Sabrina Carpenter Sisters Novels & Stories

As he returned to work, I brought him a glass of water, when he just happened to reach out. We touched each other, but he withdrew his hand first and pretended like nothing happened. "Your sister won't survive." There was no doubt about it—anyone who could be objective would be able to see that there was no hope for my sister. Even with that mysterious spell that kept her alive despite losing almost all of her blood, it was just pointless. Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body.

"And this. son of hers. Saben. Four years old, you say?" "Yes, Mrs. Thompson," Detective Leo replied, his tone even. "We’ve confirmed Sabrina’s identity through family records. Wendy Taylor, the magnate in California, had a daughter who was separated from her, and Sabrina is her only living heir. It seems she’s built quite an empire of her own. She’s not only a successful fashion designer but also owns a brand called Sabrina Ultra, which has been gaining significant traction in the luxury market. The brand just recently relocated back to the U.S. to expand."

“You didn’t appreciate what you had. Now you’re acting like this? For who? “I’m telling you, once you’re overseas, you’d better behave. If you cause any more trouble, don’t even think about coming back!” “Monica! Monica!” Lucas cried as the bodyguards forced him onto the plane. Monica remained unmoved. “You know, the Smiths reached out to Veronica, too. They offered her five million to cut all ties and disappear for good. “That woman loves money. She took it and swore she wouldn’t come back, but kept stirring up trouble in secret. The Smiths found out and sent her packing, taking the money back.

Carinna said as she approached and put her dirty chubby hands on my lap, smudging my grey sweat pants. Fuck! Where did she even get all that mud from? She looked up at me with her blue eyes and I just couldn’t get angry at her. The triplets were identical, having my blue eyes and facial features. They had dark chestnut brown hair and in the beginning, I couldn’t tell them apart. But now the girls could be distinguished by the dimples on Sabrina’s cheeks. I grabbed some wipes from the table, something that had become a necessity in my office ever since I became a father. After wiping Carinna’s hands, I lifted her and placed her on my lap.

Even if we were resting, she wasn’t one to let her guard down. We didn’t talk much as the fire crackled between us. The silence stretched longer than it should’ve. I was too focused on what was ahead—the village, Elara, the witches—but Sabrina finally broke the quiet. “I love her,” she said, her voice soft but steady. “Elara. She’s like my sister.” The words hit me harder than I expected. Sabrina didn’t open up like this. Not to me. Not about anything. “I know it’s dangerous,” she continued, her eyes focused on the flames. “But I have to help her. She’s family now.”

I shook my head, pulling my hand away. “Sienna… think about it.” Before I could argue, a voice interrupted. “I think you should listen to my dear sister, darling.” Roman and I turned to see Sabrina walking toward us, her sweet girl facade on. “Even though my sister and I love each other,” she continued sweetly, “we’re not exactly on the best terms. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience her any further. I rolled my eyes internally. Here we go again. Roman stood up, wincing slightly. Sabrina reached out to steady him, but he brushed her off.

Just then, Sabrina walked in and overheard their entire exchange. “Wynter, you never take a day off. What’s going on?” Harris asked concern etched on his face as he noticed his sister didn’t seem well. Sabrina gave him a stern look. “Leave her alone,” she urged, waving for Harris to step away, cutting him off once again. “All right,” Harris relented as he got out of bed. Sabrina sat down next to Wynter, tenderly caressing her hair. “Do you have anything you’d like to discuss?” she asked gently.

Sabrina yells and her voice echos through both my phone and Carl’s. It’s almost like I can see the sound travel to Val’s ears. I watch as the sound enters his ear and settles in his brain. His eyes become wide as he recognizes the voice. “Did you say your Luna has a daughter named Sophie?” Val looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Yes, after my favorite aunt, “I lie. “Sabrina, Sedit’s late wife, always wanted to keep the letter S in everyone’s name. She had a dog named Sandy. Her brother was Solen,” Val is studying my face, but I don’t give anything away.

However, despite the differences, their facial features were the exact replica of their mother's, which made it obvious that they were triplets. “Is she the wife?” the woman with brown eyes raised an eyebrow at her. Sabrina's lips parted slightly. Her cold gaze was utterly different from the warmth Ashley gave her. “Yes, she's our sister-in-law,” Ashley chirped. The woman sat back next to her and clung her arm to hers. “Her name is Sabrina..” “Hi, I’m Penelope and this is Georgina, I hope we all get along well,” the tallest one walked towards her and extended her hand.

“It’s about vision. About what happens when ambition refuses to bow to limits.” His gaze swept the room, then landed on Sabine at the edge of the stage, radiant under the spotlight. “My sister, Sabine Sinclair, has built something extraordinary. What you’ll see tonight isn’t just fabric and thread—it’s grit, artistry, and a refusal to settle for anything less than extraordinary. This brand carries her name, but more than that, it carries her fire.” Applause rippled, but Aaron waited, holding the silence as easily as he held breath.