Nick Scratch Sabrina Novels & Stories

“Of course not! He’s not just sn innocent boy but a bond between you two,how can I let him live? When he’s clearly coming between my dreams and reality?” “He just had to be the link of separation between you two and it’s worked!” Avery Lynx clapped her hands victoriously as she watched Sabrina wallow in agony. “You shouldn’t have done that! You shouldn’t have!!” Sabrina was enraged and disgusted.She stood up with rage and tried to attack Avery.

“We can't do that to her.” “She wouldn't know as long as we don't tell her,” Ivan pulled away. “Come on. I know you want me.” He's wrong. I would never want him. Not in a million years. “What do you say, Sabrina?” He brushed his finger over my bottom lip. “Me and you?” “No.” I hissed. “What about one kiss?” he pouted. “No.” I shook my head. “No?” He gripped my hips and lifted me into the kitchen counter.

Each footstep echoing. "Sabrina." My voice comes out sharper now. "Shut up. Right now." "No! He needs to understand who I am—" She doesn't even pause. "What kind of MORON keeps the Luna of Black River Pack in a cage? Are you THAT stupid? Or do you just have a death wish?" "Sabrina!" I grab her arm, try to pull her back from the cage door. "Stop talking!" She shoves me off. "Get OFF me! This is YOUR fault!" She turns back to Hank, who's almost reached the cage now. "You're pathetic, you know that? Running some disgusting underground fight club like a COWARD—"

Not because of the kissing and smooching we did. How could she be turned on when all she did was talk about our parents and her ex? “Shut up,” Sabrina said. “Shut your smart mouth up.” I nodded and pretended to zip my mouth. Sabrina threw her head back, hands on he waist. And then she smiled. “I hate you, Blaze.” “Do you?” I asked her. Her smile said otherwise. Sabrina covered her face with her hands. She walked to the sofa, the one I was seated on, and threw herself on it.

Tears brimmed her eyes. "I don't know why he hates me so much," she sobbed and yanked her sleeve up to show her bruises scattered along her left arm. They were freshly made. "Do you see them? It's Elizah. He is obsessed with torturing me," Sabrina sniffeled. Harriet kept staring at the cuts and bruises in disbelief. Sabrina had gone worse than she had estimated. The woman was hurting herself to hurt Elizah. She had gone too far.. perhaps to the point of no return.

I hoped he understood and let me handle this. “I’m sorry but…” I started but trailed off, before continuing, “I mean, I'm not actually sorry. Anyway, I can't not come here. You see, my mate runs this place” I finished and she took a step closer to me, a solid frown on her face, almost like she was trying to intimidate me. I didn't back down however, unfortunately for her. “You witch” Sabrina said, as she raised her hand, and slapped me. Almost immediately, I slapped her too, if not harder and I watched as she staggered backward from the force and in shock.

"Lily, you're Christina's friend. I don't want to make things difficult for you, but Sabrina is a guest. You should speak politely." Then, he turned to me, voice tinged with reproach as he added, "Christina, why are you out? I told you to stay home and rest." I set down my cup and stood slowly. "Sebastian, this is my friend's shop. I can come here whenever I want. The ones who shouldn't be here are you two!" However, Sabrina leaned in with a sweet, teasing smile, her voice dropping low. "Actually, I know the antidote doesn't work, right?"

"Stop acting so tough, Abby. Is it really that hard to admit that I'm better than you? I've finally seen your true colors. Don't ever contact me again. Being friends with someone like you is frankly embarrassing." I said flatly, "Fine by me. It's over between us." Sabrina grew agitated. "Think carefully, Abby. If you come crawling back to beg me for help in the future, I won't give you the time of day!" "The door's on the right. Bye." "Don't come crying to me later, Abby!" I motioned with my eyes for Sabrina to get out. It was pathetic, really. She looked down on me, yet before leaving, she scrambled to gather the scattered bills.

She always was when drama brewed—and trust me, I brought a damn storm with me. By the time I got to her door, I didn’t knock. I banged. The door flung open and there she was—Sabrina Blake. Dressed in a silk robe, red claws glazed her boyfriend Rolland’s chest like she was drawing patterns on his skin. She arched a brow, always composed, always sexy, always so... Sabrina. “Oh no, bestie. What’s wrong?” I pushed past her like I owned the place. “It’s that stupid girl. Sierra.” I said her name like it was a curse.

, Nara ordered as she gave Marcellus to the witches who left the area. "I don't have time to have a talk with you", Nara eyes flashed as Sabrina was thrown against a glass, Sabrina fought back but she must have been mad to think Nara would go easy on her. Nara took pleasure in punching Sabrina's face and watching her bleed, she could have just killed her but nah that wouldn't bring any satisfaction.