Puck And Sabrina Novels & Stories

Our bond had turned into something so thick and intimate—every touch of skin, every morning kiss, every soft breath through the pack link felt like confirmation that we were one soul that could never be separated again. Aria was growing really healthy. The golden glint in her eyes was getting sharper, and she was gaining weight thanks to the steady flow of pure energy we took turns channeling into her. But that beautiful domestic peace had to hit pause when the fancy black silk-lined carriage sent by the Eastern Faction finally arrived at the frozen waterfall gates. "You look absolutely gorgeous, my Luna," Seth whispered, his voice low and raspy right by my ear.

"Contact me when something comes up. Also, let's get in more details about our partnership in a few days. Contact once you have the time. When you're off your boyfriend's radar." Sabrina nodded as she slipped the card into her bag together with her other things. With a final check in the mirror, she stepped out of the bathroom, acting like she didn't just make a deal with a total stranger about the ruin of someone's marriage. Sabrina smiled sweetly at Orius who was still waiting for her at the table. “What took you so long?” he asked lovingly. "Oh you know, lady problems,” Sabrina answered as she sat down. Orius nodded and didn't press any more. As long as she wasn't off chasing Dalton somew

The way her screams filled the ranch, I kid you not Luna could have heard her a quarter of a mile away. “Brannigan, head on the ice and not on your love life.” Coach yells out to me, fucker. “You’re so pussy whipped, Bro.” Hawk says as he passes me the puck to drive into the net. I flip him the bird. “You’ll be next, Bro mark my words. That young thing you’ve been seeing she’s gonna want a ring on her finger.” “Nah, not me mate, I’ve made it perfectly clear to her that I’m not the commitment kind of guy.”

She demands eyes blazing with wrath. “I didn't steal anyone. I never knew he was your boyfriend. It's not my fault that he picked me over you. Besides, just in case you don't know, Ronan is a human being and not a thing anybody can steal.” Sabrina fires back, her eyes flaring up in anger. I know it's inappropriate, but I kinda find her standing up for herself hot and arousing. “I will tear you apart, you bitch.” Olivia yelled, launching herself at Sabrina for the third time only to stumble to a halt as I pushed Sabrina behind me before wrapping my hands around Olivia's waist and carrying her out of the dining room into the sitting room.

Or cloud ten. Is there a cloud eleven? she thought, as a small wave of dizziness swept through her. Everything was clouds. Everything was fuzzy. Everything happened all at once, yet at a pace so slow she could watch it unfold in amusement. The surrounding stadium faded out of Sabrina's perception and Marco was the only one left. He might as well have been the only person in attendance at the game. His every move was personified into a movie that Sabrina watched with a concentrated affection. She wanted him and didn’t even feel bad for it, thanks to the alcohol. The Malibu Dreamsicles had stirred a flurry of energy in her, a fire in her belly, a fire that wanted nothing more than to absorb Ma

I scrambled to hold her again, murmuring, "You have nothing to be afraid of, Sabrina." Tiana kicked Sabrina a few times. "You'd better stop pretending and get up this instant. Hayden is still feeling unwell. Did you not pray sincerely when you were kneeling at the chapel, or did you eat something when you weren't supposed to?" Upon seeing Sabrina remain motionless, Tiana grew impatient and roughly grabbed my chin. "Sabrina has turned out just like you—disgusting and full of lies! You both should perform on stage since you're both such good actors!

POV: KAI The press box smells like musty coffee and old popcorn. I sit in the back row, laptop balanced on my knees, hoodie zipped to my chin. The collar still hides most of the mark, but I feel it every time I swallow. Like a reminder I can't delete. Game starts fast. Puck drops. The crowd roars. I type without looking down much—habit now. The Ice Hawks are up early, but it's not the score I'm watching.

At the center of it all was none other than Penelope, who had taken it upon herself to expose every single embarrassing moment of Sabrina’s past. She stood up as if she were part of a play. "All right, ladies and gentlemen, let's walk down memory lane. Prom night in high school. Sabrina Auburn is dressed in the most gorgeous pink gown. She looks like a real princess. She is radiant, agog, ready to dance with her one and only crush: Benedict Thompson!" Sabrina's eyes opened wide in horror. "Penelope, you don't say—" But it was too late. Penelope clasped her hands to her breast. "But lo! Just when she stepped forth to embrace the object of her love, tragedy! Our chaste Sabrina, in all her beau

I stand and he shakes my hand and I leave. --- I text Vera from the car. *Paulson is thinking. Garrett is a yes. Come to the rink tonight — there's a side entrance on the east end, I'll leave it unlocked. Nine o'clock.* She replies in under a minute. *Why the rink.* *Because it's not the house and we need to talk without cameras.* A pause. *Richard has cameras?* *Front door, back garden, driveway. No interior. But the garden is covered.*

the witch urged them. Cyrus held out his hand. Sabrina fought back the sob and mimicked Cyrus. The witch took a knife and sliced the middle of their palm. Sabrina winced. Their blood dripped into the globe, causing the water to change color. The witch rubbed their bloodid palm together before declaring them as mates. The crowd cheered. Those words felt like sword stabbing through her heart. This time, she couldn't fiught back the sob nor the tears. She was finished. This was her end. The pathetic end.