Sandra Johansson Novels & Stories

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.

Sandra fancied herself to be every lady's fantasy, but certainly not the one in front of her. "Of course, I'm Sandra Williams." "Have you ever repaired a laptop?" "Certainly not." Gabriella gently swung her hair to the side. "Alright, don't ever tell me how to perform my work again." Sandra was dumbfounded, so she returned to her previous spot. After a while, Gabriella prompted Javier to enter his password, and the laptop was fully operational. Regardless, Gabriella was irritated that she had dressed up for Javier now that his insufferable fianceé was here. She sent Javier a lethal glance.

Still looked like he was seeing a ghost. Sandra laughed. "I'm Sandra. John's ex. And the mother of his child." She touched her small baby bump. Everything stopped. The world stopped spinning. My heart stopped beating. "What?" I whispered. "John didn't tell you?" Sandra looked surprised. "We hooked up in Hawaii a few months ago. And well. Here we are." I looked at John. Waiting for him to say she was lying. Waiting for him to laugh and say this was some sick joke.

She snatched it up, snapping into the receiver, "What? I'm busy!" "Jordyn, stop snarling and listen," Victor Hale’s voice crackled from the other end. "The Vision Clash list just leaked. The High Council confirmed it. Sandra is coming." Jordyn froze, her anger instantly replaced by a sharp, jagged excitement. "Sandra? The Ghost of Majestic Ego? The one who designed the armor for the Great Alpha War?" "The same. She’s the chief judge. No one has seen her face in three years, but she’s showing up tonight to oversee the Crowne contract."

" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life... What the fuck was happening.. who was messing with me???

he commented that earned a grin from her. She shook her head, while Sebastian looked away the moment his boss revealed Sandra's status in life. It's not a secret to everyone though. All people in South Korea knew who really Sandra is. Despite having the title of the most beautiful woman in South Korea, Sandra Park was also known as the only daughter and the heiress of Thomas Mendez, the CEO and founder of the leading agency Crown Entertainment. She works at their agency as a model when she was fifteen, but her father decided to assign her as PR Director of their company when she finally reached the right age. As a good and obedient daughter as she was, Sandra declined all the huge modeling p

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

I offered my hand but she was furious "You bought her here? Why is she not dead?" clearly this woman knew who I was "Just calm down, I'll explain everything" Mali went on to explain what had happened, I also learnt that not only was this woman Mali's lover, but she was also princess Leah, daughter of King Jonah, apparently she disliked her father, she disliked the decisions he made but watching her hearing her I was sure that it was true