Sandra Brown Novel Novels & Stories

When someone bumped into me, I barely flinched. “I’m so sorry. Excuse me,” the stranger said. That single accident shattered what was left of my composure. I collapsed on the sidewalk, covering my face with trembling hands. My sobs tore through the quiet night. I wanted to scream at the universe for letting me love them, for letting me trust. But no scream could drown the ache in my chest. I needed something stronger. Something to numb me. And then I saw it. A bar across the street. My salvation.

His forehead leans on mine, eyes shut tight. “Tell me,” he says, the words a rough whisper against my lips. “All of it. Who you are. Where you came from. No more shadows.” So I do. Shoulders brush as we perch there, staring into the flames. Firelight flickers when I start talking about Sandra. The bridge comes up next, then how icy the river felt, one book looping in my head before everything went dark. Waking happens slow - wrong skin, wrong name, knowing every step ahead leads to blood and lies. Four empty years pass between us now, time spent seeing each twist arrive like someone chained down, waiting.

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

I pulled one free and settled onto the rug in my small meditation corner. The familiar scent of old paper rose as I opened it. Our bloodline has always carried unusual gifts. The words were written in my mother’s careful script. Some subtle. Some dangerous. Some misunderstood. I traced the edge of the page lightly with my finger. “Sounds about right,” I murmured. Outside the small window the campus had grown quiet as evening settled over Rosewood. I read for another hour before finally closing the book. The whispers still echoed faintly in my mind. But they felt… farther away now.

Then I hit delete, and delete, and delete, until every photo, voice note and message she'd ever sent me was gone from the phone like it had never happened at all. I then walked to the safe under my desk, threw the phone in and locked it inside like that would be enough to lock away everything else with it. And long after that, I stood there in the dark of my own apartment and made a promise to the empty withewashed walls. I was never setting foot in America again. Not for her. …….. SANDRA'S POV

However, what handled it was only ragged and bloodied cloth, it was on the ground and smelled of blood, yet the Sandjinn stared at it, then unexpectedly, it went through severe anguish in its back, it staggered for a bit, but the pain became more and more drastic, it went through quickly on its back, so the beast attempted to shake it off, but to no avail, the further it moved, the more the pain amplified. Anna used her cloth as a means to lure the Sandjinn, then she climbed a high tree and waited for the beast, even without the cloth, they could track her, but her cloth was full of blood, so their attention would probably be focused on the cloth because of the strong scent. Suddenly her vie

Eli would sneak peeks at the driving area from time to time, she knows Nik can hear them. "And then the horde is where I'm being chased by a horde of monsters, except they look really human in my eyes. Like they were mutated or some sort. And then the dark side is where I am in a dark and cold woods, and in my head, I am looking for someone, I just don't know who. No matter how much I search the woods, I can't seem to find the person I am looking for. And then there's the beach, which I haven't really figured out yet, cause I was just standing there, doing nothing."

“I don’t know, but you know your situation better than I do. Bad luck never leaves you alone, so it’s better to be cautious. The drug is getting into your body through food or drink. It’s a must. Like you faced before. Don’t trust anyone easily, Charlotte. I’m warning you.” Sandra’s tone is serious. Charlotte nods helplessly. Not long ago, she started gaining weight uncontrollably. It leads to an unspeakable university life where she couldn’t make friends. Because of her exceptional performance in design, a few people start hanging around her, just to use her. She knows it but allows it because she is happy to have people she can call friends. In the end, they don’t hesitate to humiliate and

Hurrying down the hallway I paused on hearing a sensual female laugh from the throne room. Could it be Vivian? Hope sparked in my chest and I quietly headed to the entrance. I paused on the threshold as I beheld a beautiful female. Her pearl white skin matched to Damion’s and I instantly knew she was a vampire. Her brown waved hair seemed to be dampened by a deathly tint while her eyes gleamed like dark pools of chocolate glinting with unknown knowledge. Justin stood to the side stiff and a slight frown to his face. Eric seemed inclined to have the female walk all over him and this castle as she trailed a hand along his forearm.

I found myself staring, unable to look away, a sense of familiarity stirring within me, a name on the tip of my tongue that I couldn't quite grasp. Her blonde hair, the color of spun sunshine, cascaded around her shoulders, framing a face of exquisite beauty. Her fair skin possessed a natural, healthy glow, a delicate blush already coloring her cheeks, making any additional makeup entirely unnecessary. She was strikingly beautiful, almost impossibly perfect. A wave of involuntary admiration washed over me. "Hi, I'm Tyra Sandoval," I replied, my own introduction feeling clumsy and inadequate in comparison to her confident greeting. Throughout the remainder of the meeting, I found myself compl