Sanditon Novels & Stories

‘Partnership offer with Peterson Estate. I know that has always been Mr. Sanford’s goal. That has been in talks for years. To expand Sanford Properties Inc. into a larger group of companies. And I know he’s long been eyeing on Peterson Estate. Which is part of the reason why I understand why he dated Miss Annika. Alright, that sounded real judgy! But… yeah, I’m just judgemental like that. “Yes,” Sir Troy nodded. “Peterson Estate would make a great partnership with Sanford Properties. Both our companies—“

Maybe at one point in his life, Noah longed to have a normal family, to have his mother and his father by his side as they lull him to sleep every night. Which Hade is guessing did not happen at the Langston household, because the only one that is nice enough to call him for dinner, is his Uncle Finch. "Lord Hade, a letter for you." It was at this point of reminiscing when Hade was snapped back to reality. A servant was in front of him handing him an envelope. "Who's it from?" Hade asked as he reached for the small, silver envelope. "A certain Mr. Langston, milord."

E repeti: - Já dissemos, ninguém aqui está interessado nos teus serviços. Finalmente ela se recompôs e então limpou o batom com as costas da mão. Sander aproveitou o momento e informou-a mais uma vez: - Viemos cá somente para conversar consigo. Sander ajudou-a a sentar-se em cima da cama. - Eu também não estava interessada em mostrar meus serviços para nenhum de vocês, muito menos para ti com esse bigode - confessou ela então, apontando o dedo para Sander.

A son of a NY well-known billionaire cried when he see her and now that she finally has the time and space to process all the news, she felt like her eyes are finally wide open. She marches back to the house and slams open the door. Walking to the well-lit room, Selena's brow furrowed down and ready to give him hell but here was Sandro, lying on a L shape couch and stretching his feet comfortably while sipping on his whisky. He had a change of clothes and taken a shower. His perfume was strong and compliments his rugged Italian look well and his wet wavy hair made him too irresistible. The black silk pyjama pants he wore made his legs look ridiculously big and long but the thing that made Se

"Why didn't you make 150 million? See, re you sulking? Oh, man." "Shut your ass up, Cali." He scolded his friend sharply. Denver stopped walking when he saw Sandra's secretary. And then he approached her. When Faith noticed Ma'am Sandra's husband. How can she not recognize and know that he is her hudband even if he is not with Madame Sandra, he is famous because he is the only child of Mr. and Mrs. Ybarra of Ybarra Construction Company. "Good evening, Sir Ybarra." She greeted him politely.

Throwing my purse across the phone, I fall on the couch as I wait for a reply, my feet beating against the floor. This is a fucking joke! Did I run from my friends in enthusiasm and eagerness to meet the man, only to turn out with nothing? My phone chimes in a signal of a new text and I furrow my brows as my eyes skim over the words. SINCLAIR: You look beautiful, Little Greene. ME: Where are you? You aren't here? The text is instant and I move to my feet as my eyes scan across the room before lowering to the phone.

"You’re late." "Ran into some traffic leaving the city," Nathan replied, walking around to grab the bags. "Roy, this is Sandy Hilton. Sandy, this is Roy." Sandy smiled shyly, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s a pleasure to meet you, Roy. This place is... incredible." Roy’s gaze traveled slowly from her face down to her sandals and back up again. It wasn't a quick glance; it was a deliberate assessment. "The pleasure is mine, Sandy. You’re exactly as Nathan described. Maybe a bit more... delicate."

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

The woman merely shrugged before walking awsy. “Yes. Once the goods get in, you will be the first to pick,” Sandro said to his new prospect, a minister who needed a 36 caliber for a hit on his opposing party who stood as a threat to his second tenure. He looked over, watching for Lilith to make an appearance. She has been gone for a while now and his mind was no longer at rest. “Excuse me.” He informed the minister, already walking in the direction of the restroom. Lilith appeared then, a huge smile plastered on her face. She got to him and smiled broadly.

She clutched her phone tighter in her small evening bag as Sandro shrugged off his tuxedo jacket, the fabric whispering against the leather sofa as he tossed it aside. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Sandro,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “Who the hell is Valentina to you, really?” He paused near the wet bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid caught the low light. “An old associate. Nothing more.”