Centaura: Sandra Novels & Stories

“... am no longer the twenty-year-old girl who was blinded by love.” Sandra remained silent. She seemed to weigh Velia's words. “I'm sorry, I have to go.” Sandra still did not say anything. She just watched Velia leave and waited. Once she was sure the woman had truly left, she immediately reached for her phone to call someone. “When will you get rid of that cursed woman?!” *

Immediately Belinda was done talking, the very night that Ace had an unprotected One Night Stand with a lady he met in a club, hit his memory so hard and left him totally dumbfounded. Before Belinda could say something else, he shockingly muttered the name “Rita”. To be continued

proudly. "—Anissa Griffin, Vanguard!" Nissa stepped forward to claim her medal. She's a graduating senior, and this year is her last Ringshooter season. I'm gonna miss her a lot. I hope we get new players next year who is as great and determined as she is. She's one of the best Ringshooters I know. Plus, she felt like a big sister to me. I miss Yula. "—Juniper McKeiry, Rearguard!"

She suddenly said and I creased my brows. "Who the heck are you talking about?!" "Another Alpha wants Sandra more badly than you do and he sent me to pull you guys apart so he can have Sandra. I have done that so he has taken her already," Patricia suddenly revealed and I grew more tensed and curious. "What nonsense are you talking about!? What have you done?" "She is with Alpha Alexander," she suddenly said and I went mute as my eyes widened. "What!!!" TBC

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

—they separated immediately. — No — Luciana said and she approached her friend whom she hugged very tightly. — I'm sorry — she said sincerely. —Do not worry honey. We can go now, everything is ready, now we have to agree with the wedding designer and start planning my wedding for two months. —Irina said very happily. Luciana was happy for her friend, they walked together and Luciana apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Guiachetti, who told her to be calm, that nothing had happened. When they were going to get each couple into the car, Saúl stopped Santiago and took them away from the girls who were They looked like parrots.

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.

I’m done. Mrs. Grant opened her mouth to say more, but Sandra’s face stopped her. That look. The look of a woman who had been broken and rebuilt herself with her own hands. The room went quiet again. Only Daniel’s soft hiccups filled the air. Then a sound cut through the silence. Her phone. It buzzed Sandra glanced at the screen. The name lit up her heart before she could stop it. Ryan. She ignored the call. The first time. Let it ring. Let it die, she whispered to her self

The Lucien that this cold armour kept locking away, but it was all too soon before like always, the cold armour locked him away again. “Let's go.” I followed him side by side while I felt Carter's gaze heavy on my back. Perhaps, someone other than Lucien hated me and my presence as much as Lucien himself did. Regardless, this seemed more like a test than a request to make an impression, and not in any way did I plan to lose. “Hello, beautiful people,” Sandra greeted us with her usual charm, red lipstick and contagious smile. “I almost thought you'd change your mind and ask me to bring it home to her,” she eyes Lucien in surprise.

The piano hadn't been dusted. His favorite tea hadn't been prepared. Dinner hadn't been arranged. The house still looked luxurious. Yet somehow... It no longer felt like home. --- Across the city... Celeste sat beside the window of a moving taxi. The skyline gradually faded behind her. Her phone vibrated. Sandra. "Where are you?" Sandra asked the moment the call connected. "I left." "You... actually left?" "Yes." There was a long silence. Then Sandra sighed. "I've waited three years to hear you say that."