My Time At Sandrock Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said. “No?” Sandra echoed. “Why not?” “Well, we might go to bed, but not to sleep. I’m going to make it so you can’t sit down for days,” I grinned wickedly. Sandra scowled at me. “You are an evil, evil bastard.” “You like that about me. Admit it,” I teased. Sandra pursed her lips. “I like sex with you.” “That’s a good start, I think,” I chuckled. “It’s a start, anyway.” Sandra looked down at herself. “You’re still inside me.”

This scene feels like looking inside a depth of never-ending darkness. I swallowed as I tried to blink away my tears "Uhm..." I chuckled. "I think we need to go now. I'm sorry for being here. Sandro took me here and I didn't know that you're... yeah." I chuckled nervously. "I'm really sorry. Sandro, come on." I was catching my breath as I turned my back on them. What do you even expect, Talianna? What? Are you hoping that there was still love in his eyes when he stares at you? He did not become a statue for a whole decade!

Her black dress clung like silk to her shape, and her hair gleamed in a perfect knot at the back of her head. “How did you meet Morgan?” Bella asked softly, curiosity breaking through the storm of her thoughts. Sandra’s smile was faint, soft, nostalgic. “A market. 1880s. I was almost nineteen, and very alone.” Bella blinked. “Eighteen-eighty?” Sandra nodded. “Hybrids don’t burn through years the way mortals or wolves do. Time bends differently for us.” Her expression dimmed. “I hadn’t found my mate. I was on the verge of being sold off—forced to bind myself to a man old enough to be my father. Then Morgan appeared. He… intervened.”

Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock. I moaned and cursed when she cupped her breasts and tilted her head back while she grinded harder. I dug my blunt nails into her thigh as her tempo increased. My cock was harder than ever, begging to be released out of the confinement of the robe. It wanted to feel her insides, to be one with the place it now called home. Sandy was trying to kill me, and I loved it. “Oh, so good,” she moaned and leaned forward with her hands now resting on my chest.

And every time I think I’ve gotten a grip on them, they sucker-punch me again. I sat up slowly, hugging my pillow to my chest as the morning sunlight crawled in through my broken blinds. My room was still a mess, my hoodie on the floor, my bag half-open on my desk, my laptop blinking with the unfinished chapter Frank had asked me to write. Correction: the chapter he demanded I write. God, why did I agree to this fake dating thing again? Right. Because Sandra tried to destroy my life and he saved me. My cheeks warmed as I remembered the feeling of his hand gripping my waist in front of everyone. The way he kissed me like he owned the air I breathed. The way his voice dropped when he said “She

I did the same, clearing the tears from my own face. She smiled again, but I couldn't tell if it was fake this time or real. The air in our hotel room was thick with silence. Not from peace, but tension. I couldn’t sit still. I stood up pacing the room, arms crossed over my chest, my teeth grinding in frustration. Sandra sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, watching me. “She’s the same girl,” i said within myself. “Same damn girl that made me go back in time. The same witch who took my husband again.”

“Why do you think that? Do you really see me as an idiot?” Sandy smiled coldly. “Heh. If you weren’t an idiot, you wouldn’t have stayed with Michael for three years or even gone to Mirvania with him to hunt for that Ganoderma nebula. “If you ask me, you shouldn’t even care so much about his nonsense!” This back-and-forth entanglement seemed endless. Ivanka understood Sandy’s good intentions all too well. She smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t let this happen again. I got sidetracked by other stuff this time. It’ll probably take about ten days to two weeks to wrap it up.”

m. Halfway through, Sandra gives a mighty kick against his ribs. He freezes. Then laughs, the sound I love most in the world. “She approves,” he says. I lean my head back against his shoulder. “She better,” I murmur. “Her father built her an entire universe.” We sit there until the sun sets and the glow-in-the-dark stars begin to shine on their own. Later that night, back in our bed (me propped on eight pillows, him curled protectively around the bump), I trace the faint paint stains on his hands.

“Yeah… I happened to be passing by.. maybe I'll stay one day.. tomorrow I'll continue my journey… this isn't my last destination.” "Ahha..I don't want to know what your reason is here...Obviously you have to chat with us first.. then you can go again.." “My old man… Juan, I'm on a very tight deadline… so…” Sandro dodged politely. “Or do you want to try and redo our last activity? You brought a partner now..so maybe we can..join?” he asked with seductive eyes to Sandro. At that moment, Sandro turned to Amanda, he seemed to be considering something very heavy.

What happened all of a sudden? "I didn't do it" Sandy mumbled when he too saw the video of Sana. More than shock, Sandy felt like dying at that moment. The look of Alex and Rose killed him alive. He collapsed over the floor while Rose and Alex left the room without even sparing a glance at him. Sandy didn't leave the room for one whole day as he was just sitting there waiting for the sun to come so that he could realize the dream. But it never happened. It was not a freaking dream.