Puck And Sabrina Novels & Stories

“Don’t do that. Talk to me.” I stared at the dashboard for a second, then I finally gave in. “Scarlett saw us this morning,” I said. “At the rink. When I gave you the phone back and you know, the entire kiss thing. She was around the corner with her phone up, she didn’t even try to hide it. She just smiled smugly at me after. Like she already knew exactly what she was looking at.” Jax’s jaw tensed up. “Are you sure it was her?”

Paul extremely disappointed and embarrassed. Without permission, Sabrina followed Leo from behind, leaving the room. Her pencil skirt and stilettos made it difficult to keep up with Leo's wide steps. Therefore, Sabrina chose to use her mouth to make Leo stop, "Leo! What kind of lie did you plan?" As expected, Leo stopped and turned to Sabrina. "Lie?" The man Sabrina knew as a friendly figure who never did anything wrong to her had now changed drastically. He seemed to no longer recognize Leo.

He asked, looking around to see if Ava was ready yet. His friend groaned and rubbed his face in mild exasperation. "I know, I know. It's f*cking hilarious." He said with unrestrained sarcasm. "Doesn't he look amazing!" Sabrina said as she bounded into the room with a large smile on her face and an even larger costume that was clearly homemade and very similar to Connor's. "He's pepper and I'm salt! Isn't it romantic." She asked rhetorically as she gazed dreamily at her mate.

Raven sighed, knowing that there was no escaping the punishment that Sabrina would now have for her. "Okay, shoot, " she shrugged at Sabrina. She grinned at her devilishly. "You have to kiss the first guy who enters the Cafe wearing a suit," said Sabrina and everyone cheered in agreement. "No way guys, I already have a boyfriend. Tell me something else, please," said Raven, thinking about Frank Bradley whom she had been dating for the last two years. He was a good guy, his parents were close to hers, and she had known him for the last ten years.

When the ref drops the puck, the game officially turns into a battle between our speed and their experience. Every time I try to sprint past a defender, hulk-guy who I'm finding out is their captain is already there. It’s frustrating. I’m skating as hard as I can, my heart thumping against my ribs, but the alumni move the puck in perfect circles. They don't even look winded.

Sabrina cried as they both collapsed onto the couch, breathing against each other. “It’s what differentiates you from my wife. I do not have any plans of seeding my playthings” he responded. She was as shocked as she was quiet but it was the truth. He never seeded his play things. She managed to clear her facial expression with a smile on her face As they lay there, devilishly spent and satisfied, Sabrina turned to Don Pedro with a wicked grin, her hands travelling across his chest like she was not just begging him to have mercy on her some minutes ago. "I want more," she said, her eyes filled with lust.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve got it, Mom. I promise. Love you.” ​“Love you more, silly,” she muttered, finally standing up to disappear into the crowd. The final buzzer sounded. 4-2. Chatham won. The arena exploded with noise. Players celebrated their win. Then Gavin stepped onto the ice, clapping shoulders with that rare, proud half-smile, the one that made him look human for a split second. For one stupid, reckless moment, our eyes locked across the rink. I was just a face in the crowd, but he found me.

“Shut up and tell me.” Chuckling, I lean back against the bed, enjoying this way too much. “Alright, let’s take a trip down memory lane. Picture it...Shattuck-St. Mary’s, early days, some cocky freshman sneaks off to get lucky, and I don’t mean on the ice.” Kade frowns, watching me closely as I continue. “And then someone, some poor, innocent soul, walks in and sees way too much. Completely unwillingly, mind you. Scarred for life. That ringing any bells yet?”

I shoved the door open, expecting the silence of an empty suite, but I was met with the sight of Liam sitting on the edge of the mahogany table, tossing a hockey puck up and down. Liam had been my best friend since we were in kindergarten. We’d learned to shift together, learned to hunt together, and survived the brutal politics of the Moonstone social scene together. He was the only person who could look at me and know exactly how close I was to losing my mind. “You look like hell, Gid,” Liam said, catching the puck mid-air. He jumped off the table, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Where have you been? The campus is losing its mind.”