Frank Sandra Novels & Stories

Vanilla bean perfume floods my senses, leaving me greedy for more. “Watch them.” My voice is gentle, but it’s not a request. Her attention flicks to the writhing bodies around us—fucking, sweating, getting off. Hunter—a fellow billionaire and, if I had such things, a friend—catches Sandra’s gaze. He grips the back of a girl’s head, shoving his cock deep into her throat. A choked sound escapes the woman as Sandra shivers in my arms, eyes locked on them. “Who is she?” Wrong question. She should be asking who he is. Hunter isn’t a man to be trifled with, and the way he’s looking at her tells me she’s not safe from his desires.

Sandra answered without batting an eye. Rose enjoyed Sandra's company. She looks at her and gives her a sincere smile on her face. Sandra was obviously mixed race due to her features and thanks to their discussion earlier. Sandra had told Rose a bit about herself. Her father was a Korean man and her mother was an American citizen but they both fell in love when her mother visited Korea. She met Sandra's father at one of his restaurants when she went out to eat with her friends, from there they started dating and ended up marrying each other.

Sandro muttered with displeasure. Asher was not expecting anything different from Bryan's sister either. "Well, now you have to make her talk. Use your charm" Asher pointed out. Sandro owns a few restaurants in town. He is not from a reputed family, but he is well off on his own. "Man, if you are not one of my best buddies, I wouldn't done this. I prefer to spend time with anyone but this one. She is vicious" he shuddered. He was once a victim of Bianca's elaborate plans. He almost lost his life for her fun. But the fact that she didn't show even a shred of guilt got to him.

my voice cracked—“he’s still out there. He might come again.” For a long moment, Sandra said nothing. Her face was blank, but I could see the storm in her eyes. Then suddenly, she slammed her hand against the seat, making me jump. “That bastard!” she shouted. “How dare he lay a hand on you? How dare he even think of it?!” Her anger was like fire filling the car. Even the driver kept his eyes glued to the road, afraid to breathe too loudly. “You should have finished him long ago,” Sandra continued, her voice shaking with fury. “And now he dares to touch you? No—no, Anna. I will not forgive him. He will regret ever stepping into our world again.”

But Sandara was different. No matter how hard he tried to understand her, he couldn’t predict what was going on inside her head. He couldn’t even anticipate her next move. And then, to his shock, Sandara suddenly lifted her shirt and tossed it onto the floor, leaving only her bra on top. It didn’t help that she was directly facing the CCTV camera. “Fucking hell, Sandara,” Kleinder cursed, his gaze darkening as he stared at the screen. He knew he should look away now. But because of Sandara’s beautiful figure, he completely forgot how to think straight.

Sandro spoke with a grin that made Abe laugh. “Who the hell are you going on about now?” “Oh, the redhead you have working for you? I got eyes everywhere, Abe. I’m not just rich. I’m scary rich and I see things that I want to see.” “Weird flex. You know who tried to kill you yet?” Sandro flinched. “Ouch. You’re breaking my heart, Abe.” “Says the guy who sleep his way in college until you met Selena. Putting that aside, have you? Did you check out if your dad was responsible?”

I think I got my point across. When I walked out, I noticed a group had formed in the front yard. Sandra was walking towards them fiercely. "What's the problem here?" she asked, loudly, not fearing the group of strong men who had gathered. I was proud of her not being afraid, but nervous that she wasn't being more cautious. I would need to talk to her about that. When Jackson turned toward her, I saw his face soften for a moment before it hardened again. I walked quickly towards the group. "Why would you let him stay here?" I heard his voice before I saw his face. One of the city men, standing there, looked straight at me. "Jackson is an asset to our brothers." I said sternly, not enjoying b

After that, exactly when Gip didn't expect it, he opened his mouth as wide as he could! "F*** YYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" That extremely loud yell that almost broke the mind spell casted by Eithan and burst the eardrums of everybody in the room was not merely a very crisply said profanity, but an unconventional skill Sandro had bought for fun. Paul was as equally shocked hence his grip momentarily loosen. Before he knew it, Sandro had already bolted away together with the unconscious madwoman.

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

Sandra spoke directly, but Philip’s expression showed no changes. “I’m here to look for someone.” “That person must be me,” Sandra said with a confident smile. The waiter served the drinks at this time. He dared not glance at Sandra as if he was afraid of losing control. Philip picked up his drink and took a sip. “I'm looking for a man named Toro. If you know him, please contact him.” “Toro? Of course, I know him,” Sandra said smugly. She thought Philip was a rich kid of some family and wanted Toro to do something.