Frank Sandra Novels & Stories

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.

Kendrox’s head jerked to the side, yet when he lifted it again, he laughed—low, bitter, mocking. “Fuck you, man,” Fire growled, his voice thick with rage and pain before storming out, dragging Scylla with him. Sage lingered only a heartbeat longer, eyes hollow, then followed. Inside his office, Sandro sat behind a desk littered with ashtrays, the bitter haze of smoke wrapping around him like a shroud. His hands trembled slightly as he brought another cigarette to his lips. His eyes were bloodshot, puffy from a night without sleep, but there was no softness left in him—only the red heat of fury caged beneath his ribs.

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.

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

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

“Oh, gosh… Sandra, stop talking!” The two influencers’ expressions changed drastically as they hurriedly tried to stop Sandra. But Sandra had forgotten where she actually stood. She kept on talking, “Oh, North. You’re doomed now. Just get down on your knees and beg me for mercy. Maybe I can throw in some nice words for you. I’m—” Her phone rang and interrupted her. North crossed her arms and enjoyed the fun. Impatient, Sandra did not want to answer her phone. But it was her agent, and she was afraid of missing any news. “Hello, Ms. Sabrina…”

"And I brought you a girl." Sandra's expression turned incredulous. "Really? Do you think the men who walk in here would be interested in your...?" She glared at me in disgust. "I don't want her here. Take her and have your pity party somewhere else while you think of other ways to pay me back. Maybe I should tell Alessio." Uncle Freddy's eyes widened in fear. "No, please, Sandra. She can sing. Like a bird, she is just shy." Sandra raised an eyebrow. "A mute girl can sing? What fairy tale are you living in? This is why I hate offering help to bastards like you at my club."