Frank Sandra Novels & Stories

she asked curiously "No Grandma, she's not?" Fernandez said as he wiped his mouth and took a sip of water. "But why, isn't she beautiful enough?" she asked looking perplexed "She is a gold digger, a betrayal and a cheap whore" he spat and his Grandmother's eyes widened "What? Prostituta? buscador de oro?, that is not good for my Grandson" she said and Fernandez shrugged "But how soon am I meeting this other person? I want to see you get married and bear me a great-grandchild now that I'm still strong and my bones are not weak" she asked

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

“Three…” Blood ran down Leo’s chin, mixing with his saliva, pooling at his collar. “You talk now,” Sandro said, “or I’ll make a necklace out of the rest.” Leo trembled, chest heaving, but still… that damned smile returned. “I already told you—I don’t regret it.” Sandro exhaled slowly. “You know what I hate most?” he whispered. “Men who think they’re untouchable.” He stood and opened the jar of writhing insects. Inside were soldier termites and a black scorpion, its tail twitching with venom.

I was sure my aura right now was pure predator, dangerous as hell. The bar was calm at this hour, and while I took my first sip, I spoke while watching our reflections in the glass wall lined with expensive bottles. “Hope you got my gift,” I said, my voice sharp as steel. “Sanchez... was that you? I thought it was Alpha Bianchi...” He paused, realizing I’d been involved. His surprised look vanished fast, replaced by a controlled expression. “I had nothing to do with that. He acted on his own,” he answered in the same low, tight voice.

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.

the leader of the ruffians hissed. They were paid to scare her home, such a rebellious daughter of the Sinclair family. Sandra humphed and turned to Miles, “can you beat them up?” she asked. “Mmm…” Miles mused, “I will pay you” Sandra shouted excitedly. The punks folded their arms, and watched the two of them like clowns, “How much?” Miles's eyes lit up, he needed money the most. “Twenty dollars, I don't have much with me”

So does my back. A shape blocks the light. My eyes adjust, and I convulse back. I don't recognize the man as he smiles, exhibiting the long protruding canines from his mouth as he places his hands on the car frame. He cocks his deeply scarred face, jagged lines that worsen as his smile broadens. "Hello Andrea."

So it wasn't right for him to think about someone else's girlfriend. The next morning, he went to his office and Carmen told him that the CEO of Safari company was waiting for him inside the office. Philip nodded and walked inside, closing the door behind him. "Good morning, Mr. Frank." He greeted with a faint smile. "Yes, Mr. Philip. You asked for a brief meeting," Frank said in an indifferent tone. He was in his forties with grey hair and a handsome face. He had this deep male voice and brown eyes. Everything about him told that he had enough attitude and potential to be a great leader of any company.

Sandra's frown deepen " Shut the f*ck up. You've said that close to 30 times you idiot" "Have i?" She asked dreamingly and Jasmine facepalm her self "C'mon sand" Jasmine said knowingly "Call me sand one more time and I'll make sure you never smile again" she said sternly "Now this is the sandra i'm talking about" Jasmine rolled eyes at her and she ( sandra) suddenly gasp "What's wrong?" "Its f*cking late. Why didn't you tell me" she shouted

Sandra ate a shrimp and explained, "I actually think that the entertainment industry isn't that bad. I simply have to focus on doing my job and refuse any underhanded dealings. "If I can become famous, that's great. If not, so be it." Sandra was not driven by grand ambitions. She simply wanted to do the things she loved. "Okay." Micah watched as Sandra licked her fingers and lips. Suddenly, he felt his throat tighten and struggled to breathe. He found himself reminiscing about the taste of her soft, plump lips. They were irresistible. Sandra noticed he was staring at her intently. She smiled coyly and deliberately licked her lips.