The Lost World: Jurassic Park Sarah Novels & Stories

He carefully zipped Sarah's white shirt up and whispered softly into her ears, "I'll have you when we come back," Richard first took Sarah to the Lincoln Park zoo. It was a fascinating experience. It was a home to over 200 species around the world. There were so many entertaing animals like penguins and seals. Sarah was so elated to see the animals.

Lorenzo tried to kill Sarah the second she was born, but Shannon didn't let him. Sarah. The living reminder of Lorenzo’s greatest shame and his most brutal sacrifice. "Serena? Are you ready?" The voice was small, high, and bright. Serena blinked, the ghosts vanishing as a whirlwind of thirteen-year-old energy burst into the room. Sarah didn't look like a Moretti. She had softer features, a persistent sprinkle of freckles across her nose, and emerald eyes that still held a dangerous amount of hope. "I’m ready, sweetie," Serena said, forcing a smile that felt like it might crack her face. She reached out, tucking a stray lock of Sarah’s hair behind her ear.

Chloe Bishop: "You look incredible. That bone structure is elite—if I tried that cut, I’d look like a disaster, but you own it." Aria Summer: "It’s perfect. It feels like the year we all first met. Welcome back, Sarah." It was true. Sarah Vance had been lost for years in the fog of a failing marriage, but as the long locks fell to the floor, she had finally found herself again. The physical weight of the hair was gone, and with it, the suffocating expectations of being the "perfect Vance wife."

It was the look that had preceded some of their most memorable adventures and, admittedly, some of their most spectacular disasters. Sarah looked at her friend and chuckled, the sound bubbling up from deep in her chest like champagne fizz. For a moment, she felt like her old self again—not the trapped, suffocating version of herself that existed within the marble walls of the Luthor mansion, but the girl who used to laugh until her sides ached and plot harmless revenge against those who deserved it. "I know that smile, Mia," she said, settling back against the sofa cushions with her legs tucked beneath her. "You're cooking up something again, aren't you?"

Her eyes widened slowly, the color draining from her face. Sarah was gone!

The humming stopped. "You're late, Jackie," the girl said. Her voice was sweet, innocent. But underneath it, there was a metallic flange, a reverb that sounded like grinding tectonic plates. She turned around slowly. It was Sarah. She looked exactly as he remembered her. Seven years old. Missing front tooth. Holding her teddy bear, Mr. Snuggles. But where her face should have been, there was only smooth, blank skin. No eyes. No nose. And then, a mouth tore open—a vertical slit filled with too many teeth, dripping with golden light.

The voice of another woman sounded and my eyeballs almost dropped. In fact, I almost screamed screamed out. Was I hearing wrongly? "I got bored. Mom, can I come around to see Aurora De Santa?" I could hear Sarah requesting and couldn't help but praise her acting skills. "No. We agreed for you to be out of the light. Come here, Sarah" The more the voice sounded in my ears, cold shivers ran down my spine and then, I couldn't restrain my curiosity anymore. I stretched out of my hiding carefully and looked forward just to see Sarah getting pulled into a hug by a woman who had gotten into the car.

"Lily? Oh Lily!" I was brought back to reality. I regained control and the power subsided as I refocused my thoughts. "Lily?" Sarah exclaimed, her voice trembling with surprise and happiness. She hurried towards me, wrapping me in a tight hug. "I can't believe it's you! We thought... we thought we lost you." Tears filled my eyes as I held onto Sarah, feeling her warmth and our strong bond. "I thought the same," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. "But I'm here now. I'm alive."

What sort of Nuns cuddled teddy bears, read romance novels and heaven knew what Florence also did in her leisure time? "It was really nice meeting you all..." Sarah forced a smile. "...but I really should rest now, I have had a very long day and my legs are already aching from the tour I had today." She slowly took off her shoes and folded her legs on the bed, fluffed the pillow and laid down, turning her back to the three strange and annoying Nuns. "That was Cheryl's bed." She heard Yin say. Ignoring her, Sarah tried to force herself to sleep when Anita added just at that moment, disrupting her attempt to close her eyes.

I explained. Sympathy blossomed in her eyes. “I'm so sorry, Sarah. I hope you'll find it.” “Find what?” Philip Corbin's voice startled me as he suddenly appeared behind my back. I turned around, and he smiled. Then he sidestepped me and reached for the glass of whiskey from the bar counter. “Sarah lost her necklace somewhere in the museum. It was all she had left of her biological parents,” Oliver offered. Mr. Corbin's brows rose. “Really? What did the necklace look like?”