Sabrina Carpenter Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her hands moved down my bare chest and then to my nipples and then my pants. “Stop it, Sabrina,” I warned, stopping her hands from going further. But Sabrina was stubborn. That was how she became one of my favourite sluts. She never took no for an answer either. “Are you sure you want me to stop, baby? You haven't even touched me,” she purred. “I'm wet and ready for you,” she moaned in my ears. I stood up abruptly. “Get out, Sabrina; your work is done here!” “But…” she straightened, looking up at me in disbelief.

My scalp felt like it would tear from Sabrina’s tweaks. “You bitch! You have a very flirtatious demeanor! You klepto bitch!” Sabrina shouted in my face. “I’m hurting, Sabrina...” I begged. “You think I care even if you die of illness!? Someone needs to teach you a lesson!” “Sabrina...” I cried. “How dare you flirt with Tristan Carter? He drew you and now he’s looking for you on campus!? Bitch!” I accidentally pushed Sabrina reason she let go of my hair. “What’s going on here!?”

I’ll become a rogue, having to live like a stray for the rest of my life, mingling with humans and going against my nature completely. Releasing my fists from the chair, I lifted shaky finger and pressed down on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. Sweat dripped down my forehead as Sabrina threw back her head in a moan, her hands gripping onto the wooden table as she spread her legs wider. Her pink folds glistened in the light from the overhead chandelier and the sight of her so open…so ready, that was all it took to shatter all my resolve.

“My crew will be here in ten minutes tops. They’ll handle the mess discreetly. You don’t need cops crawling all over this.” “No,” I snapped, stepping off the bed on shaky legs, the lamp still raised between us like a shield. “I already called them. And don’t worry about it, the police will handle everything. You need to leave right now. Get out of my apartment.” Santiago’s face twisted with regret, eyes flicking over my body, my messed-up hair, the dress I hadn’t even fixed yet. “Don’t do this, Sabrina, please. I know this looks bad. I know you’re scared and pissed and probably still feeling everything we started. But give me another shot. Let me make this right, maybe another dinner date, o

What did she say to make Sabrina do this? Cynthia lets out a fake sob. Thin and trembling. I can’t take it anymore. “Stop it, Sabrina!” My voice cracks like lightning across the room. “You know this is all a lie!” But she doesn’t flinch. She raises her chin. “I’ve always hated the fact that my son had to be married to someone like you.” Her voice is sharp, deliberate. “And so, I wanted you out of the picture for good. And what better way than to have you… killed?”

I just had my hands tucked in my pocket while I watch him rant. Desperately craving for attention, he faced Sabrina. "You really have no shame, do you?? And I assure you, this is just the beginning" he whispered. Sabrina's hands curled into fists. She was trapped—torn between Haynes and his threats. The elevator doors opened and Sabrina was the first to walk out while I followed closely behind her although it was obvious she was trying to keep her distance. "Let me drive you" I said, breaking the silence between us.

Sabrina would probably grab a knife and come straight at him. He knew Sabrina too well. Even though she was a gentle-hearted person, she'd do everything in her power to protect those she loved. Once, a rival family had kidnapped Sabrina in an attempt to force the Callahans to produce some confidential documents. The kidnappers had left her submerged in ice water for the entire night, yet she had never uttered a single word. By the time Axel found Sabrina, she could barely stand. The once-beautiful young woman had been tortured until she was barely recognizable, but she had never once revealed anything about him, just to protect him.

“I tend to say stupid stuff. I mean, Sabrina isn’t all that. No way she even looks like you. I was just trying to connect the dots, but that was just stupid anyway. “Stupid? Isn’t she cute though?” I push gently, curious to know what he thinks of me. “Well… she is, but not as hot as you,” he grins. “She packs her hair up in this tight bun and wears these weird fashion sandals from the ‘90s. Pretty but outdated, if you ask me.” “Wow,” I raise a brow. “You sound like you don’t like her.” “I don’t hate her,” he shrugs. “She’s just… bold. Scary bold. Looks like the type who can stab a man without blinking. I admire her, but she is not my style.”

Sabrina seemed to have forgotten that just half a month earlier, she had been cornered by a rival in an alley. I stepped in to protect her that night and ended up with three broken ribs, yet I held on until the police arrived and didn't let her suffer so much as a scratch. Timothy spoke again, and his voice was choked with tears. "Sabrina, maybe I should just leave. Casper clearly doesn't like me. He even looks appalled by the apples I brought, so how could he possibly want me to stay here?" Sabrina immediately glared at me. "Casper Sutton, what exactly is your problem? I invited Timothy here, and you're making that face?"

-I crossed my arms. -Nothing, I'm just surprised. I didn't think you liked this kind of place. -And I don't. I find them disgusting," I looked him in the eye, maybe he was getting the hint. -And so do the people who frequent them. -I was about to pass him but he grabbed my arms and stopped me. -Do you think so? Where did he leave Sabrina? -My friend will soon take your friend," she whispers to me. I turned to look at Tyler, the girl seduced him until she took him into one of those rooms. How little self-control some men have.