Leon X Sandy Novels & Stories

she said playfully then ended the call immediately. A burst of laughter reverberated inside the office as Bammie couldn't contain it anymore whilst clutching her stomach. Sandra was chuckling as well as she strode on the cabinet and retrieved her favorite champagne and two flute glasses, placing it on the center table as she set herself on the couch beside Bammie. "I've never thought Phoenix is a short tempered person. I honestly thought you'll lose it since you've been a fan of his since his debut," Bammie stated as she filled the glass with champagne.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

Leon did not mention Sandra at all. Instead, everything he said seemed to be a direct hit against her. Sandra’s eyes widened in disbelief. North… The woman in Leon’s photo on Twitter was North! Leon had even said that this was the design he was most happy with in recent years. That meant that North was not wearing a fake. Instead, it was a gown that had been carefully prepared. And what had Sandra just done? Sandra’s face turned ashen as she shook her head in fear.

My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and bridled. Before mounting, Alexandro turned to me again, his expression more serious than before. "This won’t be easy, Serena," he said quietly. "You will see things that will haunt you. Blood. Death. War is not glorious. It’s ugly. It’s cruel." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you are not weak," he said. "You are not fragile. You are stronger than you know. You wouldn’t be standing here if you weren’t."

Dirman only responded to a short W******p message from his beloved wife with an emoticon, a smile. However, his wife, Lusi, replied only with the same emoticon. Dirman focused on driving, even though the beautiful woman sitting beside him was still fast asleep. Dirman had no intention to wake the beautiful woman, Rini until Dirman drove up to her house.

There's something either very wrong with you, or there's something very wrong with you,'" Sunny giggled. "I'd go with both," I went along. "Six is going to have a field day with this," Cash chuckled, "speaking of which where is he?" I asked. " You know who he is?" Westley asked. "Nope! I've heard of him, and I heard him fire the gun shots," I replied. "Oh yeah, thay! He's busy with something, but he should be in later. Has anyone seen Brittany?" Cash asked. "She called in sick today," Sunny replied. "You know this, how?" I asked her.

he murmured back, before pulling her into a deep, passionate kiss. The first time Lex saw Sande was at the company’s Christmas party. She had been dazzling, like something out of a dream, but when he noticed her hanging around Adella, his interest faded. He couldn’t stand Adella and assumed Sande was just as insufferable. The second time he saw her was at the Veritas Hotel's Presidential suite. Lex had just stepped out of the elevator when he heard a shout of pain followed by the sound of a body crashing into the coffee table. The man on the floor had been the CEO of one of Midas’s subsidiaries, and the person who had sent him flying? Sande.

He commands but his dad just raises his hand. "Forget the Pack leadership Jaxon." His father who has been silent says. "Make things right with her and I'll hand the leadership to you." He adds. "And as for this bitch you call your chosen mate, just tell her to get back to her senses and dress up and leave this Pack House because I don't want to see her anywhere around here!" He orders. "But dad, you haven't even gotten to know her!" Jaxon complains. "Sandra is a tycoon's daughter from the Crimson Moon Pack and I am deeply in love with her!"

I nod subtly, my mind racing for a plan. "You see," Sandra continues, her smile widening, "Leah has a bomb strapped to her chest. A delicate pressure, and boom." My heart clenches, but I refuse to show fear. "You won't get away with this." Sandra's laughter rings out, the sound a chilling symphony. "You're in no position to make threats, Xavier. But I'm feeling generous. I'll give you a choice. Walk away, leave your empire behind, and maybe, just maybe, I'll spare all these lives. Or try to be a hero, and watch as your world crumbles, starting with your precious wife."

Richard friend named Leonard, and Sandra moves closer to Leonard, “who is that girl?“ Leonard asked, “She is my friend” Sandra retorted, “how can I see her?“ Leonard, “I like her, she is suitable for me” Leonard, “when I set my eyes on her, I find it difficult to concentrate,” Leonard says, “remove your mind because she will turn you down,” Sandra says, “but you have someone,” Sandra says, “You mean Bella?“ Leonard, “Yes” Sandra says, “She has expired, she has been with me for more than two years,” Leonard says,