Biography Sandra Cisneros

*Smut After her mate's brutal rejection, healing prodigy Sandra surrenders to a dangerously seductive stranger in a dark alley, only to discover he's her uncle Marcus. Trapped by blackmail in his isolated house, forbidden desire ignites between lessons. But Marcus harbors a deadly secret about her father's death. ----------------- “Fuck, Sandra,” he growled, thumb brushing over my nipple through the fabric until it stiffened, aching. “Vanessa’s right upstairs. If she hears us—” “I don’t care,” I panted, rocking up against him, chasing that thick pressure. “Make me forget today. Just tonight. Please.” I’m going straight to hell,” he muttered, then closed the gap. His mouth took mine slow this time, deliberate, like he was memorizing the taste of me. I sighed into it, hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. He tasted like black coffee and smoke and sin, and I wanted more. He tugged me closer, one hand fisting in my hair, the other splayed low on my back, pressing me against him. Heat flared low in my belly, spreading fast. I shifted, trying to ease the ache between my thighs, and he groaned against my lips, grip tightening. His tongue traced the seam of my mouth; I opened for him instantly, meeting him stroke for stroke until we were both breathing hard. He tilted my head back, lips moving down my throat, teeth grazing the frantic beat of my pulse. I gasped, nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders. “We should stop,” he rasped against my skin, but his hand was already pushing under my thin tank top, calloused palm gliding up my ribs. “We should,” I agreed breathlessly, then dragged his mouth back to mine, kissing him deeper, hungrier.

Durante a cerimônia de premiação da Competição Internacional de Design de Joias, a minha meia-irmã recebeu o grande prêmio, só que usando os designs que havia roubado de mim. E qual era o grande prêmio? Tornar-se a noiva do principal patrocinador da premiação, Jude Moretti, o Padrinho da família Moretti. Ele era um homem cruel e ambicioso, mas que acabou atingido por uma grande explosão e por isso diziam que ele não podia ter filhos. Naquela noite, os homens de Moretti, vestidos com seus paletós pretos, traziam um contrato de casamento todo cravejado a ouro. Eles buscavam a "artesã extraordinária". Meu noivo, Marco, entrou em pânico e fugiu com a Sandra às pressas para Vegas, eles se casaram naquela noite e ela foi salva. Com o ato consumado, Sandra retornou usando o meu vestido de seda, o pescoço cheio de marcas e exibindo um anel brilhante em seu dedo. — Agora, o Marco é meu. — Ela disse em tom de deboche. — O que você vai fazer, Odessa? O padrinho te deu apenas um dia para decidir. Se você não se casar, a Família vai pedir uma compensação e você terá que trabalhar em algum cortiço qualquer, ou quem sabe eles não te vendem para algum maluco com fetiches estranhos. Ela estava enganada, eu não tinha escolha. Mais cedo, eu encontrei meu pai e minha madrasta tendo dificuldades para lidar com aquele contrato. — Eu faço isso! — Eu disse. — Eu me caso com o Padrinho.

"Sa mundo ng kasalanan, hindi lahat ng mga nagbebenta ng laman ay mga taong nawalan ng puso, at hindi rin lahat ng mayayaman ay kayang bilhin ang kapatawaran." Si Sandra Asuncion, ay isang babaeng ipinanganak sa marangyang pamilya at busog sa pagmamahal, ngunit natuldukan ito nang mangyari ang isang hindi inaasahan na massacre sa kaniyang buong pamilya. Nang mangyari iyon ay nawala sa kaniya ang lahat at napilitang siyang ibenta ang sarili para mabuhay. Sa mga gabi ng mga halakhakan, alak, at kasalanan, naging tanyag siya bilang “Ang Babaeng May Mabentang Laman.” Ngunit sa likod ng mga halik na walang saysay, isang gabi ang nagpabago sa lahat. Ang gabi na nakilala niya si Zaniel Arthur Mercer, isang multi-billionaire na kayang bilhin ang lahat lalong-lalo na ang laman ni Sandra. Ang dapat sana’y isang gabi ng bayaran ay nauwi sa paulit-ulit na pagkikita, hanggang sa ang pagkahumaling ay nauwi sa pag-ibig. Ngunit paano mo mamahalin ang lalaking nagmula sa pamilyang nagpapatay sa buong angkan mo? Sa pagitan ng init ng katawan at pagmamahal, paghihiganti at kapatawaran, kailangang pumili ni Sandra. Ang ipaglaban ang lalaking minahal niya, o ang kaluluwang matagal nang winasak ng mga Mercer? Dahil sa mundong ginagalawan nila, walang kasiguraduhan kung alin ang mas masakit para kay Sandra: Ang maging isang prostitute na patuloy na niyuyurakan ng karamihan? O, ang mahalin ang taong may dugong nananalaytay mula sa mga taong dahilan ng kaniyang matagal nang paghihirap? Isang madilim, mainit, at mapusok na kwento ng pag-ibig, kasalanan, at pagtubos. Hanggang saan ang kaya mong isakripisyo, para sa pag-ibig na hindi mo kailanman inaasahan na darating upang mas lalo lamang na palalain ang iyong sitwasyon?

