Total Drama Sanders Novels & Stories

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.

Carry me down. Sandra blinked. Looked at him. Then bent and set him down gently on the step between her and Ryan. Her hand lingered on his shoulder for a second before she let go. Daniel stood there between them. Small and Brave. He looked up at Ryan. Then at Sandra. Then he stepped forward. When Daniel came down from Sandra’s body, he walked straight to Ryan. He wrapped his arms around Ryan’s waist. Then he turned and reached for Sandra’s hand. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grant were watching the scene from inside Silently, Mr. Grant’s jaw was tight. Mrs. Grant had her hand over her mouth. Miss Clara was still on her knees, tears falling.

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.

Emma just silently look at her. "It's all right, because you're going home to your doctor and not to your real husband, that is what he is saying. Ma'am Sandra, I know you're the wife and I'm just your assistant but every time I hear them talking and you're the one they are talking about, I feel like I'm the one being betrayed. " Sandra smiled sadly at her. "I'm fine, Emma. In the few months we've been together, I'm used to it." "You mean, you're used to, that Sir Denver is just fooling you and ignoring you?" Sandra felt pain in her chest.

For this action, Sandy needs the best reply. *****

what the hell sandra? Snap out of it! he just doing this for his reputation.

“How were the funerals for those men who got killed in the explosion?” Her gray eyes darkened off to a roiling storm. “Three of my finest men were killed in that fucking disaster of a rescue of your woman.” “And for that, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what Sanderson was going to do. I’m just glad Wren was pulled out of there before it happened.” The lies fell off my tongue so easily. “Speaking of Sanderson, have you arrested him yet? There are some serious charges against him, right? Drug possession, intent to distribute, manslaughter.”

Maybe they would all be okay after the doctor was done with Sandra. "Take him with you,” Sadra said to the doctor as she pointed at the angry alpha, before adding, "I won’t leave, just please get them all out of here. They’re suffocating me.” Sandra was so done with the bickering and looking at her like she was some charity case. In the middle of all the chaos, Sandra had noticed the bags under Aztec’s eyes, right before Gemma punched him across the room.

They both actually hug each other very tight as they make their way back to the living room. Sandy: Hi Zendaya Zendaya: Hi Sandy. You look good as she tries to lighten up the whole arena Sandy: I wouldn't actually know, as I was just brought back alive . Everyone in the room actually gets to laugh about the whole situation and it becomes quite warm. Sandy then decides to say what had actually happened.