Sabrina Vaz Novels & Stories

them, and I looked at them, and I knew, I knew you were not my mother, that Viviane was my mother, that my life was a lie, a secret, a crime, from the beginning, from always, since I was born, since I opened my eyes into this world where you were waiting for me, where you took me in your arms, where you looked at me with those eyes that were not a mother's eyes, that were never a mother's eyes, because you were not my mother, because you were never my mother, because you stole my mother's place, stole her life, stole her husband, stole her daughter, stole everything that wasn't yours, everything you should never have had, everything you took, kept, protected, defended, loved, hated, destroy

Yet, it was her dismissive attitude that made her stand out. She was Sabrina Lopez, a radio DJ. She also worked as an actress and model. Her most notable trait was her outspokenness. Plus, she was the second person among the judges, after John, who had no connection with the Starks. The show invited her to be the judge mainly because of her snappy remarks that could ignite discussions and generate publicity for the show. The other three judges were well aware of Sabrina's personality and didn't dare to provoke her. Seeing no one chimed in, Sabrina suddenly turned to John with a smile.

I shot up and spoke curtly. “If you are here to advocate for Xavion and mate-bond. Please leave. I don’t wish to disrespect you.” I was rude to her, practically shooing her away before a proper conversation. However, Sabrina wasn’t offended a bit. She replied in a friendly manner. “It’s not like that, Azlynn. I am here to see the princess of the east. It’s been a long time since I have seen someone from my homeland.” She mentioned her affiliation with the east, captivating my attention instantly. I was all ears when she said.

“Would you mind taking a couple of me as well? For a profile piece coming up.” Her brows lifted. “Profile piece?” “You haven’t heard?” Davina piped up, almost absentmindedly, as she sifted through her notes. “She’s coming forward as the real founder of Harvest Bloom!” Sabrina blinked, then her face softened into a grin. “That’s… incredible! Of course I’ll take some shots. Just tell me what you want.” We arranged a few shots — me in the lab coat, me without it, tasting chocolate, checking molds, leaning against the long steel counter. Sabrina had an easy way about her, never intrusive, never demanding.

"Not long. Actually, I've been wanting to befriend Khai. The first time I saw him plays soccer on that day you guys fight with Brayn if you remember. I'm really impressed. Khai played well. And you also. You two really played well." "Of course! My boyfriend used to be a captain of soccer before." Sab says, emphasizing the boyfriend, wrapping her hands around Von's arm as if saying to Vanessa, 'he's mine so don't you dare flirt with him' "Oh, you're Von's girlfriend?" "Yes! I'm Sabrina Madrigal. Von's girlfriend." She proudly says. "Oh. Cute. You guys look good together. I wish you two have a long-lasting relationship." "Thank you." Sab smiles at her brightly, but it seems a sarcastic smile.

Sophie jumps into my arms and Val stares at her. I try to shield her and get Betty to get her away. “That is Sedit’s child!” Val yells. “Get away from her,” Sabrina yells from the stairs. “Betty, get her out of here.” “You are alive!” Val stares at Sabrina. “Not to you,” she stands in front of him. “To you, your family, your gang of thugs, I am dead. Sabrina Zenith died a long time ago. My name is Sabrina Sol. My daughter is Sophie Sol.”

Where were they heading off to and why? She shook her head as the call was again not attended…. She is Sabrina. Sabrina Leonardo. She is 18 years old. Daughter of Leonardo Lee and Alice Greene. Her father worked with some organisation she has little to no idea of and her mother is a housewife. She is the only child and very dear to her parents. She was studying here in the prestigious university in another city on scholarship. She met her father’s friend son Jackson Mateo here in this city. Jackson had really insisted for a chance.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

He’d promised to send photos of Thea and Maria Belgrave he had stored away from public events. I felt as though I’d found the trail of my prey again. The excitement lit a fire within me, and I want to run with it. The elevator doors opened, and Sabrina Vines slithered away. She walked differently from other women. She used an unnatural walk a model did when they walked the runway. Impressive on the runway, but strange elsewhere.