Total Drama Sanders Novels & Stories

Sandra was getting impatient because of all the stolen money she lost within a few days. “Marry her quickly. We need to get back all our money.” “And what do you think I’m doing? I’ve already booked an appointment to meet your uncle tomorrow,” Dylan revealed his plans while he hung his blazer in the closet and dropped his undershirt in the laundry basket. He picked a casual shirt with a pair of shots and began to wear them. Sandra was very annoyed that she did not even bother to change from her work clothes. “Gabriel sees him at any time so why do you need an appointment when you are working for him and engaged to his daughter?”

Just a quiet, final severing of whatever thread of hope she'd been clinging to that maybe, somehow, they could find their way back to something resembling partnership or respect or basic human decency. Sandy saw the footage and immediately lunged for the TV, jabbing the power button so hard the remote cracked. The screen went black, but the damage was done. "That motherfucker," Sandy hissed, her voice shaking with rage. "That absolute piece of shit. His wife is in the hospital recovering from nearly dying, and he's playing dress-up in New York with his…" She stopped herself, glancing at Tiana with guilt. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't…"

“Honestly, all this drama is a pain to watch.” Sandra spun around, glaring at him. “Excuse me? Drama? Rose’s dealing with real problems here.” Reeves smirked. “Oh, my bad. I forgot you’re her self-appointed emotional spokesperson.” Sandra scoffed. “And you’re the self-declared king of annoying.” “Easy, feisty kitten,” Reeves retorted, leaning back casually on the couch. “I wouldn’t even be in the same room with you if I wasn’t worried about our cute little junior.”

“Boss, I will do everything I can, I promise." I nodded at him, I trusted Zayne. I knew he would never betray me, so he wasn't even on my watch list. “There's something else, Boss." Great. More bad news. “Sander is dead. Car accident, up on the highway." What the fuck- then it suddenly hit me. The accident that had held me up on my way to the docks last night, that was Sanders. This wasn't looking good at all. “Let me guess, you don't think it was a random accident?" I asked him.

Sandra said and made to walk out on him, but Ethan pulled her back immediately. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I am talking about. I am sure you were still expecting me to be down in the hospital since your sugar daddy beat the hell out of me. I know you both planned to kill me and I assure you both that you will regret what you did," Ethan swore and Sandra folded her fist. How dare he call Tyler her sugar daddy? Tyler might be old, but his physique says another thing entirely; he is even hotter than Ethan. Maybe she would ask Ethan to go look at himself in the mirror and see how shapeless he was.

“Sir, you’re bleeding. Please, come with me.” Sandro’s eyes, red with fury and exhaustion, shot him a glare. “Attend to my man first! Get the best doctor here and put your fucking hands to use!” he barked, his voice cracking with both rage and fear. Anna gently touched his arm. “You’re bleeding, let him check you. Caspian will be fine.” Sandro closed his eyes tightly, struggling. Finally, he exhaled. “...Okay.” He let the director lead him away. Two Hours Later

“What meeting? Let’s discuss it in my study.” With that, Thomas led Ivanka into the study. Sandy stayed outside because they would be talking about something confidential. Instead, she watched TV in the living room. She would occasionally glance at the stairway, but never saw them coming downstairs. Deep down, she could not help getting curious. What really happened to Ivanka? What made her come over so late at night? Was she finally going to take action? The male and female leads in the romantic drama she was watching had begun to kiss. But Sandy was too distracted to pay attention. Her focus was on the upper floor.

“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.”

So she was not bluffing that day. "Just a few more days. I will get what I planned for. After that, destroying you, will be full of fun" Sandy mumbled while gulping his drink. He had been planning a beautiful revenge for Alex as he saw Clara and Alex. Both would be suffering in this but he will get that satisfaction which can't be attained even if he kills him. "As for engagement, I have a nice checkmate for you both siblings. Wait for my surprise" Sandy is now a complete psycho, waiting to make them fall so that he can laugh at them.

Janet was on the verge of tears. The betrayal she felt toward her mother, she couldn’t express. Every time it was Robert, Rim wouldn’t even think. “Janet…” Rim felt sad looking at her daughter. “Mom, you know who Mr. Sander is?” Janet moved away from her mother. “He is the biggest playboy in town. He has been jailed for his perverted nature, how many times I can’t imagine. And let alone that, he has been divorced thrice. The recent one because he abused his wife.” Janet said, enraged.