Alexa And Sandro Novels & Stories

She gave a short speech, then introduced the man behind the success of the Sandoval Group of Companies. “Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Duke Sandoval.” Selene didn’t know if she was holding her breath or had simply forgotten how to breathe. After the applause, Addison walked toward her with a warm smile. “Hi, Selene! I’m Addison. Thank you so much for gracing the event.” “It’s my pleasure,” Selene replied with a polite smile. “You’re here alone?” “My manager’s somewhere, I think.” Addison glanced around, then waved at someone.

War Drums The cracked phone screen cast harsh light across Sandro’s face, turning his features into something demonic. Elena watched the color drain from his expression as the surveillance clip ended, leaving only the damning freeze-frame of Luca handing over the USB drive like it was nothing. “Motherfucker,” Sandro snarled, voice low and lethal. He set the ruined phone down carefully this time, though his fingers lingered as if he wanted to crush it into dust. The tender man who had just worshipped her in the shower was gone. In his place stood the Don, cold, calculating, and ready for war.

Alex said to his brother as his large hands gripped my thighs. "Let us see if her pussy is thick meat too," Sandro said to him. I gasped in shock as Alex lifted my legs over his legs spreading me. Sandro reached for my tiny panties and his hands stilled as it made contact with the material. He looked up at Alex with a smirk. "What is the problem?" Alex asked him. But I knew, even before he said it, I knew what it was that was making him smile like a predator who had stumbled on its prey.

“And you didn’t think to bring one for me?” I groaned. Oh no. Celia, already seeing where this was going, closed her eyes briefly. “Alex, no.” But Alex was undeterred. His gaze was locked on Sandro. “So? Can I get one?” Sandro smirked. “You don’t need it.” Alex scoffed. “Maybe not, but I do have a daughter.” He gestured to Bash. “And if this idiot is preparing for future threats, I sure as hell should be, too.”

“I know her.” Alex and Jeremy pause mid-chew, both turning to me. “Isn’t she the influencer who swore to have nothing to do with the Ford Company during that major tech campaign last year?” Sandra hums, scratching her head nervously. “Yes.” My brows draw together. “The same one Sir Alex Sr. has been trying to get on board for years?” She nods slowly. “Yes.” “So why the sudden change?” “She—” Sandra pauses, pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh.

Ezra almost killed the Alpha, and Blaze was nowhere to be seen, offering no help. Taking a deep breath, Sandro said one final time. "I will personally select our new Beta. And I expect nothing less than the best from him. This pack deserves the best. I, Alessandro De Luca, deserve the best," he muttered the last part to himself. With those words, Sandro stepped down from the platform, his eyes gleaming with fierce determination.

Evelyn, still chuckling, replied, "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice that you've been saved not once but twice by a man named Alexander. I just couldn't resist making the connection." Sophia shook her head, joining in the laughter. "That was just my luck." Sandro, who had been casually walking alongside them, decided to join the banter. "I'm actually half Italian, so my name is spelled with two S's. That way, it'll be easier for you to distinguish between us." Sophia and Evelyn burst into laughter again, the unexpected twist adding to the already vibrant evening. Sandro, with a twinkle in his eye, enjoyed the lighthearted exchange.

Again I nod, “I do.” Dad breaks out with a huge smile as he releases my hand and turns back to face the crowd. I feel the surge of power move through me, as I say the final vow, linking me completely to the pack as Alpha. “Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce your new Alpha and Luna of Charwood, Alpha Zander Blackwood and Luna Ashleigh Blackwood.” If I thought the cheers before were loud I was wrong, the room exploded with cheers and congratulatory happiness.

His voice was dark filled with so many passion and hidden promises. In a second, Alesandro walked to his wife and quickly scooped her in his arm making her giggle as he walked to the tent that he had got made for their stay at night..... " Time for some reward....." Alesandro said mischievously and Sabrina blused profusely. _____________

I raised my head to meet his awkward stare. “And you are?” he inquired, stretching forth his hand to me. “I-I-” It was hard to form words with the stern glare my father was giving me. Almost like he didn’t want me to tell him who I was, but the king had offered me this hand, I could get punished for not giving him mine. “I am Princess Illyria,” I muttered almost in a whisper as I placed my right hand on his, curtsying. “Illyria? Oh! You must be the youngest Valerian mentioned to me,” he said, placing his other hand on him. Remember when I said that this man gave me the creeps, well the feeling of his hands on mine was far more disturbing than his voice.