Sandra Brown Novel Novels & Stories

Somebody drops a binder near the sidewalk and papers go flying everywhere while their friends laugh instead of helping. Normal morning. Near the football field, two wolves from Black Creek are arguing loudly enough that I catch the scent of irritation before I even shut my car door. I sling my bag over my shoulder and head toward the yard. Sandra is impossible to miss. She's posted near the jocks like she owns the sunlight, surrounded by her usual orbit of girls who laugh too loudly at everything she says. Blonde, glossy, and engineered—hair perfect, nails perfect, makeup perfect, and of course the boobs her parents bought her for her birthday.

Immediately Belinda was done talking, the very night that Ace had an unprotected One Night Stand with a lady he met in a club, hit his memory so hard and left him totally dumbfounded. Before Belinda could say something else, he shockingly muttered the name “Rita”. To be continued

DENVER I never expected the most difficult part of my life would be choosing between two women. I stormed out of the office to clear my head because I never expected to hear those words from Sandra. She wants to fix us, and she’s nothing without me, she said. I couldn’t deny that those words went straight to my heart like a sharp spear. It burned like molten metal but felt good in a way; it felt good that Sandra was saying something good for the first time.

“It took me so long for me to try to get everyone to dislike her and now, Amelia had shown up from nowhere.“ She spoke to herself while she stared into the vanity. She let her eyes roam for a second. “Amelia wants to steal my life: she said loudly. Sandra felt she had the right to think so, considering how she was seated in a room she was meant to be given when she became the Luna of Alpha Alex’s pack. The same room Amelia had occupied and she tried so hard to push her out. Sandra had succeeded and now, she was going to lose the room for the second time. “I will not allow it!!” she yelled as she jumped to her feet. “I will not allow another woman to steal my man and the position I worked for

The centerpiece of the space was an old oak roll-top secretary’s desk, the accordion-type cover pushed up, the desktop littered with papers and Post-It notes and books with Brad’s Toshiba laptop in the middle of it all. “So this is where the magic happens, huh?” Bias said, walking further into the room. “If by ‘magic’ you mean ‘blood, sweat, and tears’, then yes, this is where it all happens.” Wandering over to the desk, Bias picked up one of the books. “Life in Colonial America,” he read. “What are all these books for?” “Research for my Roanoke novel.” “Old school research. You know, you can find a lot of information on the internet these days?”

’ No one is just a ‘just’ you know. Sandra straightened and looked into his eyes and for the first time, she noticed the color of his eyes. a sharp glassy sea color type of eyes that seemed like he is penetrating deep into your soul. And somehow that night, it shone kinder brighter. Wondering why she is just noticing for the first time, she began questioning herself on how many more things she hasn’t observed yet in her new home. Will probably take that up as an assignment tomorrow. ‘ well, there isn’t much to know about me’ Sandra said putting her head down. ‘ all I can say is, my life is not in perfect shape right now. messed up.’

Cars coasted through puddles left by an earlier drizzle, and storefront lights spilled out onto the sidewalks like amber veins. Celeste stepped out of the corner bookstore, her arms full with a new read and a warm drink. Her charm bounced softly at the end of her bag, catching a glint of neon light as she turned down the next block. She kept her head low, her pace casual. The crowd helped her disappear. That was part of why she liked it here—being no one in particular. Across the street, a black car pulled up and slowed to a stop in front of a private entrance only a few knew existed.

In Sandra's world, there is no sound of laughter or happiness, just emptiness and more silence. Somber, melancholy moods decay her soul and Sandra realised how futile it is to hope and dream and pray. Emptiness builds a home in her heart, but she found two people. Catherine and Danial who cares for her, who likes he to be around them, who actually sees her and hears her voice and there was laugh and happiness in her life. Sandra knew what she'll do. She will protect the ones that love her and if they found love and happiness between them, Sandra will support them but... for some reason, Sandra was hurt and confused.

"Are you going with us?" Gaia asked as he the door opened and Xandros got into the car with him. "It's Levi, I have to see him dead myself." He said and Gaia nodded, as the car started, getting out of Khaos. The night was unbearably long, too long. Sandra had gone to her room and Anna had been reading the first book again, but unable to concentrate. She stared outside, the moon still shining unusually red. She sighed and went back to reading the book. This time, her eyes caught something she'd never seen.

Carmen was the first person to talk about it after the news broke. The silence of the Crescent Moon fortress was a lie. To my advisors, the halls were quiet, but to me, the air was screaming. It had been days since Sara—my "Little Miss Blue Eyes"—had been ripped from the sanctuary I had promised her. Every hour that passed felt like a serrated blade drawing across my skin, a slow, agonizing flaying of my sanity.