Sabrina Chavez Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Don't tell me—" "You got that right. I'm Sabrina Chadvier. The one and only daughter of the president." She deadpanned with a serious expression on her face. Davion is engaged to the president's daughter?

"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."

I turned back to Andrea briefly, but he only gave me an encouraging nod before taking a large swig of champagne. As I neared the group, I walked around so that I came to Gonzalez from the back. With my heart beating fast, I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "Señor Gonzalez?" I said. "Si?" he said before turning around. His eyes scanned my face and then dropped to my chest before his face softened and his lips turned into a smile. "Americana, eh?" he asked. I nodded with a confident smile. "What brings you to Venezuela, Chica?" he asked. "And to my party?"

I finally said that I would and now we were on our way to Paris, to meet up with her at her condo. She was my grandfather's sister, Eliza Brinx, she was a fashion icon and the most adnired family member in the Brinx line of work, she was the prettiest woman I've ever seen in all my life, even at the age of fifty, Eliza was a remarkable being, she was a model and also an entrepreneur. She was my favorite person in the entire world. "Why do I allow you to take me out of the US?" Elijah asks, scanning the busy streets once we got out of the car, outside of Eliza's condo building.

I asked out of the blue but instead, he intertwined our hands before pulling me into the cool breeze. “Enough of me, Mi Luz, tell me everything about you,” he let out. “I’m Sabrina Santiago, I have this amazing sister who just turned eighteen and my lovely grandma. Wait, I have this cousin's brother who doesn't believe in mating.” I let out excitedly. “Does your sister have a mate?” he asked. “Well I was going to find out before I got rejected and banished,” I let out and instantly I felt connected to this person, it felt like I had known him all my life or something. “Where are we?” I asked, as the sound of the door went cracking open.

Alpha Vaughn’s son Chase is right beside Serena, egging her on and grinning like a fool. I push closer as the bartender hands Serena a lime and she just stares at it for a moment, her throat working as she swallows hard. She’s still holding it in her hand hesitantly when the bartender starts to tip the tequila bottle, the first few drops splashing Serena’s belly as I step forward and the crowd hushes. The bartender looks up and freezes, her wide eyes coming to mine. I shake my head and she immediately yanks the bottle of Patron into her chest and starts to back away.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

"Scarlett." ******

She stands, and the pack erupts into cheers. "Alpha! Luna!" they chant, their voices rising in unison, as if they hadn’t tried to tear us down just weeks ago. My lips curl in amusement, but I say nothing. Let them cheer. Zoe steps forward next, her brown hair braided down her back, her expression calm but guarded. She kneels, speaking her vow as Beta Female, her voice carrying strength despite the lingering pain in her eyes. I know what she’s lost—four unborn children, ripped away before they could even take a breath. No one should have to bear that.