My Time At Sandrock Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Borrowing the words of the elderlies, 'let him know the taste of his own medicine,' now the latter was happening to him, and it was even worse as it was accompanied by heartrending memories and voices. A few seconds later, the clone unamusedly sneered, spluttering out to the poor kid weeping not far from him. "So boring. But yeah, where will I find thrill in dealing with a mere brat?" The emotions and memories must have overflowed Sandro, causing him to faint on the asphalt street. Before he lost consciousness, his AI repeatedly tried to shout some sense into his mind, however, due to the Mind Distortion skill being so high, it failed to awaken Sandro for even a second. The kid couldn't tele

“That conversation was all over the place because she was desperate, and I think Joshua put her up to trying to lure me away from you. I was telling her I would never find my fated mate among any pack. Because I already found you and I wasn’t interested in her, no matter how many times she crawled into my bed, or waited to catch me in some dark corner. I was never interested in her. It’s only ever been about you. I would have worked out anything as long as you were with me in the end. Rob and I have found tooth and nail to change things in the pack. Much has changed, but there’s still a while to go.” “I wish I could believe you, but I still haven’t seen any proof that would change my mind. T

I add, crossing my arms, “if Jeremy Turner wants to like her, that’s his business. Not yours. Not your friend’s. Not your entire imaginary fan club. Focus on your own lives. If you have any.” i don't wait for them to say anything and turn, heading down the hallway. Sandra catches up beside me, grinning. “Wow. The tiger is finally loose.” I shoot her a look. “Keep talking and I’ll redirect that tiger to you.” She laughs, following me down the hallway. Thirteen hours later, I lie sprawled on the bed in an oversized shirt, baggy pants, and my glasses perched lazily on my nose. My hair is in a messy bun that looks less like a style and more like a failed engineering project.

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!

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.

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.”

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.