Sabrina Carpenter Sisters Novels & Stories

Looking at her hopeful expression, I spoke coldly, "Jenny, I don't love you anymore. Please stop pursuing me, and don't come to Cynthia's grave anymore. Don't disturb her rest." The white roses in Jenny's hand fell to the ground, their pristine petals soiling in the dirt, creating a pitiful scene. As Jenny stumbled away from the grave, I chose not to follow her. Instead, I held Sabrina's hand and talked to Cynthia's photo on the gravestone. "Cynthia, this is your sister-in-law, Sabrina Quine." Sabrina turned to the photo solemnly. "Cynthia, I'm sorry to meet you in this way. Don't worry, your brother will have me by his side from now on. I will always be here for him."

So I sent a note through a contact. "So it was you?" I thought it was from Caroline,” Lane said confused. How long have you seen her? I asked a friend. - Two weeks ago. She left for the estate, leaving me here to contact. Why did the resistance abandon the Sisters? I asked a question that had been tormenting me for a long time. “We found out who the traitor was. This is Kane. "Caroline's right hand," everything fell into place now. “But you don’t think that the head was at one with him, do you?”

Chapter Seven Zander I'm irritated. She looked at the contract for what felt like the tenth time, refusing to touch it for some reason. Still she hadn't signed. I was giving her all she needed and she was throwing it in my face? She was beginning to get on my nerves. Her voice brought me out of my annoyance. “Mr Stone…,” she started. “Call me Zander,” I cut her off without remorse. She continued without agreeing to my correction. This woman.

"Maisie, where are you? Please, I'm begging you to come back. I know I'm in the wrong..." Hearing his desperate, broken words pushed Rebecca closer to the edge. She was consumed with hatred for Maisie, secretly praying her sister had died somewhere, never to return. However, something happened that day that shattered her last remaining hope. She found Agatha clutching one of Maisie's few photographs, weeping uncontrollably and murmuring endless apologies. Rebecca finally snapped after holding in her anger all day. She slapped the photo out of Agatha's hands and shouted, "Why?! I'm supposed to be the family princess! Maisie can't compare to me in anything, so why do all of you only remember s

Matt chimes in, saying, “Mate or no mate, I would keep her. Have you seen her?” The words make my blood run cold. My grip tightens on my drink as I watch them. They just continue, oblivious to the simmering anger that’s bubbling inside me. “She’s like the brunette version of that new singer. Remind me…” Collin clicks his fingers, trying to jog his memory. Mira’s response comes in an instant. “Sabrina Carpenter!” she blurts, and Collin snaps his fingers triumphantly. “Petite and hot,” Jackson adds, his grin too wide for my liking.

Sabrina grabbed my arm and pulled me, but when we were in the lobby, I saw Lance sitting as if he was waiting for someone and when we looked at each other, he stood up. “Why do we stop?” I asked Sabrina when she stopped walking and sympathized with me. “Perhaps your eyes aren’t blurry enough to not see that Lance is approaching us.” I didn’t grouse at Sabrina’s words because Lance came in front of us. “Hello, Lance. I’m Sabrina, Celine’s sister. I’ve introduced myself, I suppose because you don’t know me yet.” Sabrina introduced herself. “I wasn’t there when you and Celine got married. I was in another country, changing my life.”

“If she’s anything like Sandra, she can’t be all that bad.” “She is nothing like Sandra,” Sabrina defended as she lowered her cup from her lips. “Cathy is arrogant and self-centered. She’s been crazy jealous of Sandra for capturing Crey’s heart, and she is always criticizing her sister.” “Then why did you agree to make her a gown? You should just let her shop online.”

She turned to Reliana, who stood silently in the background, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know what she told you,” Sabrina croaked, pointing a trembling finger at her half-sister. “But she pushed me down a cliff. She tried to—” “Clearly, she didn’t push you hard enough since you’re still here,” Harrison interrupted coldly. “If I had my way, Sabrina, I would have thrown you down that cliff myself. You ruined my company, my family name! You should have died when you fell!” Sabrina flinched at his words, at the venom in his voice. His emphasis on my—my company, my family name—cut deeper than the slap.

Inside the carriage, a teary-eyed Sabrina was blowing her nose loudly into a hankie when Ophelia opened the carriage door and beamed at her. "Sister!" Sabrina hiccupped and Ophelia hopped into the carriage, before pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's good to see you too, little sister." Ophelia cradled her sister's back, "you were a bit shorter and skinnier when I last saw you," she pulled back to examine her younger sister, "and now, you've blossomed into a true beauty." "I'm not interested in marriage, sister!" Sabrina confessed and then broke into sobs, causing her small shoulders to shake along with her.

I thought to myself, surprised that my father was letting his emotions slip so much when he was supposed to be the example to our people and have full control over them. “Who are you?” My father asked. “I am Akasha, this is Ari, Gia, Sunama, and Huricana.” Akasha introduced them, they curtsied when their names were spoken. “We are the Elemental Sisters.” Ari announced when Akasha finished speaking, Akasha shook her head at her disapprovingly. “Who is your leader?” “Our leaders were our parents, the pixie village chieftains Wyder and Valda. They were killed by the Goblins. We believe we are the only ones that made it out alive. Akasha is now our leader, as she is the Eldest.” Gia explained.