Novels by Sabastine

Sinclair's POV.I stood outside Anthony's house, my heart pounding against my chest. The evening air was thick with tension, and I could feel the weight of the confrontation ahead. I had to know the truth about Roseline. Anthony's claims had twisted my stomach into knots, and I couldn't let this go unanswered. Even if it is possible to have Roseline's lookalike, it wasn't possible enough for them to have the same name. There was something wrong somewhere, and I needed to find out.Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the stillness. Moments later, it swung open, revealing Anthony, surprise etched across his face.“Sinclair? What are you doing here?” He looked wary as if he sensed the storm brewing within me.“I need to talk to you. Now,” I said, pushing past him into the house. The familiar scents of home wrapped around me, but they felt different today, feeling charged and hostile. I'm not ready to beat around the bush, it's something I must confront.“Wai

Roseline POV.My heart almost popped out of its place when I caught a familiar figure on the phone with Anthony. I couldn't control my heartbeat as I nearly developed sudden coldness.However, this new Roseline pretends like nothing happened. Ever since I lied about my identity to Anthony and his mother, I have discovered some new things about me. Not only can I lie successfully, but I can still control my feelings and pretend as if I'm not aware of anything. Just like I did to Sinclair a few minutes ago.Although the emotion can't be controlled perfectly, I still make sure I act naturally."Oh my goodness! My heart almost ran wild" I touched my bouncing chest as I muttered to myself."Roseline? Are you there?" I heard Theresa's voice from her bedroom. It was at that moment that I realized the drugs were still with me."Oh, Mom! I'm coming." I rush out instantly; I need to meet up with her medication time.On getting to her room, she has already strode out of bed. I rush to her side a

Roseline POV.Settling into Anthony’s apartment felt surreal. The warmth of the space wrapped around me like a blanket, a stark contrast to the cold, suffocating atmosphere I had left behind. His mother, Theresa, welcomed me with open arms, her kindness a soothing balm for my frayed nerves.I guess leaving Sinclair for now is the right choice, and meeting someone like Anthony is a blessing from above. If not because I saved her mother, I would still be wondering round the street.Theresa did more for me as a stranger, despite the fact that I have no mother, she make me taste of motherly Love. Both mother and son has the same line of kindness.“Make yourself at home, dear,” Theresa said, her smile genuine and warm. “You’re safe here.”Before long, I got adapt to them. I found comfort in the routine Anthony and his mother had established, a simple breakfast, shared laughter, quiet evenings spent watching TV. Yet, even in these moments of joy, a part of me felt hollow.As the days turned

Anthony's POV.The moment I bump into this lady, I felt a string in my heart. Even at night, her beauty was visible as she appears more natural. The most amazing part is that she was humble and carefree.Despite the fact that I bumped into her, she still choose to reject the offer while some girls would grab the chance or probably make a fuss out of it.The night air was cool, and the café’s warm glow faded behind me as I walked alongside Roseline. The conversation had flowed easily between us, but underneath her calm exterior, I sensed a storm brewing. She seemed lost, as if she was searching for something just out of reach. I wanted to know her story, I wanted to share some amazing moment with her. I couldn’t help but steal glances at her. The way the moonlight caught her features, her expressive eyes filled with unspoken emotion, it was captivating. Something about her drew me in, a magnetic pull I couldn’t ignore.When we entered the cafe, I made a decision of asking more about

Sinclair POV.The night dragged on, and with each passing hour, my anxiety grew. I had combed through every corner of our neighborhood, retracing my steps, hoping against hope that I would find Roseline. She had vanished, and with her disappearance came a sense of impending doom that weighed heavily on my chest.It was as if I'd made a mistake for running my mouth to her. I couldn't stop myself! Is that even hard? Why can't she stay quietly and wait till I return from work?My plan is to explain things to her and make her understand since I was the one that misunderstood her good intention.I pulled into the parking lot of the café where I hoped she might have gone. It was a long shot, but the familiar sight of the place stirred something in me, a regression and anger. As I stepped inside, the warmth enveloped me, but I found no trace of her.“Hey, have you seen a girl?” I asked the barista, desperation creeping into my voice. “About this tall, dark hair, maybe looking a bit lost?”If

Roseline POV.The night air was cool against my skin as I wandered the streets, my heart racing with uncertainty. I had slipped away, desperate to escape the suffocating walls of that house, but now I felt lost in the darkness. Each step felt heavy, burdened by the weight of my decision to leave Sinclair. Just like this, I've been wandering since the time I left his house.I never knew loving has become a crime that I regretted loving Sinclair as he never appreciate it for once.My heart wanted to understand him better and I gave myself the excuse that he might be finding it hard to forget his dead girlfriend because of the bond they shared.However, giving it another good thought, I realized that it's nothing but madness.No matter how hard you cling to the dead, you will end up getting hurt because they can't back to life. After spending two years with him, he has refused to change how he felt about the past to the existence that we had some intimacy together, but he never changed.