Sabrina Vaz Novels & Stories

Everyone flooded the comments with insults, then went to Sabrina's profile to attack her. Her account was so overwhelmed that it couldn't be opened. Harold seized the opportunity to cement Sabrina's role as the mistress and elevate Zara to the position of his wife. Sabrina went viral, just like what she wanted. She tried desperately to explain, but no one believed her. "Abby, is this your doing?" she asked the moment I picked up the phone. I replied, "If you take down those false claims you posted, I promise to leave you alone."

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Sabrina frowned at the girl and almost denied her when Giovanni laid a hand on her forearm. “That American, as you put it, is Sabrina’s sister-in-law and before you start judging her, you should get to know her,” he said in Sandra’s defense. “She’s an amazing person and she would never call you a French girl.” “I’m sorry,” the girl said shyly. “Who should I sign this for?” Sabrina asked, taking the paper the girl held in her hand. “Shantel,” she said with a soft giggle. “And my friend is Kayla, can I have one for her as well please?”

“Of course, dear. I wouldn’t dream of interfering. Just… take care of yourself. And remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, someone who truly understands Liam, I’m here.” With that, Sabrina excused herself, leaving Izzy standing there, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She wanted to dismiss Sabrina’s words as petty manipulation, but the doubts were there, lingering like a shadow. She’d always known Liam had his secrets—he was guarded, mysterious, and deeply private. But what if there were things he was hiding from her that were far more dangerous than she’d realized?

Sabrina breezes into the place like she owns it, waving at the staff and smiling at the other customers. “Hey, girls!” she calls out, showing me off to some of her rich friends, I suppose. “Look who I've brought with me—our new favourite person in the world, Rayne Everhart!” Some of them instantly recognize me. “Oh my God! You're Liam Everhart's wife!” One particularly bold woman with platinum blonde hair squeals. She's dressed like a living Moschino ad. Liam Everhart's wife... Right, I haven't got a name of my own.

She's seated on my left, Scott on my right. "Who was involved?" Vic asks. "Sabri–" I start and Roxy shoots up from the couch, cursing at Cruella de Vil. "I knew it! That little fucktard! That skinny bitch is a nightmare. A complete psychopath!" Roxy cuts me off. "Somebody tell Satan his daughter is running loose on earth!" "Yes, Sabrina and Reyna Dawson," I continue. "I've heard of Sabrina but who's Reyna?" Kye asks frowning.

Aliyah doesn't seem to know this person but somehow the face seems oddly familiar. “So nice to meet you here.” The unknown woman said with a smile as she extended her hand for a handshake which Aliyah took, “Sabrina Tanyana.” Yeah, that is. The model. Now Aliyah remembers, Sabrina Tanyana is a model, a world best and she walked the runaway perfectly as ever. Aliyah smiled as they disengaged. “So nice to meet you.” Sabrina opened her mouth to talk but a deep baritone interrupted her. “Rina?”

St. "Who are you?" Unbelievable question from him. "Oh, I am Savienna Kristen Lacsamana." Savienna? Sabrina? Are we really twins? "So, Sabrina. How is life without problems?" He asked me with a smile. "My life isn't as comfortable as you think, Savienna." she smirked. He took a cell phone from his bag. She scanned something and showed it off to me. It's me laughing with the Journalism Club. "Having friends? That's nice."

“How bad was I this time?” “You climbed the cabinet again!" Finna said lightheartedly. "We're thinking of moving the cabinet away from the wall so you can't climb on it anymore. Or maybe we should get you your own little cage to play in.” "I will kill you if you..." Sabrina started to say, her voice low and dangerous. She stopped abruptly, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me. "Who is this?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion. I was a little confused, so I turned around to see who she was talking to. I gave her a small smile before speaking. “Hi, I'm Zara. I just arrived with Finn a short time ago. Someone told me you might be able to help me with something.'”

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.