My Time At Sandrock Fanfiction

Book 1: My Badboy Knight Tasha: I should know better than to fall for another guy who might break my heart again. But Nate Adams stormed into my life, crumbling down the walls I began building around my heart. He makes me want to fall in love again. This time, with him. Nate: Tasha Quinn is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Everything about her is beautiful. Hot. Sexy. Perfect. I am fucking in love with her. I have always been in love with her. She is my sweetest addiction. Book 2: The Playboy King Diane: Leo King doesn't give a fuck about love, dating, or any other cupid shit like that. He never lacks enough women to fuck in bed, is annoyingly attractive, and constantly oversteps his boundaries around me. Just because he's the heir to the generational wealth of the King Family doesn't mean he can have any woman at his beck and call. College was supposed to be my chance to start my life afresh, away from my past traumas. But Leo King is making things very hard for me. And living with him is also not helping me at all. Leo: Diane Brandon is the pain in my ass. Ever since she started living with me after my sister Marissa relocated to France, she's been dictating to me how I should live my life in my own house. I hate how she also acts like she is some quiet angel with no demons. But everyone has a skeleton in their closet, whether big or small, and I can feel down to my bones that Diane is hiding something truly dark beneath that cheerful, seductive mask of hers. She is making my life miserable. A little dig-up for payback wouldn't hurt.

"Fine!" I acquiescently cave in. "He better keeps his eyes off of you, or I'll poke his eyeballs out of its socket!" I grumbled exasperatedly. She just shook her head again in disbelief. It seems like it's becoming her habit soon. After a few minutes, he came back, and he barely glances to her side which made me happy. That guy is not stupid after all. I know, I am very possessive, but I'm just protecting what's mine. Whatever is mine, is mine alone, and sharing is not on my vocabulary. Deceitful Lies, Betrayal, Revenge, all in the name of Love. Will they both find their happy-ever-after?

Raven is a sweet girl, but when her parents disappeared after a mission her life turned upside down. Everyone started abusing her.Nobody cared, not even her brother, he was the next Beta in line and his best friend was the future Alpha. Yet they joined in.When it turns out the future Alpha is her mate things only get worse. He doesn't reject her, he just doesn't accept her and makes sure everyone else doesn't accept her either.Will her life ever turn around or will she be living a life of unofficial rejection forever?

Two people in Marriage create beautiful bond called Love , soulmate god choose a mate for you . preview "Good morning" she mumbled softly smiling.She look up when she got no reply or any movement from her mate Aaron.Aaron remove his arms around her and suddenly sat up. "What the -!"he muttered when realization hit him."A-Aaron what happened" Grace asked nervously getting up from her laying position."! !How did it happened" Aaron pull his hair in frustration.Grace bite her she don't know what to do or think of Aaron reaction. he didn't regret it right? No don't think like this Grace. She won't yeah she can't. think positive.But her hope crumbled with Aaron next words."I am sorry ""W-why?" she hold her breath don't want to hear the next words. She's not ready she can't take it."I was not in my right mind, i lost control again. I didn't want to do this. I am sorry"Aaron's every word was scratching her heart painfully. its painfully. So hurt."B-but we are m-married and you are my mate, it's alright right? I-It's normal in c-couple then why are you s-sorry?" She was already tearing from inside."But we are not a couple Grace!!" He shouted standing up."I didn't even wanted a mate at the first place!!" he said pacing back and forth. Grace tears started running down from her cheeks."Look, i-it was just a mistake. Don't take it seriously. Just think it didn't happen and we are good. ." He said and just stormed out of the room.Grace grab her chest that was hurting painfully. A mistake. That was it?The night she was so happy she was peaceful. Where she feel loved and wanted from her mate.... was just a mistake.

Love For The Wicked Book Four. Hot. Gorgeous. Feisty. Those were my first thoughts when I saw Benny Martinelli. Mine. The word flashed in my brain like a neon sign. That body, those piercing green eyes - even clouded with tears - drove me wild. Her mere presence sent my mind on a tailspin of indecent musing. If we were under normal circumstances, I would’ve owned her right then and there. But we were not. She was the Big boss’s long-lost daughter and Bossman’s kid sister. She was off limits, a demilitarized zone. Problem is, Bossman assigned me to protect her from her psycho ex-fiance. And the even bigger problem is, the more time I spend with her, the drive to make her mine grows deeper, overshadowing the mission given to me. I knew not to give in to my desire to touch her; I was smarter than that. Or I thought I was.

Mikel Rysdale needed an escape after a devastating blow to her heart and lifestyle. The number of people she can trust can be counted on one hand. Escaping to the one place she was free, she finds the most unlikely person to lean on. In his eyes, he was a broken man incapable of rejoining society. Army Veteran Killian returns home to live on his family's land in peace. Happy to see his sister again, he wasn't prepared to welcome a guest. What started as a tolerable relationship, the two found the need to be there for each other. Old wounds are hard to heal especially the ones in your heart. “Who are you?” His question was meant to be gentle but they came out as an angry ogre. She laughed at his question. The first chord of that sweet laugh was now trapped in Killian's mind and heart. Slowly she stood up and walked towards him. She was within four steps of him and her scent was intoxicating. Vanilla and the scent of fruit he had to know of. Up close she was perfection in his eyes. Unconsciously he stepped forward wanting to be close to her for some reason. The pain, the memories none of it was on his mind. His sole focus was on her. “Name's Mikel Rysdale. You can call me Mik for short.”

I turned a nobody from the streets into a Mafia, and I defied my papa—a man who loved me more than anything—to do it. For five years, I cast aside the honor of being a Principessa, all for the dream of a life with him. I thought the man I loved was on the verge of becoming the next Don of the Moretti family. But then my papa collapsed during his prayers in the church, suffering a massive cardiac arrest in the one place he believed was most sacred, most safe. Robin was by my side day and night, whispering encouragement. "Isabella, you have to be strong. It's the only way your papa can rest in peace." I was planning our wedding, ready to marry the man I thought I could trust with my life, when I overheard him talking to his mistress, Ava. "We finally got rid of the old bastard." "Once I marry Isabella, half the Moretti empire will be ours.." The five years I had willingly dedicated to him had been nothing more than an incubator for his twisted ambition. I wiped my tears and became the Moretti family's princess once more. I swore I would make them pay in blood. So, on the night before my wedding, I picked up my phone and dialed my brother's number. "Brother," I said. "It's time to close the net."

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

Stefana had a bad accident which caused her amnesia. She lost her whole memory. Years later she began to live a peaceful life with haunting memories of her accident. When she is ready to move on with her life with her boyfriend, her husband returns to drag her to past messes. What will do? Will she continue to live her current life or walk back her messed up past?