Total Drama Sanders Novels & Stories

Reiner's POV: "And where the fuck have you been all day, Sandra?" I demanded. "I was told you were taking the day off, but I just received a ransom demand from someone claiming to have abducted my wife." Sandra's face paled as I confronted her. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered Even Doris was shocked at my confrontations as well as Sylvester. "Reiner, what's the meaning of this?" Sylvester asked.

War Drums The cracked phone screen cast harsh light across Sandro’s face, turning his features into something demonic. Elena watched the color drain from his expression as the surveillance clip ended, leaving only the damning freeze-frame of Luca handing over the USB drive like it was nothing. “Motherfucker,” Sandro snarled, voice low and lethal. He set the ruined phone down carefully this time, though his fingers lingered as if he wanted to crush it into dust. The tender man who had just worshipped her in the shower was gone. In his place stood the Don, cold, calculating, and ready for war.

"So it's true. It's true that you're a drug-dealer and that you are involved with some crimes." Sandra plopped on the sofa again and looked at me smugly. "Are you now realizing how powerful I am compared to a cockroach like you? So what if I am? You don't know the dark side of the industry, Deena. Why? Because you're boring and you pretend to be a nice and innocent girl. You don't know that a lot of artists and directors you've worked with are dirty people." "That is enough, Sandra. You're talking too much." One of the two men beside me hissed at her.

Sharp, surprised, real pain that she hadn’t rehearsed. Sandra smiled. Small. Deadly. Good. Now we both know the truth, don’t we? Jasmine yanked her hand back like fire. Nurse! Nurse, she’s hurting me! I don’t remember her! She’s scary! Sandra let her eyes go glassy. Let her knees wobble. Blood loss was real. She was dizzy. The room really was spinning. But this… this was strategy. This was war. She swayed. Once. Twice. Ryan lunged forward. Sandra! he yelled, shaking her shoulders. His hands were desperate. Hot. Too late.

She jerks away from Stella as if she’s just branded her with a white-hot iron. Her face twists in absolute agony. Even Stella surprised by this new one. She throws her hands up, shoots Sandy a look of pure disgust, and storms toward the front door. She’s done. She’s fed up with the drama and the lies. However, Stella fails to see what happens next. And as Uncle George makes his exit as well, disappointed, Sandy collapses against the wall, gasping for air. The skin on her shoulder begins to blister and melt right under her silk top.

[SANDRA] With Gemma out the door, the room had gotten too tense. The doctor looked like he just walked in on a tornado, not to mention the Marshall alpha looked like he was in a fight with his own beta. Everything was a mess, and Sandra was still feeling like shit. She wanted the world to stop for a moment so she could get a hold of herself and her thoughts, but it seemed like everything around her would always remind her of the sham marriage, and its awful side effects.

Vincenzo do something! Sandra said, watching the screen with utmost focus. ‘Kahhhh’ A gunshot sounded from the screen. Sandra’s favourite cast was shot dead. ‘Noooooooooooooo arrgghhhhhhh honeyeyyyyyy’ Sandra exclaimed loudly with tears brimming in her eyes,she looked at Alfred for comfort. Alfred got the hint and pulled her closer to his chest patting her back lovingly. ‘Tsk tsk sorry my dear,let’s upload bad comments on the site to the writer later for killing your man so unjustly.’

“I still don’t like this place or any of you. I haven’t forgotten what happened to my sister, but I am willing to make amends for it. The way things have been going I’m almost starting to believe you. You all have a curse for killers.” “No shit. Elijah being the strangler is already bad enough and now the fucker is dead…like dead dead in the building. Janet never told me how much drama working for her would be, but got damn this is all kinds of fucked up. Secrets, brothers, lovers, baby momma drama, curses, and a killer all in one. The Sanders need their own tv show.” Rock explained, standing up getting him a drink.

She started sobbing. "Is this some sort of soap opera to you?" Sandra asked, this game that she thinks she is playing was really messing with Sandra. "Sandra that is enough" Tasha ordered, She was trying to wrap her head around everything. She was a mom, she is supposed to know her child right? "I have to call summer" Sandra stood up and made a call to Summer [Over the phone] Summer I need for you to come home now" Sandra was so tensed that even Summer noticed something was up

She was not satisfied, but she was happy to be with him. Daniel was the most lovely guy she have ever been with, but he has his drawbacks. Unfortunately, it wasn't the one that can be ignored, Rather, it was a big one. He can't satisfy Sandra. Sandra always finds herself unsatisfied and disappointed after each sex. This night was one of those times. Sandra found herself anticipating the sex, always thinking that night would be the night. She thought that the night would be the night he would make her scream and whimper in ecstasy, but it was all the same. Sandra dosen't like his dick size, coupled with the fact that he dosen't last long.