Sara Stark Novels & Stories

Sara stood between them and the depot door, one hand resting lightly on the metal, smile small and perfectly wrong. “Captain,” she said, as if welcoming guests. “You’re quick.” Zak’s sight stayed high on her sternum. “Step away from the door.” She tilted her head, earrings catching a slice of floodlight. For a heartbeat the hem of her jacket lifted and the firelight memory clicked: the right hip, the sealing skin. Sara’s fingers brushed the pendant at her throat—twin wolfsbane branches circling two opposed helmets. “I just needed to borrow something,” she said, and pushed the door.

“That’s great. If nothing else, I’ll be going now. Send my regards to her when she wakes up.” “Sure.” “Okay then, I’ll be off.” Sara said before turning around and walked towards the door. Matthew only watched as the elegant woman strode away. By normal circumstances, he would be fangirling over her, Sara Whitegate also known as the White Crane, one of the five Coloured Hunters. He wanted to meet all the Coloured Hunters someday. At that moment, he remembered something crucial. “Wait, Sara!” The door was already opened by the maids and Sara was just about to step through. She turned around and looked at Matthew with a questioning gaze.

Cara asked, almost yelling. "Calm the fuck down Cara,am trying to explain myself here." Sara yelled back. "Did you just yell at me?" She asked. Sara sighed and dropped her head. "I'm sorry." she apologized. "I'm all ears and don't you dare hide anything from me because if I later find out what you are hiding, then you know what happens." Cara said and she nodded. "I'm a stripper." Sara said, finally letting the word out of her mouth. It laid such a heavy weight in her heart that immediately she said the word, she felt more like herself again.

I'm tired today, I want to go home and take rest. Mehna : okay. Bye. (In entertainment company) Sara sitting in the company garden alone and thinking about her past. Zayn came there to pickup her. Zayn : what are you doing, why you sit here? Sara : six years before I lived happily and love to go college with my friend, oneday I meet him... Zayn : Rocky right??? Sara : I thought he just teasing before but day by day his behaviour towards me is bad. I afraid to step out because of him. I thought My nightmare is not going to come again but when I saw him again...

In her final moments of life, Lara came across Carla and in the nick of time, turned her. Turning in vampiric terms was yet another profound matter. Lara took Carla’s memories and wiped them from her mind, leaving within her, a new soul. Carla was Lara’s trusted assistant, her right-hand man and bodyguard. But even without her memories, Carla retained the purity of her soul. She was kind and innocent, and that part of her alone made me fill up with remorse for not being able to reciprocate her love.

She had missed him dearly. When Sara hired Marcus, she made it clear to him that she would work from the background. Only showing up when necessary acting as Marcuses girlfriend, but only Maeve and Marcus know her real place in the company. Marcus is actually not into women. He acts and looks like a straight man, but the mere thought of being intimate with a woman disgusts him like no other. He is a very attractive man, but unfortunately, for most women, he's just not into the opposite gender.

Blake said, lifting his arms into the air in defeat; as Sara laughed, she abruptly stopped. “Greetings, Sara. I’m Tabby, Tabitha’s deceased twin sister.” Tabby suddenly appeared in front of Sara from the jade ring. “Ahh!” Sara screamed and jumped into Blake’s arms. “Tabby, it’s okay, Sara. It’s only Tabby, Tabitha’s sister. She’s complicated right now, only know she will not hurt you.” Blake said, calming Sara. “So, it’s all true? All of it?” Sara asked, looking into Blake’s face for some type of doubt.

I scream, crying. In a flash, I'm the one across the room as my back hit the wall just near the door. My spine screams in pain and I cry out. A gasp pulls our attention. Sara stands by the door, near to where I am as her eyes move from Viktor to me, and back to Viktor. She looks nothing like the woman who I left in Landon's office. In a red dress, she stands out. My pain forgotten, I scowl at the wannabe before me. Sara smiles smugly at me and before she can utter a word, something blurs before me. “What the hell, Viktor??”

Damon glanced up from his notebook and looked at Sara. He liked Sara, but not in that way; they are not even dating properly for mother Shake; he just wants to stop his father. But his father didn't care because he knew his son. But Sara thinks of herself as Pack Luna, and it always makes Damon's blood boil; he will never let someone like Sara take Luna's place. Sara stood up from Damon's couch and walked over to the desk. She pulled the chair out, sitting down on Damon's lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, smirking.