Sanditon Novels & Stories

My hand froze. "What?" "I was leaving to study abroad. Mercenia. I wanted to settle things before I went." "Settle what?" I asked. "My feelings." Yvonne smiled sadly. "But he said no. You're the only one for him, now and forever. That's what he said." My hand was starting to shake. "What?" Yvonne asked, "The full video is in the flash drive. Are you sure you won't watch it?"

“What about that one? It doesn’t even look like a diamond.” “That one is sixty thousand,” she says evenly. “Sixty thousand?!” Adam practically yells, his voice echoing off the pristine walls. “For what? It doesn’t even sparkle like the others!” “It’s a different cut, sir. All our rings are high-quality pieces.” Adam huffs, muttering something under his breath about everything in this damned hotel being overpriced. He straightens and leans closer to the counter, his frustration clear. “Which one of these rings isn’t going to bankrupt me?”

How Aunty Patty found her is still a mystery to me and I don't want to think about it. "Here in Sandys, Money trumps self-respect," Maeve tells me as we stop in front of a house. I should marvel at the beauty of the place but I don't, I only keep up a blank look. I follow Maeve inside. Madam Sandy is on a large sofa, a cigarette stuck in her mouth. She turns to face us and her eyes land on me. She puffs out a smoke and smiles. "You are beautiful," she says. I don't agree but I say nothing.

“And so what? I know Mr. Konstantin Morozov is late, and I know you loved your husband so much, but that doesn’t mean you don’t have to look good. You have to look good for yourself, and who knows, maybe someone else might be out there too.” Sandra smiled, her eyes bright again. “Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go get dressed.” They both laughed softly, rising from their seats. As Donatella helped Sandra to her feet, a faint peace washed over her — fleeting, fragile, but real. For now, the chaos could wait. PUERTO VALLARTA, MEXICO (LA MANO ROJAS EMPIRE)

The plates touched the sink just as Julian laid down his glass with soft thud. "I'm sure I asked a question?" His eyes locked in with her figure, she felt the sting from it and the monster in him awakened. The Sandersons lived in a huge mansion. Huge enough that each compartment seemed like a little mansion of its own... With a large living room, kitchen, bedroom, closet, bathroom, even a little storage area. And right in their own compartment, her back crashed hard against the dining table. Screaming meant death. She bit back the pain. Hot tears filled her eyes.

I take my time heading downstairs, knowing that she’ll be happily buried in her phone for however long I take. Once I’m downstairs, a deep voice pulls me out of my melancholy trance. My heart skips a beat when I silently peer around the corner and see Mr. Mancini talking on his phone by the window. He’s thrown his suit jacket over the side of the couch and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his white dress shirt. He’s also rolled up his sleeves, giving me an amazing view of his toned, tanned forearms.

“in someone’s bed to make me feel all warm and fuzzy. Something Von refused to give me today because he needs to babysit.” Sandy looks scandalized while Von’s face is contorted of anger. Why? Does he not want me fucking other guys? I walked to the door. “Oh hi Sandy! I heard about your latest foundation for stray dogs and cats. How’s it going?” I faked a smile. Sandy returned the pleasantries and smiled to me. “It’s running great. You can drop by anytime Jill. I’ll tour you around,” she offered. “Great! I love that! I’ll call you one day if I want to, would that be okay to you?”

she told him. "And you can call me Sebastiáno. And may I confess that you look extremely beautiful tonight Silvana" he confessed. Silvana pretended to blush, "oh thank you Sebastiáno" she said in a coquettish voice. Carolina had heard enough of the flirting. "I need to go get a drink" she told her father and then she left before he could say anything. She took a drink from a waiter and sipped the drink as she stood in a dark corner. Everybody who was connected to the mafia was here in the Ferrante mansion tonight.

“Miss Kingsley! Miss Kingsley! Is that the Harrington sapphire engagement ring?!” There it was. Sandra smiled and raised her left hand for the press to see and take pictures of. I just gave them a cheeky wink. The press continued to shout questions, but I escorted Sandra into the restaurant before she or I could answer any of them. We hadn’t yet gotten our stories straight. “I suppose we should invent some whirlwind romance,” Sandra said after the waiter finished getting us settled at our table. “Love at first sight?” I suggested. “It would have to be. I’ve been in town less than a week,” Sandra replied, picking up her menu.

I say, even though I haven’t the slightest clue what I’m going to do about said *situation*. The rest of the drive is silent. I fall asleep in the car and my body jerks awake instinctively as soon as the car stops. “We’re here.” He called it a cabin but it’s bigger than half the houses in the city. It’s beautiful, inside and out. I look around in amazement as we step in. “Make yourself comfortable,” he says. But it might be difficult since everything looks so perfect and neat that I feel like I shouldn’t even be in here.