Sander Sides Virgil Novels & Stories

Vivian’s head snapped in Sandilo’s direction to find him glaring at her. “Damn! Sandy, Can you not over-react. Veron is like my brother. I was just trying to convince him to help me…” Sandilo gave her a hard look and lifted her right off her feet and held her close to him. “Now, you can talk all you want…” Sandilo said with a smug expression. Vivian squinted her eyes and continued, “Veron… you are such a wonderful person. You are a great leader, a loving husband and you are incredibly strong too…”

Lyon's POV “Cancel? What are you saying, Mr. Sander?” She asked, and her soft voice caught my attention. “Yes, don't tell me you don't know the atrocities of your group—” I was saying, but Raphael interrupted me. “I think we should be a bit cautious, Mr. Sander; if I were you, I wouldn't be running my mouth without evidence,” Raphael said, arrogantly, like he was sure that I couldn't find evidence of his dealings, which was right.

Gio said. “And?” Vin was running out of patience. “Virgilio. Gaspare Virgilio is the connection between them both. He wants us to secure his smuggling routes, while he smuggles the dragon powder through our routes. That’s why he needs us so much right now. That’s why he always talks about the smuggling with us. That bastard is going to stab us from the back.” “That motherfucker. I am going to fucking kill him.” Vin roared and I had to steady myself so I don’t fall from his lap and kiss the floor.

blabbered Wenny Kammal more and more weakly, hopelessly, helplessly and languidly. “Arrgghhkk…!! Damn you! I’ll make you pay extremely expensively for all the evil plans you’ve tried to do to my Sumi Darling! You’ll pay vastly and dreadfully expensively for all of these!” shouted Virando again to the peak of his anger, furiousness as well as frustration.

“I know who’s behind this.” “Who?” Andrew asked as Morris turned to look across the seat, the engine accelerating to a top speed. “Silvano Vigano.” Sandra raised her hand to her cheek, feeling the sting of the impact of the man’s hand. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. How did Silvano get involved in all of this? Where was his father, not to mention Miriam and how did he know Bachmeier? “Get up bitch,” Silvano said in a deep, angry tone. Sandra forced the tears back from her eyes and stood up. Her glare was filled with anger, challenging him as he laughed at her.

“If she’s important enough to make Luca snap, then she’s important enough to be my way in… My key to tearing that bastard down.” His laughter started low, a deep rumbling in his chest, then grew louder, bolder. “You don’t mess with Sandro Vieri,”

Asmodeus I hadn’t expected my sister to be mated to a werewolf, much less one I’ve spent several weeks with. But it does explain why she was so interested in the way I smelled when I returned home a few days ago. Ysabelle whisked Gamma Silas away, while Alpha Kieran stood by, staring as if the hinge in his jaw was broken. “Are you trying to catch flies, Alpha?” I ask him. “What?” he asks, frowning.

Dante answered and I can just imagine why she would do that. “Yeah, she has a different view from King Zurig,” I sighed at the thought that he likes her. I hope Trigo marks her tonight and secure the bond with her. Hope Caroline doesn’t drag it out and string Zurig along. For some reason my eyes moved to the bar and I saw Sandy stir one of the drinks she ordered. What is she doing? “You know, Caroline and Sandy are pretty similar,” Dante made the comment that caused me to laugh at the thought. That can be the reason why Zurig likes Sandy to stay by him as his toy.

Eli snaps, his voice rising in volume despite the raw burning in his throat. “She’s a Reid,” Carver corrects him sharply. “And as long as she carries that name, she is a piece on the board. You would do well to remember which side of the table you’re sitting on, my boy. Don’t let a few weeks of playing the bodyguard make you forget what happens to people who try to switch sides in the middle of a war.” Eli stares at him, his fists clenching at his sides, the urge to rip the IV lines out of his arms and wrap his fingers around Carver’s throat nearly overwhelming him.

Distant Shadows The vineyard felt colder on the walk back. Elena’s knees still ached from the dirt, her thighs sticky with Sandro’s release, but the afterglow had curdled into something sharp and metallic. Claire. Hit. The words echoed with every step. Sandro’s hand stayed firm on her lower back, guiding her toward the villa lights, but his jaw was locked, eyes distant. He was already shifting into the man who burned bloodlines.