Roman Sanders Novels & Stories

Ryder’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Not Jenny? I saw you with her last night. You were doing it inside your car.” Rocco only smirked wider. “Come on, dude. Were you peeking at us while we were doing that? Was I great?” he said confidently. This time, Ryder smirked too. “Nope. Jenny screamed louder when I was the one with her.” Ryder Sandford was the biggest playboy on campus. He treated girls like toys, something to use for fun. He preferred relationships with no strings attached. A casual arrangement was enough for him.

We have our rooms, our offices, everything we need, but under strict conditions. My boots thud softly against the polished floor as I hum a tune under my breath, trying to distract myself. But the sound of muffled crying stops me in my tracks. I freeze. No way. That can’t be Ryder. Ryder doesn’t cry. He’s the strongest man I know. Hell, the guy didn’t shed a single tear when his neck was nearly ripped open during training, he stood stoic, unshaken. But now… I step closer to his door, straining to hear, and the sound of broken sobs grows louder.

Smiling and waving at guests as he walked by, Nicholas Sanders kept up his fake modesty to the very hilt. He was raging within, his hope of making the Sanders family be intimate with the Stone family was his lifelong aim and he was not about to see it dashed away, he would achieve it by crook or nook.

Sasha, please come back to me! A knock on the door ended my mental torture and pacing. “Hello, Miss Kallan, I’m Dr. Sanders. I’ll be taking over Sasha’s case.” He put out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Sanders,” I said, shaking his offered hand with a smile. He was a good-looking man, probably in his mid-thirties, approximately five feet, ten inches tall with dark skin, brown eyes, black hair, and a clean-cut beard.

Later on, he passed his duty to his one and only living son. Juan Rivera Sanders is a well-known public figure. Back when he wasn't in politics yet, he has proven a lot in business, economy, and now, he's establishing his career in politics. As expected, a lot of people are expecting from him as the future president of the country. He is hailed as the epitome of perfection—a reason why he's blinded by the false truth he can win. Sure, he has a high rating but that doesn't guarantee him a hundred percent win, especially a danger on the loose.

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."

He growled, his heart thumping in his ears, blood rushing wildly in his veins as he glared at Luca. "Do you think she would be happy to see you like this?" Hunter snarled at him. This was a needed confrontation among them. Rasmus had fled away when Sarah was brutally snatched from their lives by the moon Goddess. The three of them were the closest to her. They were hurting and they needed to comfort each other but instead, they all fell apart. Rasmus's molars grind and his wolf surged forward in rage, he charged at Hunter and they both went rolling on the rugged floor trying to land a punch at each other's face.

This time Zeus' attention was on Sandra, waiting for her approval, she wanted to have that ten-minute conversation with Grayson and she shook her head maybe, she just realized her actions that she was being too dramatic and unreasonable. "No, I think we should have the ten minutes talk," she said finally "My name is Grayson, I am twenty-two, the gamma of Forest pack, nice to meet you Sandra, I wish you a safe drive home," he said pain flashing his eyes. "I said I am giving you ten minutes but if you don't want it, I wouldn't..." "I want it..." He said suddenly interrupting her, it was at that point that we realized that Grayson's hand had been outstretched to her all this time and Sandra for

Another SUV was obliterated. I glanced at him. “I don’t do business with amateurs.” Sandro chuckled, shaking his head. “Now you’re just showing off.” I pulled the trigger one last time. Boom. The final SUV exploded into a fiery wreck. A beat of silence. Then Sandro exhaled, looking at the destruction with something like admiration. “Yeah,” he muttered. “You’re definitely not a regular billionaire.” I tossed the launcher onto the seat, jaw tight. “Never said I was.”

I know how it would help Sandy to decide—not only for herself but also for Rhane. Rhane also came from a painful heartbreak, and if Sandy is the reason for him to be totally healed, then I will give them all the support that I can. "Thank you, Raven. Though we are not yet at that point, at least I know that you aren't against me."