Novel & Cerita Sebastian And Sabrina

My life was slipping away fast, and every step was a struggle. But I had to go. - The festival square was ablaze with light. Sabrina moved through the crowd in a striking red dress. Her eyes flicked with jealousy the moment she saw me walking hand in hand with Sebastian, but she quickly masked it with a bright smile. "Sebastian, Christina, you're here!" She looped her arm through his other arm, completely ignoring me, his mate. "Sebastian, you promised you'd dance with me tonight!" He gave me a hesitant glance. "I'm supposed to stay with Christina tonight. She's weak right now, so dancing will be too much for her."

If it was a competition, he didn’t stand a chance. “Oh,” Sabrina said softly, her voice tinged with realization over something Denzel said. She covered the phone’s receiver and turned to me on the bed. “What was the film about?” she asked, a hint of panic in her voice. “I don’t know,” I said lazily, still sprawled on the bed. It was a horror story with a romance subplot. I didn’t tell Sabrina that. Sabrina looked away, a little panicky. “I’m sorry, Denzel,” Sabrina said into the phone after uncovering it. “I honestly wasn’t watching. My life’s been a mess.”

She just needs to rest more. Where are Sebastian and Ashton?

"Wow. Betrayed by all of you. You know what? Great. I'll go meet her. But if she's secretly a cat psychic or sells crystal moon juice, I'm blaming all of you." "Deal," Eliana said cheerfully, already typing out a message to Clarisse with suspiciously rapid fingers. Saben sighed dramatically. “This is how it begins. First a brunch, then a wedding, then I’m wearing baby fedoras ironically at my own gender reveal.” “Manifest it!” Sabrina yelled. “Manifest it!” Sabrina yelled again, clinking her mimosa glass against Grandma Leila’s teacup like they were casting a spell over Saben’s love life.

Her eyes swept up and down, lingering on the bump with a look of distaste she barely bothered to hide. "And this must be... the wife," Elise said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Sabrina, was it? I read the blogs. Quite the... whirlwind, wasn't it? From one husband to the next in a week?" I felt Sabrina stiffen beside me. "Sabrina is the love of my life," I said sharply, my hand tightening on Sabrina’s waist. "And we are very happy. Elise, what are you doing in Gstaad? I thought you were running your father’s shipping empire in Monaco."

Did I say anything related to being cute? I slapped his waist. "Don't make me blush too much. I don't wanna turn red, huh?" "One strawberry ice cream," a familiar voice said that behind me. Gosh, I knew that voice. It was that— Ah, bitch! Furious, I turned from looking at her, turned to Sebastian. He stared at me, seeming alarmed. Why was he fearful? I had already vowed to trust him. He stepped closer, held my hands. "I swear, I don't know how she got here. I didn't even know she's still in Florida. I know nothing about—"

But suddenly, Sebastian took her by surprise, pulling her from her seat until they were close enough for her to feel his warm breath, their faces just inches apart. “I told you, princess—I don’t take no for an answer.” His voice was low and steady, leaving her speechless. Without further hesitation, he led her onto the dance floor, drawing the attention of the guests, who murmured in surprise. Sebastian, known for his reserved and gentlemanly demeanor, had never been seen so publicly affectionate, especially not with Kaira.

Sebastian’s POV I barely slept that night. The argument with Seline replayed in my head. The vasectomy, Mr. Caldwell's threat and my plan B. I got dressed and ready for work hoping the office activities would clear my thoughts. Halfway down the staircase I found Seline sitting on the couch, wrapped in a robe, hair messy like she hadn’t slept either. “Sebastian,” she said softly, voice small. “Can we talk?” “I'm running late for work, can it wait till I get back?”

"One might almost think you weren't actually sick at all." "How dare you!" Sabrina's voice rose. "I'm dying!" "Which doctors?" I asked calmly. "I'd love their recommendations for Theo's specialists." "That's private—" Her face turned red. "Of course. Patient confidentiality." I smiled. "Though I am curious. You mentioned Dashiell divorced me to marry you. But you're not married yet, are you? The divorce was finalized weeks ago. Plenty of time for a ceremony." Sabrina's mouth opened, then closed.

She demands eyes blazing with wrath. “I didn't steal anyone. I never knew he was your boyfriend. It's not my fault that he picked me over you. Besides, just in case you don't know, Ronan is a human being and not a thing anybody can steal.” Sabrina fires back, her eyes flaring up in anger. I know it's inappropriate, but I kinda find her standing up for herself hot and arousing. “I will tear you apart, you bitch.” Olivia yelled, launching herself at Sabrina for the third time only to stumble to a halt as I pushed Sabrina behind me before wrapping my hands around Olivia's waist and carrying her out of the dining room into the sitting room.