My Time At Sandrock Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Ryan requested. "How should I address you then?" Sandra asked. "Just call me Ryan," he replied. "Alright then. Goodbye, Ryan," she said, blushing as she hurriedly departed. "Emine!" Sandra called out to her friend. "Mmm, who's got a new crush?" Emine teased. "Oh, come on! Must you always think negatively? He's Kindred's arch-enemy. We met at the hospital," Sandra explained, narrating the entire encounter to her friend.

“Fine, Baba.” “Fine?” he said, voice rising. “Fine isn’t enough! You’re a Mokoena! Excellence is not optional!” Sandra swallowed her words and went upstairs. Once in her room, she pulled out her notebook, scribbling lines with urgency: “I am not your ambition, I am my own. Every stethoscope chokes me, But my pen sets me free.” She laughed softly, imagining Abby fainting if he ever saw it. Tshepo’s Dangerous Game

LOGAN'S POV there were three friends: me,Sandra, and Freya. Sandra was like a sister to me, always there when i needed her. i trusted her more than anyone else. Freya was also a good friend, but not as close as Sandra. One day, something strange happened. i woke up in your bed, and Sandra was lying next to me. She looked upset and claimed that i had marked her as my mate. I was shocked and confused. i didn't remember doing anything like that. Sandra showed me the mark on her neck, and i started to believe her. She seemed so upset, crying and saying she didn't know what to do.

"Is this the same play as last time, Mia? Get me worked up and then shove another woman into my bed?" He closed his eyes, fighting to keep his composure. "You'll try anything to dissolve this bond. Is he really that much better than me?" I didn't know what to say. How do you explain time-travel to a man who already thinks you're a liar? I didn't understand what could have driven my future self to hurt him this badly. The pain in his eyes cracked something inside my chest. "Marcus, please believe me. I don't want to dissolve the bond."

❤️Sophie❤️ I have exactly forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours to find a man whose name I don't know. Forty-eight hours before my father throws me out of his house if I can't find the so-called man. My life has officially become a disaster. “I still think we should go back to the club.” Sandy folds her legs beneath her on the bed as she watches me pace across her bedroom for what has to be the hundredth time today.

"It's no use. Time stopped the moment you came here. When you return, it will be exactly the time on the wristwatch now. It seems as though everything has frozen briefly." Sandro didn't really care about frozen time and more stories. He just wanted to leave. "I need to take Arabella..." "My lady," a deep baritone interrupted, halting Sandro's words. "What is it, Steven? I thought we spoke about this earlier," another voice, sultry and seemingly out of place for the era, spoke up. "I am sorry, my lady. I feel there is a need to bring it up again. I don't think any of us is ready for what is coming. I mean, we can use the whole year to prepare, and we would never be able to beat them," Steven

My mating ceremony with Chris kept getting interrupted, one reason after another. The first time, his adopted sister Lucy threw him a bachelor party. He drank too much and missed our slot. The second time, right before we set out, Lucy twisted her ankle. Chris took her to the hospital and missed it again. The third time, we were already standing at the vow platform when Lucy cried until she fainted below. Once again, Chris left me standing there. The fourth time, the fifth time... Lucy, every single time. "Hurry up, Sheila! This is the eighth time! There are only fifteen minutes left to receive the Moon Goddess's blessing. If you miss it again, the Moon Goddess will take it as proof the

Not seeing Damon for two days made me feel as if I could get through this. The worry, the stress all took a back seat as I worked and daydreamed about our trip in my free time. My head snapped straight to the time when my phone pinged. Five right on the dot. I grinned, picking my phone. Sandra: Come down, we parked in the street. Brandy: Coming

I heard dark chuckles around me; the smell of my arousal was a calling to unmated wolves. “Don’t forget to post the footage online,” Sandy stated. A hand painfully gripped my chin. “You thought you beat me, little slut?” Sandy sneered close to face. I would have given anything to fight back, but the handcuffs were made of silver, sapping away my already depleted energy. “Alpha Hunter is mine!” “Wait until I tell him about how you abducted me!” I pitifully moaned in response. Sandy’s maniacal laughter rang out. “Yeah,” she purred, “he’s not going to believe you! Once that drug fully sets in, you’re going to want to fuck anything and everything, and the cameras will capture it all!”

“Nothing like that…” “Then, why?” “I just need some time, Sandy…” “Love, look at me,” Sandilo said cupping her face. The moment she looked into his molten gold eyes, she found herself getting lost in them. A single drop of tear slid down her left eye as she found herself speak involuntarily. “When I was in college I was young, stupid, and naïve. I fell hard for Ronan the moment I saw him for the first time.” “Fell hard for him in the sense?”