My Time At Sandrock Fanfiction Novels & Stories

*SPG* The two stood up from their seats. Sandra took off her clothes. Tim seems to be thirsty for flesh, their intimate moment tooks time than usual because it's been a long time since the last time Sandra slept in their condo, usually their sex is quick. Even though there are many women he can pay to seduce, he is still loyal to Sandra. This girl is really crazy.

Luna didn't know how long she spent, slipping in between consciousness and unconsciously, before she finally gave in to the tempting darkness. ★★★★★★ Sandra hand grew cold with numbness, unable to continue her assault on the wall. "Give it up Sandy, there's no way you can break through the walk." Nash said experated. "I can. I will." "Just let it go Sandy. We have to go. We can find our way back to the resort." "So you expect me to just leave my sister in this motherfucking haunted place?" Sandra growled at him. The corner of her lips twitching violently in annoyance.

Todos os rapazes que estavam lá conseguiram fugir, menos ele, que estava na solitária, não houve tempo para o tirarem de lá. Naquele momento não senti nada, nem dor, nem tristeza. Subi ao meu quarto e pus-me a pensar em tudo o que se passara entre nós. Sander entrou em minha vida e mudou-a por completo, ele tinha-me tocado na alma, ele tinha visto coisas em mim que eu nunca imaginara. Eu já não era apenas eu, ele já se alastrara em mim, estava em minha cabeça 24 sobre 24 horas. Sander tinha se tornado o motivo da minha existência. Eu gostaria de retribuir tudo o que ele fez por mim, provando que ele era inocente e libertando-o daquela maldição.

"You know what you have to do. Place it under her bed, where she won't find it." He gave me the stone. It looked similar to a crystal, red yet slightly translucent. I felt like there was hope. But deep down I had an unexplainable fear of what I would find out. I feared for Sandra's life. She was only beautiful thing I had in my life. Losing her would be losing myself. Ever since I had known her, ever since I saw her I knew she had to be mine. The first time I laid my eyes on her was when she was at the same river as where I found the stone. She didn't see me, but I saw her. A dog had gotten injured by a reckless driver. I heard the crash and rushed to the sound. But when I got there, I saw h

“Don’t go anywhere.” I make my way to the bathroom and run a washcloth under warm water so I can clean up the mess I left on her and grab a fresh towel for her. Before I go back out to the bedroom, I look up at the wall clock. The whole thing lasted maybe ten minutes at the most. “Rocky?” I take a moment to have a chat with him. “How has it only been ten minutes when it felt like the best hour of my life?” “Mate bond. It only gets better from here.” He purrs contentedly at his own statement.

SANDY’S POV. The heavy metal edge of the locker dug painfully into my shoulders as I leaned against it, my perfectly manicured nails pressing so hard into the spine of my textbook that the thick cardboard bent sharply beneath my grip. The hallway buzzed with the usual noise of students rushing between lectures, conversations overlapping loudly beneath fluorescent lights, but all of it faded into meaningless background noise compared to the scene unfolding several feet away from me. Lucas. My fiancé. The future Alpha of the Blood Moon pack.

It was followed by a picture—a black private jet landing on the tarmac at Silver City International Airport. "Ayla, wait for me." It wasn't just Corbin who had someone he'd left behind. Finn and I had known each other since we were kids. As the Alpha of the Stone Pack, he was my first crush, and I was his. If it weren't for the ancient pact binding our two packs, I would have been his Luna long ago. Corbin would have never even been in the picture. Three days later, I was invited to a charity gala. As soon as I walked in, I saw Corbin at the center of a crowd of elites.

I know I have lost this fight, so I just get up and get ready without another word and an hour later, we are walking out of our dorm room and down to Sydney’s car. We get to the beach and find the guys standing around a bonfire talking to a group of guys we don’t know and Sydney is on cloud nine her boyfriend Damion is here tonight. His school is only thirty minutes away from ours, so when they can, they make time to see each other. “Hello little River.” Rock says, leaning down kissing me on the cheek. “Hello Rocky Road.” I say, and he arches his brows at me. “I couldn’t think of anything else.” I tell him, then shrug my shoulders.

“Seriously, though – ” “Seriously, though, fuck Miles,” he growled. “What good is it being a rock star if you have to jump every time some little British asshole with a Napoleon complex snaps his fingers? Fuck ‘im. We’ll get to San Diego for the show tomorrow. Until then, you’re all mine.” After that, we went straight to the kissing. But we didn’t stop with that. As he lay there kissing me, I felt something soft and heavy and hot brush across my thigh.

No wonder Ronan Wolfhart went mad trying to keep her. “Hello, Sommy,” Sandra stammers out, her voice laced with deep awkwardness. Did she hear what we were saying? “It has been a long time, Sandra,” I respond, my voice cold and flat as stone. Sandra is roughly Ronan’s age, making her three or four years older than me. I have never liked her, and she knows precisely why—she was one of the many noble females who mocked my healer bloodline when I first arrived at the keep.