Sara Storyline Novels & Stories

“I’m not sure I can. I think something changed this weekend. No, I know something changed. Like it or not we aren’t the same people. The question is, do these new people want to be together?” “I do. I do want that.” “Even if it means you’re with a guy that gets turned on watching you with someone else? Do you want to be with that guy?” Sarah paused, taking in what I had just asked. “I…I…Joshua, you weren’t the only one enjoying tonight in case you didn’t notice. I’m not saying I want to go have sex with a bunch of strangers, but I did….it did feel good.” “So I guess we just have to see what happens.” “I guess we do.”

“Karyna, do you remember Sara? The female lead in the script you submitted for your solo project?” My face scrunched up in distaste as I recalled the pitiful fate of the woman. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I recounted. “The happiest day of her life became the most tragic. She spirals into pain and depression and loses herself gradually until she dies.” “Yes, that was Sara’s story. She was my twin brother’s mate.” Henri revealed, causing my heart to beat faster like a drum. My eyes widened, and my mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe my ears. I thought it was a fictional story that he had came up with on a whim!

Well, it was Sarah and I before I messed up. I walked into my room, tossing my bag on the bed, my mind flashed back to what happened at the office, nothing Sarah wanted to tell me, there is something going on. Was this some sort of revenge? As it happened so shortly. I had planned to get the last inheritance left for her by her father and it was just left with two years for her to gain full control over her inheritance and he messed it up already, and now not just any man but the boss was involved in her and now things were no more difficult .

Sara knew that there had to be a better explanation, but right now, she felt trapped in a difficult situation, trying to find a way to make Dinda feel safe and comfortable, even if it meant hiding the painful truth. Sara felt satisfied when she finally got what she wanted. With steady steps, she had control over the situation and planned a future with Rendy, the man she had chosen to be her life partner. However, behind all that, there was regret in Sara's heart, a feeling that she couldn't ignore.

Isabella, sweet, oblivious Isabella, welcomed Sara like a long-lost sister. “Alexander has been looking all over for you! And my goodness, you look amazing. “I feel so much at home,” Sara laughed, hugging her back. Alexander and his assistant settled into the chairs while I sat beside Isabella. Of course, Sara sat right by Alexander’s side. I picked at my ice cream while they chatted with Sara artfully weaving her stories all over the place. They talked about everything and anything, from work to school and relationships. Sara had been in a relationship that almost led to marriage, but at the last minute, they broke the marriage arrangement. I wasn’t even surprised. Sara damaged a lot of her

His face looked so peaceful when he slept, a stark contrast to the tension I usually saw when he talked about big plans or when we faced the media. I stared at him for a long time. To be honest, part of me still found it hard to believe how I had ended up here. I, Sara, who was always haunted by the past, who had failed in marriage, who was constantly forced to be strong—now lay in the arms of a man who saw me not as the heir to the Smith family, not as a CEO, not as a foundation icon, but simply... Sara. He moved slightly, then his eyes opened slowly. A smile spread across his lips when he saw me. "Good morning, my love," he murmurs hoarsely.

"Every single time something went wrong with me..." Her voice trembled but she forced herself to keep speaking. "It was always miraculously fixed. I thought I was just lucky." "I....I thought..." Her gaze lifted to him. "I even thought Alaric was behind some and that he just didn't tell me because he didn't want me to feel bad but it was you." "It was you all along. Everything finally makes sense....You were able to do all that because you were trailing me, weren't you?" The pain in Sara's expression deepened and her voice cracked. “I thought I was finally getting my life together, that things were finally beginning to work out for me...."

~SARA~ I don’t know if I’m breathing or not. For several seconds, the room goes completely still—everyone frozen mid-motion, stunned. Cold beads of sweat form on my forehead. I tighten my hold around my fork until my knuckles turn white. Clink. Alex drops his cutlery, his brow knitting into a deep frown. He grunts. “Say that again.” “Sara had an abortion,” Mira beams. "When we were in high school.”

No one had seen him for weeks. Doctor after doctor. The same story. Dead. Or gone. No one could tell her anything useful. Sara sat in her car after the fourth visit. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. “Tom is cleaning everything. He is removing every person who knows the truth.” She stayed quiet for a long time, thinking. The old Sara would have waited. The old Sara would have asked for help. But after the gunmen at the river, after Elly’s blood on her hands, after Margret’s poison, something had changed.

‍ Zara is jus‍t lea⁠vin‌g. “I know. I’​m just—yo‍you're growi​ng up to​o fast‌.” “‍I’‍m eighte‌en‌. That’⁠s normal growing speed.” ​“Still too fast.” We g‌et her settled. Meet her roommate—a girl named Sarah. “​Another Sarah!” I‌ excl⁠aim. “‌Is​ that weird?” Zara asks. “No​t​ weird​. Just—nost⁠algic.”