Puck And Sabrina Novels & Stories

SIENNA'S POV “So you are really dating the hockey guy?” Dolvin’s voice cut through the low, comforting hum of the lounge, her fork hovering halfway to a slice of truffle flatbread. Across the banquette, the rest of our small circle leaned in, glasses clinking against the marble table as they waited for confirmation of the rumor that had been dominating our group chat for forty-eight hours. “Yes,” I replied, offering a smooth, convincing smile that didn't reach my eyes quite enough to look defensive, but held enough warmth to sell it entirely. “I am. The rumours are true ladies, this girl right here has finally found love.”

I turn the puck over one more time, slower now, and something cold and strange moves through my chest. Caspian carries a lucky puck. Has for years, apparently I overheard Riven mention it once in passing, something about how Beckett sleeps with it under his pillow, how no one's ever supposed to touch it or even acknowledge it exists because that's the kind of superstition that runs so deep it's become structural, load-bearing, the kind of thing you can't remove without something else collapsing. Under his pillow. I look down at the puck in my hand. Look at my bed. Look at the pillow I just pulled it out from under.

“You always this charming?” “Only when it’s working.” “It is,” she says easily. Of course it is. Puck bunnies are always too easy. I catch how the gym doors open behind her. I don’t turn, I don’t need to. Instead, I feel her. That sharp, instinctive pull hits before my brain even catches up. My grip tightens slightly around the water bottle before I glance up, catching her passing by in the mirror. Madison. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail and she has an oversized hoodie and leggings on. Even with no make up, she’s the most distracting thing in the room.

CHERYL'S POV That night at The Dome was supposed to be Anika’s grand plan: a subtle strike at Sabrina disguised as a sophisticated party. The kind with crystal chandeliers, carefully curated playlists, and waiters in crisp suits carrying trays of champagne. Anika’s idea was simple—get Sabrina to let down her guard, smile politely, and then, casually, invite her into the pool area where Anika would ‘accidentally’ push her in. Revenge flavoured with elegance.

One of them leaned slightly forward at the next verse and extended the tray again, and a fresh scatter of petals came down across all four of us — my dad included, one landing directly on the shoulder of his jacket — and the xylophone moved into the second chorus with full commitment. I put the menu back over my face. "This is so romantic." Ann said it through her laughter, shaking her head like she was watching something that was almost too good to be real. "Even if they did come as just friends…" she paused, letting it sit, "...they might leave as a couple." The chair scraped loudly and suddenly. I lowered the menu.

For a moment, the setup transported me back to months ago, to a wooden cabin, flowers, champagne, blankets and ragged breaths, and two souls that were finally willing to put the past behind. Back then, I had taken Sabrina to the north, a to a friend's wooden cabin, desperate to open another chapter for the two of us, while fulfilling one of her long-term wishes. She had one day talked about kissing under the first snow, gentle music fleeting in the background, and sharing the same blanket, then panting, after a long kiss. I made it come happen.. I even asked her for a chance to court her again, and she had said yes. Sadly, Amery had created an obstacle, one that led to us drifting further ap

I didn't need to check to know who it was. “What was it?” The lady’s face flashed all shades of red. “For the first time ever, ice time corp will be taking in two hockey gods. Mr Jax and Mr Cipher. Congratulations.” Everyone clapped. I heard a dark chuckle from behind and heat spread down my back.

SAGE MONTERO. @puckmedaddy: ‘Gah, I understand why he’s the captain; he looks like he handles a puck the same way he does a woman. Rough.’ Yeah, until he chokes you to death. @rookslapmepls: ‘I volunteer. I volunteer. I volunteer as tribute…sorry I meant puck.’ If desperate had a label, it’d be you, sweetheart. @rookmehard: ‘I know they call him the Angel cause he’s a devil in the sheets. Argue with the wall, everyone.’

Sabrina had included it as a joke reference to a show you'd both seen, the adult cartoon Archer, which was originally about a spy organization. A pingpong paddle. ******** You hefted the ping pong paddle and tilted her knee a little more open, exposing her soft thigh. "Daddy?" Sabrina asked, her voice quavering a bit. "Yes, honey?" you asked. "Did I do something naughty?" You smiled and blew her an air kiss, your eyes locked with hers. "Not at all, babe. I just know that sometimes you like being treated like a nasty, naughty slut. And I can do that because... why?"

Sabrina explained with a playful tone. As Sabrina busied herself preparing snacks for the children, Kenneth came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Promise me that your love for me will never change," he whispered softly. Sabrina paused in her task, her hands still, and turned to face Kenneth. "That will never happen," she vowed. "I'm fully committed to you. If we ever face misunderstandings in the future, let's promise to communicate openly. I don't want to waste another day due to pride," Sabrina added, emphasizing the importance of honest communication.