Frank Sandra Novels & Stories

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

Sandro preferred seeing them terrified because they'd think twice about wanting to betray him. Francis stood to his feet, and Sandro glowered his eyes. "Are you about to betray me as well?" "No!" He shouted. "I happen to have information I believe to be useful." Sandro grunted. "Speak." Francis nodded hastily and cleared his throat. "Here." He extended the manila envelope with him towards Sandro. "I saw this in the mailbox, and I did some research." Sandro snatched the envelope and skimmed through it. His eyes narrowed, and he gritted his teeth. "Paolo Salvatore,"

this time, Sandra couldn’t control the tears that filled her eyes and spilled over for the very first time. “Sandra… honey, calm down” Florence gasped out. Visha and Solomon looked on in confusion as they started tearing up also. “No!” Sandra yelled. “I want to see IK! I want-” “Love” Sandra froze in place as that voice that she knew so well beckoned. The voice that belonged to only one person. “IK!” Visha and Solomon squealed as they ran in one direction.

They were in a dangerous situation, and he was still unbothered. Francesca sized him up with her eyes. "That question should be coming from me. Who the fuck are you?" She questioned, with a snarl. Sandra wriggled out of his arms. "he is doctor Stefan," she replied, massaging the nape of her neck. "oh, I see. You've succeeded in ruining Troy's life -" How did she know about that? "-and now, you're on to the next." "Shut it." Sandra slammed her words. "You don't come into my house, and act all bossy. I need you to leave."

Sandra raised a brow at me when she heard my words as though that was the funniest joke of the year. "Keep on dreaming,snow white."She said in arrogance.I could tell that she was damn sure that no one could defeat their pack. Sandra was different from Fernando.They are both arrogant and think that no one could defeat them.Well, let's see about it…

Dear Brian, I am writing this letter to you to let you know that I will be coming back as soon as I can. So sorry about what I had done to Millie. But I was angry. Yous see, I loved your familyand you. I hav done so much for you and your family and then when you were incarcerated I waited for you. But then you bring in this little brat who takes my place? I hated her since day one and wanted her gone. Just so you should know that you better sleep with one eye open cause I am coming back sir. See you soon. Sincerely,

I said, and he looked away from me for a second. “The pack doctor did everything that she could. But he had a heart attack and she couldn’t save him. I am so sorry for your loss.” He said, his voice above a whisper as he spoke. I shook my head, refusing to believe that what he was saying was true, and he took a deep breath. He opened his mouth to speak when Alpha Stefano’s scent filled my nostrils. He walked inside the infirmary, his eyes wide with rage before he grabbed my arm just as Alpha Cosimo reached him.

He tightens his legs until there is a loud cracking sound of Gunther's neck breaking. Gunther suddenly stops fidgeting as his body lies lifeless before Brandon. "You will never touch my sister or any other girl ever again, you disgusting pig. Mark my words, you and all your generation are doomed. I'll make sure your lineage becomes extinct for the rest of time. Fucking pig." Brandon says as he kicks Gunther's body, spitting at him, and then scooches back toward the poll as he takes in a much-needed breath.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

Nolan: “You know, she is a good, you know, around at least in front of the pack members, she managed to do something that is good.” Alessandro said, walking out to the veranda where I stood watching the preparation around the pack, watching as they readied themselves for what was to come.