Centaura: Sandra Novels & Stories

Sandara was drunk and kept shouting when she reached Nathaniel's cabin, "Hey after you almost taken my body, you will just do this to me. Come on let's continue what was supposed to happen." Kristina saw how Nathaniel's face became pale and before Nathaniel ended his call to her, Sandara snatched his mobile phone and looked who Nathaniel is talking to. Nathaniel froze as Sandara took his phone and started to say something to Kristina. "Hey, who are you?" Sandara shouted at her over the phone. Kristina was shocked. Who is this woman? Although she seemed to be drunk, she is really a beauty.

With a disdainful look, she said, "She's the Ms. Larissa I was talking about!" Meanwhile, Sandra had a mix of emotions on her face, such as hatred, anger, disappointment, and most of all, hopelessness! She was utterly hopeless! Was the Walter family really going to get ruined by Barbara? Just as she was in so much pain that she was considering isolating herself once again, she felt a delicate hand on her shoulders. Sandra turned her head in surprise. Larissa said, "You can ask the people here whether they acknowledge the land deeds or you."

Damon had looked at Zara. Zara had looked at their daughter. “Sandy,” Zara had said. “Sandy,” Isla Sandra had confirmed. Completely certain. Marcus had pressed his lips together. Damon had looked at the table. At the name Sandra sitting in his daughter’s mouth like something she’d found and decided was hers. “Sandy,” he’d said. Quietly. “Yes,” she’d said. He’d nodded. “Okay,” he’d said. Marcus had looked at the ceiling for a long moment.

She had taken over his duties while he and his mates were going through their mating period. Alessandra is of Mexican origin, as are many of Diego’s pack. She is tall for a she-wolf, standing at just over six feet. Her black hair is long, falling below her waist and her bronze skin glowed whenever she stood in the sunlight. Alessandra, call me “Sandra,” has large brown eyes and full lips. She is muscular, but lithe, her build similar to Charlie’s. When working, she is no-nonsense, straight-forward, and cunning. When on her free time, she is hilarious. She reminds me a lot of Karamea and Goddess help us when these two get together. They both love pranks and are witty as hell. I can o

Finrod nodded. The king reached for her hand, kneeled in front of her and kissed her hand, “What is your name?” “My name’s Ellaine.” “Please bless my kingdom, Lady Ellaine.” He really believed her to be some kind of godsend savior. She stood there, motionless. She didn’t know what to do yet the king was still kneeling in front of her. She glanced at Margarette who motioned for her to lay her hands on the king’s head. And she did. “King Erfand, mighty ruler of the centaurs, the Virsathen is in high spirits. I bless you so that your kingdom may continue to prosper and fortify.”

The way she clutched it, you’d think it held her soul. When she finally turned, our eyes locked, and recognition struck. Sandra. The same porcelain viper from Celeste’s wedding, the one who had insulted Tessa and dragged me into a verbal spar I hadn’t forgotten. “Is that not Sandra?” I asked under my breath. Tessa’s eyes narrowed. “Yes. A Montclaire. French roots. Polished, elegant…” “With a taste for manipulation,” I finished smoothly. We chuckled, low and conspiratorial, though the tension hummed beneath. Because if Sandra was here, it meant tonight was about to get interesting.

Perhaps she was wondering if her husband had frequently brought other women home, given his playboy reputation and frequent changes of partners. "Never, Miss Ghea," Sandra replied confidently, shaking her head. "Really?" This time, Sandra nodded. "Really. So far, Mr. Randy has never brought a woman home. The only woman who has been here is Ms. Celina, his cousin." Ghea looked surprised. She threw a scrutinizing look, trying to delve into Sandra's black eyes to find any hint of dishonesty. However, after careful observation, her new assistant seemed serious and honest in her words.

Sandra explained cunningly, flashing a smug smile. Tim leaned in and kissed her. “Hmm, this is why I chose you. Your mind is brilliant!” They immediately started planning the scheme. Charles and Brandon would assist in abducting Amelia and carry out the plan Sandra had laid out. AT THE ALCANTARA MANSION “Mommy! Can I talk to you?” Sandra asked sweetly, trying to charm Veronica. “What’s it about, dear?” the older woman replied. “I’ve been thinking, Mommy. I feel bad for the baby if he’s born and Arnaldo and I aren’t married yet.”

"That's enough Sandra. I think you've proved your point enough. Leave now" Sandra barked at him and then faced Amelia again, "You're no match for me and yet you want to be a Luna. You think you have what It takes to govern the people when you can't even shift forms. I'll show you what it takes to be a Luna right here" She advanced, attempting to bite Amelia's legs when Amelia pushed her back. "Take one step near me again and I promise, I won't hold back" Everyone seemed surprised. Amelia knew who she was up against. Sandra was not just the child who had come from a long line of beta wolves for nothing, she had fights in her genes, yet Amelia had pushed her back.

"Who is she?" With a choked voice, Sandra asks. Sandra is his long-time rumored girlfriend. Her heart and dreams were shattered. She dreamed that Marco will love her back, and that's why she continuously tolerate him being a womanizer. She is his rumored girlfriend but she was never invited by him to his unit inside the Nimbus Productions building. And now, he is very intimate with this unknown woman. Is she a new talent? or a model? Is she that beautiful and sexy? The woman is facing the door, that's why Sandra doesn't have a chance to see her face.