Sabrina And Shawn Novels & Stories

“You’ve taught me that too. Before you, my life was all about control. But with you, I’ve learned to let go and trust.” She squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with love. “We’ve both changed, haven’t we?” “In the best way,” he said, his gaze intense. “And we’re just getting started.” Over the next few weeks, life settled into a new rhythm. Shania split her time between overseeing renovations at the foundation and enjoying quiet moments at home with Stefan. Their relationship felt stronger than ever, built on trust, mutual respect, and a deep understanding of each other’s scars. One afternoon, as Shania reviewed progress reports in her study, she received a call from an unfamiliar number.

Dyelon shook his head clearing any thoughts of him and Trixie being together. Ji'lahni, Shawna, Mina, and Lynn: “Can I stab him just one time? I promise I won't kill him, I'll just stab him in the stomach.” Mina begged Shawna as they made their way out of the forest fire. “No, just leave it alone. We're not together and that is his mate.” Shawna said, and all the girls stopped turning to look at her like she was crazy. Shawna looked at them strangely, before she figured out why they were looking at her like that. “Oh, don't get it twisted she is going to die. I just want to give Shadow time to figure out how this will affect him. He only gets that grace period because of my babies and the fa

the bride-to-be, Kristine Tanner, asked me as she brushed past me. Her words sent a sudden hush over the room. Everyone there knew Shawn and me were like oil and water. For five years, we'd been at each other's throats, poaching each other's deals, clawing to bring the other one down. But Shawn had pulled through those five years. He'd dragged Lowell Group back from the brink of bankruptcy and fought his way up until he stood level with me. So… had the whole thing been an act? Probing gazes began to shift toward me.

"Cherish every moment you can Abbigail. You never know when it's the last time you have with her." I smell the vanilla and lavender before I feel her arms around me. I press my face into her chest and breathe in her calming scent. "You should get off your leg," Joyce says with concern for Shawn. "You've been on it almost all day." "Will you bring us food please," Shawn asks softly and takes my hand. "I'm getting a strange craving for peanut butter and banana sandwich." "Me too," I giggle with a smile. I reach up to whisper in Shawn's ear, "Are you having sympathy pregnancy symptoms with me Shawn? I felt aroused when you stepped in front of me."

She avoided my eyes and wiped the hem of her skirt. “Are we good?” I asked her. Dad and Carrie were coming behind us. I wanted to hold her and question her but we were in public, and the terminal was packed. “We are, I’m just…” Sabrina sighed and raised her head. “This is reality now. The wekeend is over and this is our real lives facing us. I just need to be in my bed and think about certain things. I should feel better after that.” “Love birds!” We both turned at the voice.

"I thought I was saving an old friend. I didn't see... I didn't see the shark." "She’s not a friend, Cole," Sabrina said, stepping closer and picking up the legal letter. "She’s a predator. She did this to that man in Monaco, and now she’s doing it to you." "She’s done," I said, a cold rage finally overtaking the guilt. "She is out of this house. Today." We heard the sound of tires crunching on the gravel driveway. Sabrina stiffened. "She’s back." I looked at the door. "Go into the living room, Sabrina. Sit down."

“Make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble.” Sabrina watched as her former fiancé and best friend walked away, their laughter fading into the distance. She turned to Reliana, her eyes pleading. “Reliana, remember what you said back in the house? You said we could be a family, you wanted to make up for everything. Please let’s just—”

“If it helps, I’ve been cleaning hotel suites at three in the morning for the past year. This already feels like a promotion.” That earned a few nods. “Okay, fair,” the woman with braids said. “What’s your name?” “Shawn.” “I’m Lila. That’s Marcus,” she said, pointing to the redhead. “And the one pretending not to listen is Priya.” Priya lifted a hand without looking up from her screen. “Welcome to the circus.” Marcus pushed a company mug across the desk toward Shawn. “You’ll need this. Coffee here is either life-saving or criminal. Depends on the day.”

She might’ve picked up a few words—bonding, alpha, mate—but she didn’t grasp their meaning. She could’ve known—if she had seen me shift that night. But she hadn’t. And now, the girls who had seen too much were scrambling upstairs, packing their things with shaking hands. Shelly didn’t understand the panic. She couldn’t fathom why the word pregnancy wasn’t enough to change Shawn’s mind. She still thought this was a normal relationship. Still thought she had power. Shawn stood there, face cold and unreadable. But when he spoke, his voice was sharp and clear.

Shawn replied. “Oh, hi. I'm Rachel Sparks, Shawn's best friend, childhood sweetheart and work partner. You are?” Rachel said, extending her hand for a handshake. “I'm Tiffany Dion, Shawn's Fiance.” Tiffany replied. She doesn't know why, but she hated the ladies' guts and aura. “Shawny, It's time for lunch. I booked a reservation for us at Urban's delight.” Rachel said sweetly. “Oh, you did? Let's go then. You always know what I want.” Shawn said, getting up acting oblivious to Tiffany's presence.