El Mundo Oculto De Sabrina นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Sabrina slowly opened her eyes and realize she was lying in bed. Jerking up from bed,the glimmer of the event before flashes before her eyes. Then,she stood up and ran down to the room like a mad woman. She was skeptical about opening the door when she reached for the door with her shaking hands. Tears were dripping down her cheeks as she tried to open the door desperately. Sabrina was scared that it might be true that Sage was truly gone but she couldn’t bring herself to swallow this bitter after pill.

Without my knowledge, the book slipped out of my hand and I looked down at the book like I'm facing the real ghost and the sentence read, "...eyes, pale skin human." I desperately need to find the missing 30 pages. Damn!! Those 30 pages could have everything about the Heil!!!! *

Was he just hallucinating all this time? "That's right. I planned it all." Sabrina mutters. "Do you want to meet the person that ruined your safe house? Or do you want to meet your daughter or your other bastard daughter? I have them all in my hands and I am wanting to say—" She looks at Marga and Janine with an anxious look. "To never underestimate someone that can't talk." Gabriel was enjoying the view. Francisco shudders and he holds his fist to hold himself. Sabrina looks like Anastasia but she's more likely to be a real Mondragon. He hates Mondragon but his love for Anastasia is different.

he replies and walks away. What the hell is Sabrina up to? and who could be the hybrid?

I cleared my throat and sipped my hot chocolate drink before hearing Miss Elina’s voice again. “Before I reveal everything I know about you, I want to ensure you’re well-rested. However, I also know you can’t wait longer,” Miss Elina said, her voice low and controlled. A sense of gravity hung in the air, a warning that a significant secret would be unveiled. “Sabrina, you are not ordinary. Your mother hails from the witches’ clan, the archmages who practice black magic. They are the sworn enemies of this city, the infamous dark witches of the MacAuley Clan. And so, Sabrina, you too hail from that clan."

I quickly answered the call. "Hello, is this Alpha Aidan of Nightblade Pack?" A man's voice came through the phone. "Yes. Who are you?" I asked cautiously. "Eric. I'm an officer with the International Werewolf Council. I have some unfortunate news to tell you." There was a pause on the other end, and I felt a bad premonition, my heartbeat racing. "Your mate, Luna Freya, was in a plane crash. We need you to come and identify the body."

People like that were pests—he had them exterminated. The call ended, and a sinister smile slowly formed on his lips as he looked at the dark sky outside the window. Soon, all traces of the crime would disappear. No one would ever know who the real culprit was. And Jackson would drown in frustration, unable to fulfill his promise to his dead wife. “Serves him right for stealing what was mine.” Only one problem remained—Sabrina Ocampo. But as long as she had no idea about the truth, he would spare her life. The moment she became curious or meddled in the investigation, she would be disposed of too.

•• THIRD PERSON’S POV •• - In New York, Hannah took Sabrina to their hideout. It was located far from the city, undetectable by any map mobile application, equipped with its own internet connection, and secured with a high-level security system. Sabrina fell asleep soundly during the distance they traveled, when she woke up they were inside the hide-out and didn’t know where in America they were now. “Where are we?” Sabrina asked Hannah as they got out of her car.

“But you don't know who I am.” “Is there a difference?” I fired. “Isn't there, Sabrina?” He arched his eyebrow at me. I blushed, feeling like a hypocrite. I shouldn't judge him for being a vampire without acknowledging that he was a person of his own. It was like someone hating me for being a a witch without accepting that Sabrina was a girl different from the stereotypes. “I'm sorry.” I muttered, hating the shame that rolled off me. He shrugged. “I'm not controlling your emotions, Sabrina. I can't, and I don't want to.”

Laughter echoed down the corridor. "Is she out of her mind?" "The Saranto family's trade network spans all of Europe. Who does she think she is?" "Maybe she's too shocked, her brain's gone haywire." Marcus also shook his head with a cold smile. "Aria, I thought you were just being willful, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant of your own limitations."