Sabrina Vaz Novels & Stories

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.

I open my mouth to say something, but someone beats me to it. “ April, Santino is looking for you,” A maid calls her, and I finally learn her name. I have been afraid to ask what her name is because it would be too embarrassing to ask for it now when we have been chatting for quite a while. I am happy the maid saved me all the trouble, including the embarrassment. I proceed to make myself a little snack and I decide on a sandwich, hunger will be the end of me.

She stopped just when her hand made contact with the door knob. “Alpha Isabel Martinez” she replied in a voice that wasn’t hers.

I snarled. "He'll hunt me down and kill me for telling you." "And I will kill you right here and now if you don't," I hissed. "And do you want to know why I need this information? Not because I want to challenge him or kill him but because Andrea Martinez has my Luna and is threatening to murder and do terrible things to her. His biggest rival, Gustavo Escobar, is my best shot of getting her back alive and I will not let anything stand in my way."

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

She continued, her firm voice captivating Darius’s mind. Sabrina hated Delilah, she detested the sound of her voice. She couldn't believe the same voice would save her and fill her with happiness. Heaving a sigh of relief, she relaxed the moment Darius pushed Beatrix aside. Hurrying to embrace her, she wrapped her torn clothes around her to shield her bare body from the merciless cold that engulfed them. “Don't forget, Darius, Azara Storm is my twin sister. And we have unfinished business. I want her as much as you do.”

"I've learned that talented people rarely make decisions under pressure, so I won't pressure you. If your answer remains no, that's perfectly acceptable." She turned toward the door before pausing. "Our agency has built the careers of Fiona Wood, Chris Megan, Paige Burrows, Elvira Banks and—" "Elvira?” Sabrina's fingers froze on the armrest. Victoria glanced back. "Of course." A flicker of something unreadable crossed Sabrina's face. Star entertainment wasn't just any agency. It was Elvira's agency. Victoria noticed the subtle change in Sabrina's eyes but wisely chose not to comment.

"Don't believe her. I won't drive you away. You're the hostess of the Vauxhall family. No one can change that." Finnley kissed her forehead. Even so, Sabrina still didn't feel secure. What she wanted was the title of Mrs. Vauxhall. "Who am I? Whenever people mention Mrs. Vauxhall, they only think of Liliana. Who even knows who Sabrina is?" she said gloomily. She let go of Finnley, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Looking at the snowy scenery outside, she continued sadly, "I'll always be an outsider. No wonder she has the confidence to say those things to my face."