Sabrina Carpenter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Blurb Sabrina Daniels has spent years quietly pining for her older brother’s closest friend—the star forward and team captain, Ronan Dickson. When her parents leave the country for several months, she’s more than happy to move into the house her brother shares with Ronan… until the night she finally confesses how she feels and he turns her down. Shattered and embarrassed, Sabrina does her best to stay out of his way. But living under the same roof—and the undeniable pull that still crackles between them—makes distance almost impossible. Ronan may have rejected her, yet he never pulls away when she tests the boundary again. What begins as stolen, secret kisses quickly deepens into

Her small moans and squeals were enough to make me more aroused. “We should claim her together brother,” I muttered while showering her kisses on her neck before hoisting her up. She moaned when she felt my length brushing to her core, making us gasp from desire before I massaged her soft valleys. I laid her down on the bed and heard brother from behind, “I am going to find a lube, it would hurt her if we claim her without any lube on her other hole.” “What do you mean another hole?” Sarina looked a bit confused but moaned when I inserted a finger into her wet core.

Sabrina's POV I took a walk in the garden alone. Trying to think about the results of what the day might bring. It occurred to me that I was doing the right thing. Taking my love for Kevin to the next level. I know he should be the one doing that, but in such case he wasn't the one who was entitled. So, I would make him.

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.

“I gave you everything, Sabrina. I paid your rent and got you into events. I even introduced you to him as my best friend—” “And I gave him what you couldn't,” she snapped. Reporters were already creeping towards the door. I could hear the faint sound of shutters, whispers, and recording devices clicking on. And Sabrina raised her voice deliberately. “This baby is his, and Damon wants to be a part of its life. If that bothers you—” she paused, then smirked at me. “You can walk away, and I will take your place.” “You will never be me.” I said, inhaling slowly.

I waved and hurriedly exited the room. Sabrina's smile faded as she walked out of her father's chambers into the hallway leading to her room. An evil smirk appeared on her face as she walked into her room. "Finally, I've been waiting so long for this." She muttered sitting on her bed an staring into space. "I guess it's working out well. Get ready to meet me Cordenia." She turned to face the window with an evil smirk on her face.

She was breathing hard as she tried to smell her pup, the rain increased its pour as the water began to make the wood damper but Sabrina wasn't bothered. The wind began to blow heavily but she still didn't stop. She would hate herself a million times if anything happened to Cain and when she got a hold of this betrayer, she was going to feed her heart to the dangerous animal in the woods. As she got deeper into the woods. She noticed Sarah trembling in the rain and clutching her pup tightly. A thing Sabrina never imagined seeing, she had no hunch that she could betray them. Was all she had said been a lie? Sabrina was angry and worried.

you asked, turning back to Sabrina as she was programming the copier. "Yeah, triplicate should be fine," she said. "Not that we probably need more than one, but it is Garrison." You handed her the sheets and she straightened the stack one last time before feeding it into the auto-loader of the machine. Sabrina was standing in front of you, turned away, and you took the opportunity to look her up and down. Unless she had done it during her quick bathroom break at Chambers, you knew that Sabrina was still going commando under her long skirt, and you couldn't help but look at her tight little butt imagining what you knew it looked like from her posts.

I’d seen it once — in a photo in Eden, my moms old shoebox, the one with all the people she’d hated or fucked or both. Sabrina, age seventeen. Standing next to Caleb. Smiling with a hand on his chest like she didn’t realize what it looked like. Maybe she did. Maybe she’d been trying even back then. Now she was wearing that same skirt again. No tights, legs smooth, no single shame. I didn’t say anything. I just walked in behind her and reached for the coffee. I made sure to press in close, chest against her back, bare thigh brushing hers. She froze but stepped away.

Her eyes fell on a picture of Saben holding Sabrina's hand, his innocent face radiating joy. "This is your fault," Clara muttered, her voice trembling with malice. "You took him from me. You ruined everything." Her mind started to spin, conjuring a plan that would strike where it hurt the most. If she couldn't have Benedict, she would destroy the very foundation of his happiness: his family. One rainy afternoon, Sabrina picked Saben from school as usual. The storm clouds mirrored her unease, though she couldn't pinpoint why she felt so restless. Saben, blissfully unaware, chattered about his day, his excitement lighting up the otherwise dreary day. As they walked to the car, Sabrina felt lik