Novel & Cerita Centaura: Sandra

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

“I… five billion?” “Five billion. I always put my best offer on the table,” I said. “I’m… I’m not pretty. I mean, I have a scar,” Sandra told me. “Where?” I asked. Sandra looked around, then pushed the shoulder of her dress down just enough for me to see a pink scar on her upper chest. “That’s nothing,” I scoffed. “Certainly not enough to decrease your value or your attractiveness in my eyes.” Sandra shrugged her dress back up. “Five billion,” she muttered to herself.

Because standing there, right beside her, is the last person I want to see. And it’s not Lena, whose expression is too calm and too deliberate. But beside her — Sandy. Sandy’s smile is thin, sharp, and hungry. “Welcome back, Nova,” Lena says evenly. “I’m going with Sandra to save the man I love from the clutches of a very evil woman.”

Prevented Sandra. Aletta felt awkward because usually Sandra was always angry and emotional. If she was a little close to Fajar's body, Aletta realized she was nothing compared to Sandra, maybe even for people who didn't know her history. Aletta was considered a mistress or a woman who snatched someone's husband. But at that time, the only ones who knew were Fajar, Sandra, Aletta, and Uncle Yosef as the key witnesses.

She let out a long sigh that I could clearly hear. It’s true that I remember Cillian being there last night as well, but I didn’t think much of it. He was taking care of Erica and Karina. In fact, Karina didn’t even go home with Cillian, she’s a drinking monster. “I’m going to end this call. Tucker is calling me; he wants something. Bye, Sandra.” I heard a bit of noise before she hung up. After that, I set my phone down beside me. The laziness washed over me so strongly that I closed my eyes to rest for a moment.

Even Sebastian looked taken aback. “Step-sister?” he repeated, his voice laced with curiosity. “You never mentioned that.” Sandra shrugged nonchalantly. Her tone casual “Didn’t think it was necessary.” Morgana’s eyes darted between the two, her confusion giving way to irritation. “Wait, what’s going on here? I still don’t understand the connection,” she said. Sebastian gestured toward the woman. “Morgana, meet Sandra. Luna of the Silver Crest Pack. And Sandra, meet Morgana, Valen’s chosen mate... Well, before the arrival of Ella.”

She wears shimmering golden silk stitched through with the blazing solar sigil of the Southern Lycan Enclave, sun-bleached hair braided in tight, warrior-style rows that fall past her shoulders, a heavy brass torc humming faint at her throat with concentrated heat that pushes back the mountain chill in a visible shimmer. "High Emissary Sandra of the Sun Courts." Julian's voice stays low, dark eyes fixed on his tablet as data scrolls fast across the screen. "Serves Lord Hector, sovereign of the Southern territories directly." His jaw tightens. "She rarely travels without an execution decree or an ultimatum in hand." Sandra ascends the terrace stairs with fluid, predatory grace, four armored p

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

"So this is where you’ve been spending your nights. Playing house with your little journalist.” Elena snapped her head up, shock and fear flashing across her face. She quickly looked down again, but not before Sandra noticed it. “You remember me, right?” She asked, stepping toward her. Soren closed the door, and walked back to where he was earlier. “This is not the time, Sandra." “Oh, it’s exactly the time,” Sandra snapped, then began to walk closer to Elena, towering over her. "Look at her. Still trying to play the innocent victim. Did she tell you where she really went tonight? And who she was crying to?”