Sandra Brown Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 15 CLAIRE’S POV I got back from work exhausted like always. Before leaving the house in the morning Sandra had told me that we were running short of groceries and I don’t like lack grocery. So I went to shop for more beverage on my way back from work. “Sandra, I am home.” “Sandstone please one over here and help me carry some of all this inside” I said as I walked in She didn’t answer me so I went inside with my hand full with the beverage I bought. I didn’t see her on the couch in the sitting room like I always do.

Her eyes then landed on Jay, who was standing casually just behind her and saw his sly grin that she knew was only meant bad news. She has a number of people she can call friends, but she knew immediately who he was pertaining to because she's the only person they were trying to recruit for their schemes against her and Sebastian. And it's none other than Carmina. Just by thinking that the woman had been caught again by her father, Sandra couldn't help but pursed her lips and balled her hands into fists. “Are you still not interested?” asked Jay. Sandra turned her back on him again as she was thinking carefully. She was seriously contemplating whether to go with him or not because it might b

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.

"You must be famished. Your eyes still look exhausted, love. You should take more rest, and I will get some food for you." Sandra got out of bed. Her moves were flawless. Slow and elegant. She was moving so freely around my room as if she had been in here so many times before. After she closed the door behind her, the dizziness and nauseating feeling came back. I felt I was going to lose consciousness once again, but I struggled hard to connect my mind to Weston before darkness consumed my head again. [Weston] panted, a cold sweat forming on my forehead. [What’s happening? Who is that woman? ]

Instead of shaking my hand, Sandra gave me an accusing glare as she demanded, “So, what? You think you can flirt with my boyfriend, and I’d be fine with it?” I scoffed at the brown-haired, green-eyed, curvy girl before saying, “Nathan’s Dad is like a father to me, Sandra; it’d be too weird for me to start flirting with him.” “Oh, bullshit. White girls like you always try to get with Native American men.” Sandra sneered. “I’m Irish, Sandra, and don’t ever lump me in with white girls like you again.” I scoffed. “Bullshit, if you were Irish, you’d have red hair, green eyes, and be pale as fuck.” Sandra spat.

The soft warmth of early spring sunlight crept across my skin. Somewhere down the hall, the familiar scent of my mother's Sunday cooking drifted through the cracks of memory. That meal—eggs, herbs, smoked potatoes—always meant safety. Outside, the birds sang like nothing had ever gone wrong, their chirps blending with the wind threading its way through the old trees. I could almost hear my mother calling me—soft at first, then fading, slipping away like everything else. Next to me, Keli sat, watching me with those steady, amber eyes. He was the only soul left in my life, my stubborn, greedy dog, who never let me wake up alone. That morning was no different—except everything had changed. Ever

Sandra had intentionally left the mansion early to stop by the condo—she couldn’t wait to be with Tim. Mia stayed in the coffee shop with Noah, who was in his stroller. The setup was fine with Mia as long as Sandra and Tim kept paying her well. She took a seat in a quiet corner of the shop while Noah slept peacefully. Busy on her phone, Mia ordered some food and waited in the relatively quiet coffee shop. Meanwhile, Sandra hurried upstairs to the condo. In the elevator, she adjusted her appearance, making sure her cleavage was more prominent and her skirt looked even shorter.

Sandra's pov I took the modeling world by storm. The first thing I did was create an active social media page with regular posts and updates. My content ranged from beauty tips to relationship advice. And my most viral video that had over 7 million views across platforms was the one where I told people about what happened in my previous relationship. Unmost of my videos that were usually polished and well thought through I was drunk and just grabbed my phone out of my purse, I took the video and told everyone about my love story…how my ex-husband slept with someone who was also close to me.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

This is a short introduction to all the essential Characters who are you going to read in this book further. Their looks will be discussed in the further chapters of the Novel. Enjoy reading, I hope you like it!! Sarah Brown - A 24-year-old woman who is jobless. She is the daughter of a rich woman Hannah Brown. She is very polite and of jolly nature but gets irritated or angry too easily. Emma Miller - A 24-year-old woman who is the president of the company The Ambition. A polite woman but hates her life.