Sandra Johansson Novels & Stories

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

Just when she was about to respond, the door opened, and Alpha Ethan walked in with Jaya At first, he looked shocked to see her, but then the surprise in his eyes was replaced with a big smile. “Sandra, is this you?” He spoke in an excited tone as he walked over to where we sat. The lady, whom I believed her name was Sandra, stood to her feet and gave Ethan a hug.

Ash looked at her in confusion. " what? do you think I can bring a fifty kg rock by myself? come ya, " Maya said as Ash smiled; this was going to be the first time, he will get help from someone. " you are one of a kind huh? " Ash commented as they looked around for any heavy rocks. " what do you mean? " Maya asked balancing herself on the slippery mud. Ash held her hand as he replied, " usually girls do not like to be in this kind of situations, you know they would ask help and all, Even Azora does that, "

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Why was I smiling? “Destiny?” The voice interrupted. “I’ll be down in a while. Let me freshen up.” In minutes, I brushed and took a thorough shower, making sure to remove every trace of Alpha Theo from my body. His addictive scent. His dried semen on my thighs. **** Sandra was the name of my trainer. Even with her petite frame, her muscles weren’t something that could go unnoticed as they flexed while she warmed up. She was a brunette, someone who from the neck up looked like the softest and most feminine woman on the planet. But from the neck down, she was built like a killing machine.

I was about to give him a savage reminder of how many times his office had hung up on me when the circle of guests suddenly parted. Sandra. She didn't just walk; she glided. She was wearing a gown of blindingly white silk that made her look like an angel, even though her eyes were those of a viper. She was a celebrity, a face I’d seen on every tabloid next to Adrian’s for the last two years. Seeing her in the flesh was like looking at a perfectly polished blade. "Sterling, darling, give us a moment, would you?" Sandra’s voice was like honey over broken glass. The Senator practically tripped over himself to get out of her way.

she said as he bloomed under the glimmer of praise. “Pleasure to meet you, Sandra,” Nat said warmly. She was a popular Tv personality known for her popular show on Fox Tv. She was brown skinned with waves of russet hair. She looked like Tyra Banks. “Mutually the same” she said “What are you expecting from tonight’s event?”

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.

We were so enjoying her humiliation when one weekend Sandra flipped and the shit hit the fan. I was sat on the sofa watching some forgettable programme on British daytime TV; this time wearing a pair of stretch jersey boxers while Sandra was busying herself in the kitchen. Let me explain about Sandra; she's thirty-one, single, with a decent body and legs and she knows it, which means she always dresses to show herself off, with skirts and dresses that are all short and tight fitting, but recently I've noticed they've become even shorter and tighter, ending just a few inches below her buttocks and clinging like a second skin.

She voiced her concerns. She tried to move away from Jake, but he held her in place. “You seem to forget that you are no ordinary human Sandra. You are the eye of the gods, one of the rare creatures to ever walk the earth. Only one of your kind is born every hundred years, you are a special queen, and anyone who doubts that is nothing but a fool.” His words moved Sandra, and they brought her confidence. There was a knock on the door before she could answer, and Jake went to open. Outside stood three men and three women. Jake looked at them confused. “Yes?” the people bowed their heads.