Sandra Song Novels & Stories

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.

"Ok. But before I go on, I have a question. Can I ask?" "Yea, go on." "Where is Sandra now?" "Sandra is happily married to Chris now and both are expecting a baby soon." "Wow, I guess Chris has a connection with our Chris for him to be able to calm him." "Yea, both are tight buddies. Now, can you complete yours?"

They were shocked and furious after they heard that, be it Selina, Sandra, or Ronny. Those scumbags were asking too much to make Sandra drink with him. Sandra was a female disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, a famous and authentic sect. How would others perceive her if she were to drink with a ruthless pirate of the Sacron Ocean? Sandra's face flushed even more. She fixed her gaze at Coleman with cold eyes that could bore a hole in him. 'That b*stard! He wanted to frisk me previously, and he almost ruined my reputation. Now he wants me to accompany him to drink. I'm from a famous and authentic sect. Why should I suffer such humiliation?' she thought.

“Yes, I know Lovey, but IK still needs to be treated in the hospital so he’ll be completely fine. You understand that, right?” Sandra’s face was hooded once more, looking blank. Florence wondered what she might be thinking or feeling. It had been so long since she heard Sandra sing. It was what Sandra was known for. She sang through anything, even composed new songs while doing house chores without premeditating it. Everyone felt she would turn out to be a very famous singer, one to be reckoned with… “Where would we stay?” Sandra suddenly asked. “Let us stay with Aunty Naomi” Visha added with a glow in her eyes.

“Oh, gosh… Sandra, stop talking!” The two influencers’ expressions changed drastically as they hurriedly tried to stop Sandra. But Sandra had forgotten where she actually stood. She kept on talking, “Oh, North. You’re doomed now. Just get down on your knees and beg me for mercy. Maybe I can throw in some nice words for you. I’m—” Her phone rang and interrupted her. North crossed her arms and enjoyed the fun. Impatient, Sandra did not want to answer her phone. But it was her agent, and she was afraid of missing any news. “Hello, Ms. Sabrina…”

"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.

“We have to be seen together at places I usually go. And places you usually go.” “I don’t go places,” Sandra responded. I nodded. “I kind of figured since you’ve been working on rescuing Kingsley Manufacturing and dealing with your father’s death. But surely you must have some commitments in Chicago. Friends…?” Sandra just stared at me. “Acquaintances?” I tried. “I used to be on the charity circuit with my father,” Sandra said, taking another sip of water. “But that fell away when I could no longer be a donor. Everything Kingsley Manufacturing makes is going just to keeping the workers paid and the lights on.”

When she saw Sian, she knew that this girl was not her competitor. Sian paused for a few minutes before preparing to start another song. She knew that Khloe had already entered the floor she was on. What was dividing them was the glass wall that held her in and connected to the beautiful garden that had all the beautiful flowers. Sian purposely ignored her while working hard on playing the violin.

The woman states leaving no room for doubts, her icy stare making holes into my face. “Should I let her know?” He raises a brow at her in amusement. “Yes, yes you should.” She approves, their little exchange sounding like bad news to me. “Meet Sandra, one of the most powerful witches you will ever meet. She is the descendant of an ancient clan able to steal other witches’ powers. While I help her take the magic from other witches, she returns the favor in other ways. For example, today I brought her here to wipe your memory or to make you disappear without a trace, all depending on your response. Yet you chose to play games with me. Just so you know it, she can tell when someone lies. So I’m

But Sandara was different. No matter how hard he tried to understand her, he couldn’t predict what was going on inside her head. He couldn’t even anticipate her next move. And then, to his shock, Sandara suddenly lifted her shirt and tossed it onto the floor, leaving only her bra on top. It didn’t help that she was directly facing the CCTV camera. “Fucking hell, Sandara,” Kleinder cursed, his gaze darkening as he stared at the screen. He knew he should look away now. But because of Sandara’s beautiful figure, he completely forgot how to think straight.