Frank Sandra Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry baby, I just needed to ship these out or I would be in deep shit with the American mafia He sighed and I walked around his desk and placed my hands on his chest, stroking my hands along, which made his breathing hitch. "It's fine; I just wish you'd let me help you," I smirked and played with the buttons on his shirt before he snaked his hand up to my neck and squeezed it. "Sandra" He warned. "I won't hesitate to bend you over my desk and fuck you so hard you that pass out," His hand is still attached to my neck.

He rushed to the other side and entered. “Well, you can start speaking. I don't have all day, you know.” I frowned and turned my face to the other side. At first, there was silence for a few minutes until I heard him clear his throat. “Like I said earlier, I came to my senses after Mia talked to me and then I realized that what I did was wrong. It's just that…as a fellow business man like Sandro, I…I know him quite well…okay, maybe not quite well but still, he is very known in this field that he doesn’t play fair. Sandro plays tricks and dirt all the time. He is a monster. He is a mysterious fellow and because of this mystery of his, we can hardly get to know him well. I don't feel too good

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

"Why didn't you make 150 million? See, re you sulking? Oh, man." "Shut your ass up, Cali." He scolded his friend sharply. Denver stopped walking when he saw Sandra's secretary. And then he approached her. When Faith noticed Ma'am Sandra's husband. How can she not recognize and know that he is her hudband even if he is not with Madame Sandra, he is famous because he is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Ybarra of Ybarra Construction Company. "Good evening, Sir Ybarra." She greeted him politely.

Farhan said laughing crisply. "No, no no no you don't have to do that...We are fine with Zainal, a young master needn't bother doing that to us!" Said Sandro refused politely, he also feels uncomfortable with a man whose life is abundant and who works as the head of a large company. Sandro was wary of the handsome man from the middle east, even though Farhan was a good person and promised to help them, but Sandro was uncomfortable, because Farhan spread too much charm in front of women, including his women.

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

- Não foi Bruno quem me disse para te procurar, foi a minha mãe e graças ao Sander. - O que estás a dizer? – perguntou meu pai. - Sander é especial, ele consegue tocar o interior das pessoas, consegue ver os nossos segredos mais profundos – respondi. - Tens a noção de que estás a falar de um menino psicopata, que atentou contra a vida de várias pessoas inclusive dos próprios pais, e que cometeu vários crimes? Ele é um assassino a sangue-frio, ele podia ter-te matado, sabias disso? – perguntou meu pai.

Plus, I was always good at reading the end of the story before the book began. "Mr. Scarpa?" She called and I turned back to face her as we both stood at the door. She was looking at me. I traced her eyes to my cufflink. "Mrs. Rossi?" I called with the gentleness of my voice that I never knew I could fucking come up with. She looked tense. "T-that cufflink... I-it..." Did she recognise it?! There's no way she'd know it. It's a heirloom. Only those who knows the Scarpa for who they are—original mafias after the Cosa Nostra, could recognize it.

60 MARCUS GLOBAL VENTURES*** Sandra strolled into Marcus Global Ventures after leaving Ruiz Royal Estate at the end of the day. “Hello, ma’am. Welcome to Marcus Global Ventures. How may we assist you?” the receptionist asked politely. “I’d like to see Mr. Rafael,” Sandra replied, confidently adjusting her posture. “Do you have an appointment?” the receptionist asked, her smile faltering as she glanced at Sandra with disapproval. Sandra rolled her eyes. “Just call him. Tell him it’s Sandra Rivera.”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.