Yang paling menyakitkan di dunia ini adalah dikhianati oleh orang yang kita sayangi. Begitulah yang dirasakan Emily saat dia menerima kenyataan kalau kekasihnya telah direbut oleh Sandra, kakaknya yang selama ini selalu menjadi teman curhatnya. Dengan perasaan hancur, Emily mencoba untuk bertahan. Dia mencoba untuk tersenyum saat menyaksikan kakak dan kekasih hatinya itu duduk bersanding di pelaminan. Meski akhirnya tanpa dia sadari, luka hatinya menuntun dia untuk pergi.Langkah kaki yang hilang arah membawa Emily bertemu dengan Abian Aditya, laki-laki dingin yang menolongnya saat terlunta-lunta. Kehidupannya bersama Abian pun menjadi dunia baru bagi Emily. Abian membawanya ke dalam kehidupan sederhana yang belum pernah Emily jalani sebelumnya. Penuh liku dan cobaan yang menerpa, sanggupkah Emily bertahan dalam pelariannya? Atau dia memilih kembali pulang dan membiarkan lukanya terus berdarah?

"I'm coming for you. No matter how far you think you can run, I can assure you that you can't hide and I'm closer to you than you think." Cassandra receives this letter from her mailbox. It's the millionth time she's been receiving these threats on a regular basis and her entire life is at stake and the tragedy of her life puts not only her but her husband, Mustafa on the edge as well, as Sandra is curious as to who is planning to desperately to put her in bondage again. Who could want to put her in captivity? Could it be her ex boyfriend, Dan? No. He didn't love her. He only broke her heart and cheated on her severally so there was no way on earth that he would want her. Could it be the loan shark that enslaved her when she was nine? Or could it be her mother placing yet another risky gamble over her life?

Saat hamil tujuh bulan, suamiku, Ben Harsono, menganggap aku kotor. “Jangan sentuh aku!” Di depan pintu masuk, ia mendorongku dengan jijik. “Bau minyak dapur, menjijikkan.” Mertuaku keluar dari kamar setelah mendengar keributan. Ia pun menyerahkan semangkuk sup sarang burung yang baru direbus kepada Ben. “Sandra, kamu tidak tahu kalau Ben punya germofobia? Sudah hamil begini masih tidak bisa menjaga kebersihan?” “Ben sudah lelah bekerja, tidak bisakah kamu membuatnya lebih tenang?” Aku memandang ibu dan anak itu dengan perut yang terasa mual dan bergejolak. Saat aku berbalik, layar ponselku menyala. Sebuah foto terpampang jelas. Itu adalah asisten baru Ben, Lina. Di foto, wanita itu bersandar mesra di bahu Ben, tersenyum cerah. Latar tempatnya ... kamar tidurku.

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

For five years, I thought our marriage was solid. Then, my husband, Lionel Franco’s first love, Sandra Howard, posted a photo of a property deed on her social media. The caption read: [Thank you, Lionel, for transferring the house to me.] I stared in disbelief and left a single comment: [WTF?] Lionel called within minutes. “She’s a struggling single mother. Transferring the house to her makes it easier for her son to get into school. It doesn’t affect where we live,” he snapped. “How can you be so lacking in compassion?” In the background, I heard her muffled sobs. Half an hour later, she tagged me in another post.  This time, she flaunted her Mercedes worth over a million dollars, with the caption: [Paid in full. As the saying goes, ‘Where a man spends his money, that's where his heart is’.] I knew he bought it to soothe her temper. But this time, I had enough. I decided to divorce him.

Si Tajiana Caprice Fuentes ay sinaktan at niloko ng fiancé niyang si Jared Villaluna kasama ang ahas niyang best friend na si Sandra Samaniego sa mismong anibersayo nila kaya naman naisipan niyang maglabas ng sama ng loob sa Kaiser Club at dito niya nakilala si Giovanni Maxence Regio na nag-pa-part time bilang isang Disk Jockey sa bar na ‘yon. Nalasing si Tajiana at dinala siya ni Xence sa condo nito at dala ng kalasingan, may nangyari sa kanila. Pagkagising niya ay agad siyang umalis dahil ayaw niyang maabutang gumising ang estrangherong nakatalik niya at nakakuha ng kaniyang virginity. Everything was a pure accidental lust. Kailangan niyang kalimutan ang pangyayari na ‘yon at ibaon na lamang sa limot ngunit hindi niya ito magagawa dahil nagbunga ang isang gabing paniniig nila ng binata na sadya namang itinadhana para maging boss niya.

Prologue La nuit tombait sur la vieille demeure des Smith, drapant ses murs austères d’une ombre épaisse. Le vent murmurait entre les branches des arbres centenaires, comme s’il portait les échos d’un passé que tous avaient préféré oublier. Il y a bien des années, alors que la fortune des Smith était encore fragile, un pacte avait été scellé dans le plus grand secret. Deux patriarches, liés par une dette de sang et d’honneur, avaient échangé une promesse : un jour, leurs lignées s’uniraient par le mariage. Mais avec le temps, la prospérité des Smith avait grandi, tandis que celle des Anthony s’était effritée. Et lorsque Levy Anthony, le dernier héritier d’un nom autrefois puissant, avait hérité de ruines, les Smith avaient feint d’ignorer l’existence de cet accord. Pourtant, les mots tracés sur ce vieux parchemin n’avaient jamais perdu leur pouvoir. Dans l’ombre, une jeune femme aux yeux froids observait. Sandra, la méprisée, l’invisible. Celle qu’on avait reléguée aux marges de la famille, comme si son sang était moins noble. Elle savait ce qu’ils ignoraient : un pacte ne meurt jamais. Il sommeille, attendant son heure. Et cette heure venait de sonner. Lorsque les Anthony franchirent le seuil de la maison Smith, ce ne fut pas en suppliants, mais en créanciers. Leur présence réveilla une vérité que les Smith avaient enfouie : on ne rompt pas impunément une promesse faite aux morts. Et alors que les voix s’élevaient, que les accusations fusaient, Sandra se tenait immobile, un sourire glacé aux lèvres. Car elle, l’oubliée, allait devenir leur seul salut.