Sandra Cisneros Novels & Stories

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

"Finally. You are all reunited here at Western Eagle, as if it were where“Finally. You are all reunited here at Western Eagle, as if it were where it all started, right?” “That is so, Miss Aguirre. I can’t believe it.. I thought El Sandra couldn’t come. So, I’m surprised that she’s here.” I pretended to be surprised and turned to El Sandra. She unfolded her arms and proudly walked down the steps.. She flicked her straight, long brown hair, as if she’s one of those shampoo commercial models. Of course, she just had her hair straightened.

"Na...u-unawaan namin kung gaano kahirap ito para sa inyo at kay Oriana, at lubos kaming humihingi ng tawad. Kaso lang... umaasa kaming mapapatawad ninyo siya. Tunay siyang nagsisisi—" "Oh, wala akong nakikita ni katiting na pagsisisi," singit ni Sandra nang mariin. "Inaakala ba ninyong maniniwala akong nagsisisi siya kung ni hindi man lang siya dumaan kahapon para humingi ng tawad sa pinakamamahal kong anak? Umiiyak siya nang todo dahil sa pagtataksil na dinala niya sa buhay niya. Pero kayo at ang anak ninyo, tila kontento lang na hintayin itong matapos at magpatuloy na parang walang nangyari. Hindi ko nakikita ang sinseridad ng pamilya ninyo dahil hindi naman namin ipinahinto ang kasal."

Julia leaned forward immediately. Sandra smiled confidently. She thrieved on attention. Of course. Of course...my father had tossed me aside like I wasn't important. Javier’s gaze briefly met mine. But he said nothing. Neither did I. Sandra suddenly became very interested. "Nice to meet you. I'm Sandra Gomez. I hope we get to know more about each other." Sandra said . "Likewise." He replied, politely. " We don't have to be formal with each other." Sandra said to Javier, her tone suddenly softer, almost rehearsed.

Sandra stood up and went to sit on the couch in her office, then dialed a number on her phone. Yes, she was calling a publishing house; they would even be very happy to be the first to publish Anita's story. "Hello. This is Sandra Warren. I have a very juicy offer for you. I have an exclusive I want to give to you about Anita Fredrick, and trust me, it's very mouth-watering news." She smiled. "And what do you want in return?" The voice asked from the other end. Sandra smirked. "Nothing; I just want the story published and made viral." She said, "Meet me at the Redbird restaurant in twenty minutes."

Nico's eyes popped out and confusion plastered on his face when he heard my response. It seemed as though he couldn't believe what he had just heard.Well,I couldn't believe it either when I learned that Sandra came from Fernando's kingdom and she's the beta's daughter. It made sense why she thought that the world revolves around her.It was because she came from one of the biggest and strongest packs from the north. “Sandra?How?I mean,how is she related to Lakeside pack and to Fernando?”Nico asked countless questions and became even more confused.I wiped tears from my eyes and tried so hard to calm down.

Even so, even though they only cared about him, he still couldn't understand. SANDRA De Luna. A not-so-famous florist with famous boutique. Also a Fashion Designer. She was riding in her BMW while an earpiece was placed in her ear. With a speed of 80 Kilometers Per Hour, she manages to stay calm and speaking with a client. "Sure, Mrs. Ybarra." She answered. She said she wanted to order flowers for a big occasion. And she wants to meet Sandra. "Tomorrow then, Madame. Thank you, Madame."

"As for me... I've moved on. I'm married. And I'm pregnant." Without another word, she turned and walked away. Behind the glass, Brad's face completely shattered. "No... NO!" Next, I went to see Hazel. She met my gaze with a startling, hollow calm. "If I had another chance, I would win," she said. "Just wait, Carmen. I'll be reborn soon, and I'll find you." Even after living through all of this, she was still so foolish. Foolish enough to believe the universe would simply hand her another try.

Sandra replied. "You saved our lives," Em said. "Opened that exit. Shot those guards. Held your position so we could escape. You're a hero." Sandra looked away. "I'm not a hero," she said quietly. "I'm just tired of people dying." Carmen stitched the wound. Bandaged it. "You need rest," Carmen said. "Real rest. Not just a few hours." "I'll rest when this is over," Sandra replied. She tried to stand. Winced in pain.

“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)