Roman Sanders Novels & Stories

If it's Alex today, it will be Aron tomorrow. "Just make sure no one doubts us," Ron told Xavier, that was a partner in crime in everything. Indeed, money makes a person pure evil. Ron has no conscience at all. He cares about money and status alone. If it means hurting his daughter in this process, he doesn't mind. ****** Sandy Williams entered the church and smirked at the arrangements. "Is he enjoying himself without me? I am back, and he should pay back," Sandy mumbled as he sat in the front row with the only motive to get noticed by Alex and Rose especially.

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

I peeked through the opening. The amber-eyed man stood with his back to me, dressed entirely in black. Across from him was another man, roughly his age, equally intimidating, his arms folded across his chest. For the first time, the deep voice had a name. Sandro. His name is Sandro. Is he the same Alessandro I heard stories about? No, it can’t be. "So don't stand there pretending nothing happened, Sandro." The other guy continued. Sandro didn't even blink. "She wasn't safe at Raven."

"Did you not get an answer from Mr. Sanders about his wife, Tam?" Tamara shrugged. "I'm telling you, let's not even talk about Ms. Miller, okay? Mr. Sanders loves and adores that woman. I can see it in his eyes when I say her name." Tamara then sighed. "I just feel sorry for Mr. Sanders. It's like he's lost his passion for life. He's neglected so many things since he met Shienna Miller." "Tamara, you're coming with me to meet Jun at L'Restaurante. Organize everything, including reservations. I want to get everything in order and be able to finish my business with that asshole!" Bryan's sudden appearance interrupted some of the staff's chatter.

Even though Eden Joy was wealthy, it did not belong solely to Zeke and his son! They were only two of the top-level executives. After coming up with an idea, Zeke looked toward the old man wearing a robe next to him. He looked like a sorcerer with long hair. “Master Sandford, I’m afraid that we will need you to take the trouble on this.” Master Sandford said with a calm expression, “Sure, just prepare the money.” Master Sandford was a pre-celestial fighter who was exceptionally well-trained in fighting. He was commissioned by Eden Joy to kill quite a number of people, and he had never failed his missions.

I said to him. Mr Sanders was my father’s lawyer. Initially he was my Uncle’s friend but they fell out at a point though. I don't know the reason but I know Mr Sanders is an honest man and I trust him enough to tell him about the fake marriage contract. “Will you introduce the beautiful lady to me?” He said looking at Stacy. “My bad, I’m sorry please. this Stacy and Staey this is Mr Sanders my lawyer.” I introduced them to each other. “Nice meeting you Stacy, I’m Sanders Savage but everyone calls me Sanders,” he said.

I tell her. She grabs my face to make me look at her. She has lost her mind. I can’t help her. She might be my cousin and best friend but I am not model material. “They canceled because Mr. Rockstar wants you to act as his girlfriend in Crazy’s new video.” She explains.

The figure of a man in a dark brown leather jacket came with a small smile. "Sorry for making you wait so long, I'm having a hard time getting this data." "Fast!" Amanda ordered without further ado. Normally, the guest would be welcome to order a drink or snack as an appetizer, but not Amanda's type to do that. She only wants the work of Sandro, the agent she hired. “This…” Sandro handed some documents to his employer. He is actually a free agent that Mr. Robertson often used, his work rate could be more than ten digits for important missions.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

"At least, you can make it minimal, can't you, Sandy?" Sandy grinned, "Of course. Don't worry, Lana." He said on a reassuring tone, "I'll make the story so smooth people might not even know I'm talking about the Romero Empire." "Thanks Sandy. " Lana said with relief, "I'm counting on you. I do hope, it won't be any trouble."