Sandra Johansson Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

Sandra walked over to Wilson and held his arm intimately before sizing up Serenity, Jackson and Yanny. "This is Jackson Valor and his girlfriend, Serenity Lewis," Wilson introduced them to Sandra.

Sandra asked “Oh, they are with their father, Hannah’s husband, “ Arianna said and Hannah rolled her eyes. “Food is ready, you should go upstairs and change then come downstairs for dinner,” Sandra said and they both nodded before walking upstairs to their room. “I didn’t know Sandra could speak Spanish,” Hannah said “She’s from Venezuela, she speaks it a lot. She just barely speaks it since she came to Atlanta because the people here seem to only understand English” she said and Hannah muttered “Oh”

You cant be serious" Sandra said holding her towel more firmly "Of course i am serious dear friend, i understand you couldn't bath well because of the accident but i jasmine volunteer to help you bath" "No..no.. I will do the bathing myself" Sandra said quickly "No, i volunteer" jasmine insisted and drag her towel down, revealing her b**bs "Wow, they're pretty small compared to mine" she grin staring at sandra's b**bs "go away womanwhore" sandra shouted and entered the bath tub completely Jasmine chuckled at her friend's childishness

As soon as he got there, he pushed it open and was about to say something but froze as he realized who it was. Sandra stood there, dressed in a tight red dress, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury. “Sandra?” Soren said, surprised. “What are you doing here?” “I heard what happened,” she replied, stepping past him into the suite without waiting for an invitation. Her gaze suddenly landed on Elena who's still kneeling on the floor. Sandra smiled, her eyes gleaming with delight as she glanced back at Soren. "So this is where you’ve been spending your nights. Playing house with your little journalist.”

"Who is she?" With a choked voice, Sandra asks. Sandra is his long-time rumored girlfriend. Her heart and dreams were shattered. She dreamed that Marco will love her back, and that's why she continuously tolerate him being a womanizer. She is his rumored girlfriend but she was never invited by him to his unit inside the Nimbus Productions building. And now, he is very intimate with this unknown woman. Is she a new talent? or a model? Is she that beautiful and sexy? The woman is facing the door, that's why Sandra doesn't have a chance to see her face.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

“Nah, she hasn’t done any of that hocus pocus stuff.” He goes on to explain that she was in the pack house when Sarah burned herself on a skillet. Normally for a wolf it wouldn’t have been anything serious, but Sarah is still little, she is only six and doesn’t have her wolf yet. She doesn’t have the ability to heal like the rest of us do. She had blister that formed on her palm, and she was inconsolable. Hannah asked Uncle Bob if she could try and he said she could. She took Laura to the couch and sat her in her lap. He said that she looked like she was just sitting there rocking her and talking to her consoling her until she calmed down, and fell asleep.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

They had their hoods up, but as soon as one of the women walked up to Kai, they all let them down to show their faces. I gasp when I realise who these women are; The Volkov Witches. Ebony skinned and blue-eyed, beautiful in every way. I look at the one standing next to Kai, and I am stunned at what I see; this witch had white, smokey eyes similar to the one I saw in my vision. She had an intricate red crescent moon tattoo beneath her eye as well. Was she the leader? She takes the hand in which Kai was holding the torch and signs over it while whispering before Kai walks to light the pyre. They all have their arms aloft while chanting something in which I could only assume was Russian.