Sabrina Carpenter Hot Novels & Stories

Marco King Carlo cleared his throat. “So tell me, Marco, how did the interviews go today? Did you find someone to help you while on your sabbatical?” “I did,” Marco said. Sabrina’s face flashed into Marco’s mind. “And...?” “Her name is Sabrina. She’s from Memphis, Tennessee, born and raised. In fact, she lives just a few miles from the hotel where I’m staying now.” Marco couldn’t hide the excitement in his voice and his father recognized it immediately.

He groans and his brother chuckles. “ Her scent is so intoxicating,” Maximo murmurs and Santino hums. “ Leave me alone you fuckers!” I scream. Maximo’s impossible heat engulfs me when he steps closer only for santino’s chill to cool me down. I know Maximo is doing it deliberately. He bend and his hands touches my other thigh. Together they create this intense feeling on my body that it reacts to them. They are two impossibly hot men with a cold and a wild exterior they are both the best definition is toxic and my body craves for them at this moment.

"Yes Lorraine, no we haven't met before. I'm a member of the club. I'm what you called a headhunter for a job available. But I specialized in a different kind of field of expertise. I've heard about your situation. Please don't leave, just listen and think about it. You don't have to answer or even get back to me if you're not interested." I was about to get up, this sounded shadier. I didn't like where this conversation is going. Then she gave me her card, there was no company name, just her name Adriana and her mobile number. There wasn't even a last name. I drank more champagne, and try to stay as still as possible.

Hot. I jolted, gasping as the heat soaked through the fabric. “Ooops,” Sabrina said blandly. “My hand slipped.” Before a maid could rush forward with towels, she was already pushing back her chair and walking away, her heels clicking like bullets on marble. The anger rose in me fast and sharp — a pulse of white heat shooting through my chest. My veins burned. I wasn’t just embarrassed; I was livid. My hands trembled slightly, not from the tea, but from the sheer restraint I was forcing on myself. Sabrina wanted to provoke me. She wanted me to crack, to lash out. She’d almost succeeded.

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.

Although she was petite, her perfect figure and slick long hair would catch anyone’s attention. Her arms crossed her chest when she saw Sol dancing with another woman on the dance floor. Carl immediately grabbed Sol away from the crowd and whispered: “Sol, fuck. Sabrina’s here!” Carl whispered as he tried to slap him with sense. “Who’s Sabrina?” His words slurred as vision tripled and the world was spinning. “Sabrina Marquez, she’s coming our way. Fucking act normal!” Carl urged as Sabrina caught their collars and immediately dragged them down to their seats.

She entered that space with slow steps and a rehearsed smile. "What a coincidence to see you here," the blonde commented. "Arabella Collins, right?" Arabella nodded, not wanting to prolong the conversation. "I am Sabrina Carper. You must have heard of me." "Maybe," Arabella smiled without showing her teeth. That was Sabrina Carper, one of the most famous models on the continent. Beautiful, tall, and slim.

he snapped. Sabrina. That woman. If I would be asked to choose between Autumn and Sabrina, I would choose Autumn. Without a doubt. Sabrina was the worst woman that you could fall with. She was hiding a lot of skeletons under her closets. I did not know if the beta was aware of that. Maybe he was not seeing how he kept on staying at the woman’s side. Without fail.

The screen displayed photos—images of Sabrina in bed with unfamiliar men. Sabrina’s knees buckled, and she fell back onto the wet ground. The cold seeped into her bones, but it was nothing compared to the icy disbelief and horror coursing through her. “I didn’t… I didn’t sleep with them. I didn’t do any of this!” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “It was Reliana. It was Charlotte and Kyler. I swear, I—” “Don’t you dare lie about my daughter!” Harrison thundered, his voice laced with finality.

“Only if you call Jacob and fuck him in the next room.” I roll my eyes. “I and Jacob won’t happen, Ira. Quit that!” “But why?? He is so hot… and single.” She says looking at photos on my phone we took today while sipping coke. “If I wasn’t into Liam, I would have totally licked his abs.” I grimace at her choice of words. “What?” She defends herself. “Look at his t-shirt.” She shows me the phone. “It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.”