep, dark worry in her father's eyes as he watched her smile. Meanwhile, at the Martin Estate, in a quiet, high-security room across town, a woman lay on Liam’s bed. She was skeletal, her pale skin a map of jagged scars. One side of her face was swollen and red. This was the woman from the nightmare. This was Sara Jay.

Tears ran down her face, but she didn’t move while Mother Elara applied poultices and muttered words in a language that sounded old and sharp. Slowly, the black poison stopped spreading. The glow from the mark faded. But the symbol remained, burned into flesh like a brand. “It’s stable,” Mother Elara said. “But it’ll never fully heal. The mark is permanent.” “I know.” The woman’s voice was hollow. “That’s the point. So everyone knows I belonged to them.” “Who are you?” Alina asked. “My name is Sara. I was a follower of the first Revenant. Believed everything they said. Gave them two years of my life.” She looked at her marked arm. “Then I saw what they really were. What they wanted. I tried

I didn’t know which of them was my real fated mate. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Cassandra stood there with two of her wolves behind her. Her eyes were full of hate. “I knew you were hiding a secret,” she snarled, hissing repeatedly. “You and your evil secrets.” Scarlett stepped in front of me, frowning at Cassandra. “Leave my daughter alone, you devilish woman!” Cassandra laughed and flew fast toward my mom, her claws hitting straight on my mother’s arm. “I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!”

It’s Sara. Luke’s ex-wife. She’s standing right in front of me, dressed in a faded hoodie and jeans, her hair unwashed, sticking out from under the hood in unruly strands. There’s a gash on her forehead, faint but unmistakable. It looks a few days old, the bruising a dull yellow-brown. “What do you want, Sara?” I ask. Her lips curve into something that might’ve been a smile if it weren’t for the bitterness behind it. “Is that how you greet your friends? You once bought me a meal.”