Novel & Cerita Sara Storyline

SARA "During the All-Pack War. I was cornered, dying, and you were just a girl who shouldn't have been there. You saw me—a stranger, an enemy to your people—and you couldn't bear it. You told yourself that no one should be unloved in such a way. And then, you did the unthinkable. You sacrificed your wolf, your very essence, to channel enough power to save my life... You gave up your connection to the Moon Goddess for a boy you didn't know. I have never been far from you since that day. I couldn't be."

"Get up." Sarita stood up on wobbly legs and moved closer to where Pablo was. She'd mentioned in anger to Raj that she'd sleep with Vikrant if she wanted to but she'd not meant it literally. She was the type of girl who'd never lose her virginity to a boy before marriage because her parents had brought her up that way. She knew it was risky to run away but she'd hoped she'd be able to free herself and get help for Vikrant. It didn't work out the way she'd planned and she hated herself for putting both of them in this situation.

“She’s not even as beautiful as Kiara or a bit as intelligent. She’s so dumb to fall into this obvious trap.” “She and her mother must have colluded to destroy Kiara’s home. What kind of charm did they use on him?” “My Mom once told me that Sara Storm is from a generation of Cobblers. She grew up poor, and her first marriage was with a jobless alcoholic before he died a few months later.” “Rumor had it at that time that Sara was caught several times having an affair with Gerald Storm while Clarissa Coleman was still alive.” “Like mother like daughter! They’re both homewreckers!”

She gasped, her eyes wide. “Cara? Where have you been?” she blurted out. “Why didn’t you answer any of my texts? I was worried. I even tried coming to your home, but I’d forgotten your address. I thought you died or something.” Sara forced a smile one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “My mum got ill,” she said softly. “I was taking care of her.” It was a lie. She had no other option. She couldn’t tell her that her friend Cara had died in a plane crash.

Olive and Kate placed at each other and looked at Sara again. Sara was a druggie who partied every weekend, but could not carry out a single threat… or so they thought. “What can you do Sara?” Kate asked chuckling “A lot! A whole lot!” Sara said, her forehead squeezed in seriousness. “All right” Kate said, giving up “The worst part tonight was…” Sara sobbed again, looking down. Her hair was a mess. “It was when… a man handed me a napkin and water…” she looked up at them

“Danielle. How are you? Anything I can help you with.” “Mom told me you were making my shift injections. I’m just coming by to collect.” “Ah,” Sara said, closing the lip on a glass jar. She walked around the table looking as ethereal and graceful as one of Tolkien’s elves. Her light blonde hair, slim, pale frame, and loose, flowing dresses only accented the regal air she carried. In her late thirties, Sara could pass as an early twenty-something without too much trouble. Her brow furrowed lower as she frowned. “I’m afraid they’re not all finished.”

Sara knew then it had been Joyce trying to get into the house. They even knew what she had been trying to find. She knew about the flash drives, and she was trying to get them. Those two flash drives, which would be her downfall years later, were the reason that Sara’s parents died. Now Sara wanted blood, and she wanted it as quickly as she could have it. Nothing was keeping her caged there.

Ever. When complications during Nora’s birth had arisen, Sara had to have a hysterectomy and was forced to realize she could no longer have another child. This was the last straw for her, and it caused her to sink into an even deeper depression. So, when she almost lost Nora, it killed her inside. Every day she stayed by her in the NICU, constantly talking to her and making sure she knew she was loved. Then, finally one day she was able to come home.

“Sara is lost.” In a barren corner of Vento City, in the debris of factories, behind a large chemical tank, Sara Owen opened her eyes. Her weak body was aching very much and there was no strength left at all. It seemed as if there was no more breath left, she was about to die. Her whole body was covered with wounds. The clothes were torn and she was lying in a pool of blood. Her tired eyes still glinted with the hope of seeing Yohan Dixon once. She had come here looking for her husband but she didn't know that her death was waiting for her over here. She tried tirelessly to break free, but those people beat her inadequately and threw her here. No, she didn't want to die like this.

Sara pouted, "I'm not here to find you, I'm here to find Benjeming Waltson ." "Benjeming," her eyebrows narrowed warmly, "Well, sara , Benjeming..." "I just saw him. He told me to stay away from him. He also said that he has a girlfriend. Sister Luna , is she really with that Judi ?" Luna nodded, "Yes, this kind of thing can still be false." Sara stomped her feet and said in air, "Judi , that old woman, how could she be like this? It's too shameless."