Miss Sab Novels & Stories

-Gabriel’s POV- “Are you having a good time Daddy?” The pretty blonde massaging my back gently asked. I think her name was Missy. Missy was a human and I was always at my beck and call whenever I visited the human world. She had no idea of my true identity. However, she knew the right places to touch me and the right things to do to ease off my stress.

Continuation……. Everyone was nervous for themselves but another side was Nella who was also in search of who was going to be chosen but nervousness wasn't there on her face. The manager flipped the page, took a deep breath and said “So, Now everyone. The Assistant who has been chosen by Noah and all the heads by your marks and the interview you gave inside. And with it ‘Nella Fernandez' is a girl chosen by Noah and everyone as her interview appearance was unique and great from all".

The class door opens and a few of my classmates enter, shooting an awkward look my way. I quickly sit up, giving them a weak smile. I take out my books slowly and pretend to be fascinated with trigonometry. If I kept my head down, maybe no-one will notice the pain on my face or my eyes. A few minutes pass before the teacher walks in, greeting us all. I wave at Trish as she pulls up next to me, looking as fabulous as ever. Her blonde hair has been straightened and flowing down her shoulders. Her makeup is immaculately done and her nails are painted a bright blue. She is such a Barbie. She turns towards me, flashing me an award winning smile before frowning —

And thankfully it was. "I'm so sorry I'm late, Miss Sanchez." Makaila said. "Just get to your duty post. I do not have time to exchange words with you." Miss Sanchez dismissed. Makaila quickly took her apron and started getting the table ready for customers. She was a waiter so she took her note pad and slipped it into her apron pocket. Soon customers started to come in. Makaila groaned when she saw the people coming in. The Jocks and cheerleaders of Malcolm High.

I didn't know where all the confidence was suddenly coming from but I didn't hate it. “I'd like to see you try baby girl.” He replied with a grin, tightening his hold on my hand. "Do you Mr....." "I do.." He interrupts the priest, who is a little baffled but chooses to continue with the procession. "And to you, Miss Ava Addams, do you take Mr. Aleksei to be your loving husband, standing by his side through the good days and the bad days, and to forever become one with him." I did not say anything. However, I felt a cold object on my neck, causing me to turn around, surprised to see a gun.

This voice was crisp, rhythmic, and carried the weight of someone who didn’t care about my bank account. I turned my head slowly. Standing by the monitor was a woman in her late thirties, her dark hair pulled into a knot so tight it looked painful. She was wearing charcoal-gray scrubs and a white coat with Dr. Aris Varma: OB/GYN embroidered in simple block letters. “Where… where is he?” I whispered, my voice sounding like it had been dragged over gravel.

They said I did not understand the rules of the upper class, so I was carefree and caused trouble everywhere. If I were destined not to receive love, at least I wanted to protect myself. This went on until I met Cameron Payne. Cameron was the Don of the Payne family. He controlled an underground trading network spanning several countries, with ruthless tactics and never showing mercy. No one dared to provoke him or get close to him. When Winona led people to bully me, the same man declared his love for me to everyone at a banquet. "Anyone who bullies Hazel Sweeney again, I'll break their neck!"

Far from the noise, it felt like stepping through time—every mile quiet, unpredictable. Mountains, lakes, oceans, old ruins, crowded cities—they all stuck with me. And somewhere along the way, I met Mira Mendoza. Gentle. Strong. Like morning light. Her smile hit like a warm spring breeze, clearing out the last of the gloom in me. She was sharp. Effortless. I was all in before I knew it. I knew—she was the one I wanted for the rest of my life. *** I flew back. I missed home—and I already missed Mira.

"But how could you ask your supervisor to publicly criticize me online? I've been swarmed with insults! You're so cruel!" "Zora, we're family. How could you do this to your sister?" Mom chimed in disapprovingly. Turning back to Laila, Mom patted her back gently and cooed, "Don't cry, sweetheart. You'll hurt yourself. I'll make your sister apologize to you!"

Or is she married to Lucien? That is impossible, she wears no wedding rings. That tattoo makes me convinced that Sable is not Marissa, they look so similar how? I know one thing that woman will try to find out why I was staring at her so intently. I need to leave this city as soon as possible. ★★★ “Did you find anything?,” asked my assistant. “Yes sir, Miss Marissa has been in the city the whole time, and she was recently arrested by the police where Miss Stella reported that Miss Marissa has assaulted her,” my assistant answered.