Frank Sandra Novels & Stories

Sandra encouraged, while releasing the neighbor who left the mat humiliated. "Where did you find these crazy women, Rafael? And this cocky kid?" The neighbor stopped in front of Rafael. "Oh, I love crazy women. But Little Renata is a police officer and Sandra is personal security. As for the kid, he's my dream son-in-law." Rafael smiled. "So Robert, did you like the combat area?"

“I know her.” Alex and Jeremy pause mid-chew, both turning to me. “Isn’t she the influencer who swore to have nothing to do with the Ford Company during that major tech campaign last year?” Sandra hums, scratching her head nervously. “Yes.” My brows draw together. “The same one Sir Alex Sr. has been trying to get on board for years?” She nods slowly. “Yes.” “So why the sudden change?” “She—” Sandra pauses, pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh.

I tell Brady. He turns to look at me when I say this. Dru, Carl, and he are standing around watching things get set up. Carl helps just cause he is huge and is extra muscle. I tell them what I saw a few minutes ago. Brady just rolls his eyes. He may have tried to hide it, but I saw the small smile on his face. “The right woman can change a man,” Carl grunts out.

He laughed and sit in front of my desk, he laced his fingers and crossed his legs casually. "Some of the babies had been harassing me. Shocking, with these handsome features I know. I should've known better. Just tell Charlie and Darla to back off a little okay, oh... and what's his name, Harold? yes, also Harold. He seemed to think I'm all for one and one for all kind of guy." He explained his issues, making me laugh at him. Francois is our professional photographer. He had been making our girls and boys personal portfolio photos for years now. He's the best. He could make all the photos look so sinful, and made them looked so innocent and sophisticated at the same time.

Carmina bit her lower lips after saying that. “Evidences?” Sandra frowned. Carmina nodded, “Your recorded voice saying nasty things about him..” Sandra was suddenly got confused. She couldn't remember any events that she talked nasty stuffs to anyone in particular. She was a very blunt person who confront anyone if she was displeased. And she was never the type to say bad stuffs with anyone because it was only a waste of time.

Also, take a gander at the understudies standing. "OK, I definitely realize who truly Owns it." "Sandra, come here!" order of Mr. Reyes. "What?!" Sandra asked in shock, and she took a gander at Amy who grinned at her. "Accompany the Principal's Office." Mr. Reyes and she just complied. Arosh then inhaled a murmur of alleviation, as it demonstrated that the job was not hers. Fanky unexpectedly moved toward her. "So presently. Sandra is the con artist!" Fanky said noisily.

Sandy considered the question before answering, "I don't know. Maybe two or three times at the most. Why?" Ignoring the question, Aphrodite asked, "So, you are confident that you would know the president of Coastline Multimedia if you saw him? Can you describe him for us?" Somewhat confused by the questions, Sandy glanced at Lana before answering, "He's a big white guy, probably close to seven feet tall..." "Go on," Aphrodite coaxed. "What else?" Shrugging, Sandy said, "He's in good shape and not bad looking I suppose. He has short blonde hair and I don't recall his eye color. I wouldn't mistake him for someone else if that's what these questions are about."

And focused on a woman in an emerald green dress rose from a front-row seat. Blonde. She was gorgeous…simply breathtaking. Her fingers were pressed over her mouth, eyes already shining. "My girlfriend Sandra Sinclair." Frank's voice filled the space again, "Thank you for being so amazing and proving that indeed all a man needs is a strong woman beside him to conquer the world. I love you baby…and tonight, I really hope you can give me the honor of making what's between us a forever journey." Frank walked down from the podium toward her. He got on his knees.

Francesco stepped out, hands full of bags, striding over. "Speak of the devil, and he appears." Adriana ignored him, turning instead to tend the barbecue grill. "Sandra, let me help." "It's almost ready—just sit." Sandra put down the tongs and greeted Francesco warmly. "The moment you walk in, the room feels instantly more upscale." "Next time, I'll bring a photo so you can display it at home, Sandra," Francesco said casually, setting down the bags and sliding naturally onto the bench beside Adriana. He held his hand near the stove to warm it. "Agreed. Next time, bring a photo of you and Adriana together."

Definitely not in my usual playbook. Then I saw him. Some guy stepped into Luca’s path, calling his name like they were old buddies. Something about him rubbed me the wrong way. He had this aura, the kind that screamed bully. I glanced at Luca. His entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His jaw locked, his muscles tensed, and his eyes darkened with something lethal. Who the hell is this guy? Luca called him Sandro. Sandro sneered. And then… Did he just call me one of Luca’s hoes?