Mirror Image Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

It wasn't long before I had the first few bites that Mirian showed up. “Hey,” I rose from the chair, relieved that I could finally talk to a living being. A vibrant, slim and gorgeous woman in her mid-thirties was just behind her, wearing a charming smile before extending her arm towards me. “Good morning, Mrs Valez, I'm here for your measurements. Please call me Sandra,” Mrs Valez? I laughed out nervously, unable to handle the right twists the morning brought “Y-you're mistaken, Sandra. I'm Miss Monroe,” I cleared my throat.

“My god, Vee, you never told us she was this hilarious.” My eyes settle on the woman that stood at the doorway. Her voice was familiar. Then it hit me. It was the woman that caused my second jump from the window. “Hello Roxanne. My name is Sandra.” She says as she watches me with a twinkle in her eyes. She is a foot shorter than I am. And with dark framed glasses, I can’t tell what colours her eyes are. But I instantly feel under dressed, her hair was in a pretty bun on top of her head and mine was a crazy bird's nest. And I probably reek of alcohol.

Brian asked with a wider smile, momentarily forgetting that Sandra was present. "He's just helping me with Mama in making cookies," Nadine replied. "I'm so eager to taste your homemade cookies. Alright, I'll see you later. Love u," Brian ended the call after saying goodbye. Sandra froze, the question she was about to ask had just been answered directly. She didn't expect a glimmer of hope to enter her heart so suddenly, only to be extinguished again. However, she quickly regained her composure when she saw the engagement ring on her finger. She had to hold on to her determination that Brian was just a part of her past, one she would remember fondly and forgive for all the wrongs. This was ho

Holy fuck, how do you remember all of that and in the right order? I chuckle. There’s a mnemonic. Oh, oh, oh, to touch and feel a girl’s vagina. Oh heaven! Sandra snorts her drink and laughs out loud. She luckily missed the nail tech, but her white robe is a casualty of her Cranberry Sangria. “Holy shit! Why am I not surprised that doctor’s are horny little perverts?” she cries as the nail tech dabs at the robe and the rest of the people in the room stare at us questioningly.

Dan regrets ever coming in contact with Mirabel although she has not always been like that, she use to be a lovely girl until she started mingling with her newfound friends. Mirabel, now happy achieving her goal, smiled as she stepped out from the hall, she moved elegantly taking her step one at a time, she is a beauty to look upon, with her long blond curly hair, a good set of white teeth, and a beautiful smile. Apart from her crazy nature, she is a beauty every man will love to be with. She walked majestically and took a turn to look back at Dan Still looking lost with no clue of what to do next. As she was stepping out she met Sandra who was about to go inside the hall because she hasn't

Yondu seized the opportunity and asked, "Mr. Elysian, can we bring two more people with us?" Alex nodded graciously, "Of course." He agreed readily, but the girl was a bit confused. She asked Alex, "Mr. Elysian, what about me?" Alex spoke indifferently, "Sawyer, help Designer Brown get a cab." Angela Brown was about to refuse when Candice spoke up, "I'll take a taxi. It just so happens that I need to buy something." Hearing this, Angela's face brightened, but before she could say anything, Alex interjected, "Sawyer?"

Micah could not help but wonder if she was truly a woman. Why wasn't she shy or reserved? Sandra was bolder than any man. Micah gulped nervously before saying, "That's one way to put it. But don't you feel like you're at a disadvantage by letting me see your body?" "If you think I'm at a disadvantage, why don't you show me yours? That way, we'll be even." Sandra then beckoned with her finger. "Come here. Let's shower together." At that moment, Micah felt that Sandra was up to no good, like a witch from a fairy tale.

Both Chloe and Devina laughed with an evil grin Meanwhile, Sandra who was looking at Chloe and Devina through her bedroom's magic mirror closed the magic mirror scene and said to herself "So my daughters-in-law think they can fool me and make me sleep from some potion. I am Sandra. No one can fool me. I guess it is time to teach them some lesson"

** At night « Tyler's mansion ** "My gawd! It feels so good and easy to read with your aid, it helps to explain each topic over again to me. I can't believe I have covered more than five topics and got them stuck in my brain within thirty minutes. You're a genius babe!" Sandra squinted as she embraced me in a tight hug and broke it after a few seconds. I decided to help her with reading, since she is too lazy on her own. I just had to explain each topic over to her and, being an attentive listener, she was able to grab everything.

I took a long sip of my drink, letting the alcohol numb the sting of jealousy. “I can’t believe you’re letting her get away with this, Mira,” Sandra pressed, her lips curving into a sly smile. “You’re Mirabel Hart. You shouldn’t be in her shadow.” As if I needed reminding. “What do you suggest I do?” I asked, my tone sharper than intended. Sandra’s smile widened. “Oh, I’ve got an idea...” The plan was simple, ridiculous, and wickedly satisfying: drug my assistant, stage an affair with some random guy, and call the press. By the time morning came, her career would be in ruins, and I’d have my spotlight back.