Puck And Sabrina Novels & Stories

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.

“You know, Sabrina, when you came up with this whole plan and asked me to pose as this fucker's long lost grandson, I'd hoped you and I were going to spend more time together. It was bad enough that I had to fucking watch you marry him, now I can't even touch you without worrying about getting caught. This was not how things were supposed to go.” My mouth slacks open, my eyeballs almost fall to the ground as my eyes shoot wide open. What. The. Fuck?! Sabrina asked Oscar to pose as Lucas' grandson? She's the partner we're looking for? And she masterminded this whole thing? What? This is huge. How could she do this? How? She and Oscar have even been together before she married Lucas! What the

Nicholas and I sat in a pair of chairs in front of a camera. Behind the camera, a producer stood ready to ask us questions. But first, we needed to finish our statement. “Piper and I ended our relationship three years ago, when Piper dropped out from the academy. It was entirely coincidental that she was selected and brought here to participate in the Luna Choosing Game,” Nicholas said. He glanced at me. It was my turn to pick up the pre-written speech. “We have been careful not to allow our past to interfere with the selection whatsoever. In fact, most of our time here at the palace has been spent apart.”

I was happy for them both. Then Kurt approached his mate. She was a beautiful girl with black hair that was so black it looked like it had blue streaks. He held her hand and said, “Mate.” She put her hand on his face and said, “Mine.” He said, “I am Prince Kurt from the Lycan Kingdom.” She smiled, “I am Princess Sabrina from the Mermaid Kingdom.” They were both lost in each other’s eyes when I looked to my other side and saw a huge man approach my Sylvie.

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

The online community began to doubt Sabrina's act, suspecting that Harold and I were just playing our parts according to a script. Sabrina tried to explain in her live stream that this was all my dirty trick to smear her name. When the timing was right, I released the recording of Sabrina asking me to be her surrogate. "Abby, please, have a baby for me. It won't hurt you at all. I'm just borrowing your womb for a few months. "It won't cost you a dime, and you get a son, too. It's like a retirement plan for you and a solution for me. Isn't it perfect?"

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.

"What am I laughing at? I'm laughing at you. You've fallen lower than the gutters. Look at yourself. What a pitiful sight." I lifted my phone and leaned in close to Sabrina for a selfie. On the screen, I looked polished and composed while she lay there with brittle, lifeless hair. She was only 40, yet her face carried the years of someone well past 60. Still fixated on the photos of Elena in those grotesque special effects makeup, Sabrina muttered, "Elena's skin is rotting away, and you still feel like dressing up?" "Elena? She's perfectly fine. Her grandparents are taking her abroad for a study program right now."