Sara Storyline Mga Nobela at Kwento

She said to her empty room. She closed her eyes and said a silent prayer and continued her work only this time she didn’t hear any voice any more. Stella and Aaron. Lara is not just a name, Lara significed evil, death, torture, Pain. Lara was worst than a devil, any demon, any fend, any ghoul. Lara was the worst of them all. She was a diffrent kind of ghoul, She stood in dimlight in the room with paintings, writing her name with black paint on the white board. Every letter she wrote, She wrote it with hatred, She wrote it with anger.

Mabel threw her hands up in frustration. “ Are you being serious immediately?” Sarah asked surprised. “ Know what, I'm done with this conversation immediately. Can we change topics, or you can go back to your duty post," she suggested? “ I'd prefer the latter because I just don't know you anymore.” Sara got up and walked to her desk. Has she changed or she's now portraying her actual character to me? “ Hey baby,” Xara called out to Elon as she entered his class. “Mama,” the two-year-old picked up his stuff and hurried to her. " Hey love, how was school today?" she asked as they headed towards the car.

Standing up next to his bed, Sara took a deep breath while creating a blade with her energy, This was it, she told herself, The reason of all her agony was lying in front of her, weak and helpless, handsome and perfect, and all she had to do was take the blame and dig it in his heart, and just like that, the man who lied to her, abused her, hurt her, manipulated her, broke her, and stole her last moments with her father was no more, it was what she wanted since that day she left the shack, it was her main purpose in life beside revenging her father and protecting those who mattered to her, raising the blade above her head with her hand gripping it tightly, she stared down at the dying demon,

She knew there was more to the story than what she had been told so far. Mrs. Clark laughed then. “Ah, I can see it in your eyes that you don’t believe this is the whole story. You’re clever, aren’t you, Sakura? And that’s why I hate you.” The woman sighed and then nodded slowly. “That’s right. Faking my own death and making Tara an orphan so the Princetons would adopt her as their own was only part of my plan. My real plan? Oh, that was to start a new life as someone different. Someone wealthy. Someone happy.”