My Time At Sandrock Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My crying became more desperate when he stood up and started taking off his pants. “You'll see what you missed, you could have stayed with me, you could have done everything willingly. If you had, you would be home now, eating the best food, having comfort and close to your family. But you didn't; your loss! Look on the bright side, now you'll know what a real man is.” After saying that, Sandro finished taking off his clothes and knelt on the mattress, coming toward me. “When I'm done having my fun with you, I'll let my cousin do the same, and when I'm fully satisfied, I'll start pulling out your fingers, one by one, then I'll rip out your tongue and deform your entire face.”

The next second, Sandro was standing in front of me. He took my hands in his. His expression had changed. The amusement was gone. The lazy indifference was gone. His amber eyes searched my face as his fingers tightened around mine. "What did he do?" he asked quietly. I looked anywhere but at him. Until this day, I had never had the opportunity to tell anyone. I never thought I'd have a person I could call mine enough to share something like this with. Technically, Sandro wasn't mine. He and I were going to part ways in three months. That was the deal. That was what I had to keep reminding myself.

Weapons she had never seen nor heard of. "What's the time?" He asked her. She pulled out her phone. "forty minutes past eight." "Wrong. What's the time, Sandra?" "Twenty minutes to nine?" Anthony's groan filled the room. "What time is it?" She looked at him, blankly. "It's revenge time,baby"

It was followed by a flash of white light. Hannah's figure became increasingly blurry. It was as if she were being scattered by the wind. She quickly shouted at me. "Evan, you have to live well. Wait for me. I'll come find you." When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her senior year of high school. She looked at her phone. The date had gone back to the 21st of February. It was the day the time-space distortion first appeared. But this time, my voice no longer came from the empty space.

Owen stared at me in disbelief, as if he didn't recognize me. In his mind, I'd always been that submissive pushover who'd only cry and beg for mercy. He pointed at Sandy, who was being supported by a waiter at the door, and yelled at me, "You almost killed Sandy! We walked through the snow for three hours! Sandy's feet are frostbitten! Have you no heart at all?" Sandy leaned weakly against the doorframe and looked at Owen with big, sad puppy dog eyes. She said, "Owen, don't be mad at Brooke. It's my own fault for being useless. As long as it helps Brooke feel better, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little."

It was a thing of great concern as I was going to be an Alpha, so I sincerely understood why they had to talk about it. But it will have been much better if they had not brought it up at that point in time. It was just two weeks ago, that Sandro found his mate, at a party that we attended. And before he found his mate, he was already worried, as Alex had found his mate way back in time. Then there's me, older with some months, and of an Alpha blood, and still, I had not felt any sensation that was close to finding my mate. My face immediately contorted into a frown, that Dad noticed, as he called my name.

He appeared agitated. Sandy snorted “You should be sorry dude because the next time you waste my time, you might be losing your hob. Run along” she shooed him away. I almost felt pity for the poor kid. I didn't waste time picking up my glass of wine when he poured it. I gulped it down praying it eases the tension I was feeling all over my body. “Everything okay here guys? Someone seems to be on high” Sandy gushed before accepting her glass from her strange boyfriend.

The same goes for transportation expenses. The only disadvantage was having someone else in the house, but I could endure that. Six months was such a short amount of time. I’d already spent years working at Hornbrown Investments without even noticing how fast time passed. And besides… I was getting closer to making my plan happen. “I’ll deal with it later,” I answered Kleinder before a sweet smile appeared on my lips. “First, you’ll need to deal with me.” Sandara? One point. Kleinder? Zero.

Sean “Ready, little girl?” Tossing the two beaded braids below her ear over her shoulder, Sandy flashes me a heart-stopping grin and tucks her backpack of clothes in a sheltered niche above the water level at high tide. Naked and flinching at both the cold air and the sharp stones on the shallow cave’s floor, she grabs the two waterproof equipment packs and heads for the cold, northern Pacific water. “Last one in’s a smelly wolf.” “You’ll regret that.” Hobbling to the same niche where my mate left her clothes, I stuff my pack in beside hers. “Hold up, Sandy. My phone’s ringing.”

"Let's go take it!" • I look at my cell phone screen and with difficulty I can decipher the time on the screen on; I see that it is nine in the morning, I arrive approximately six hours in this place, drinking absolutely everything that Sandra gives me with an ear smile she offers me so that I can give the go-ahead to all the mixtures she has made. Since Sandra is one of my best friends I could not hide from her that she had broken up arming, since then and after insulting everything that had to do with my ex, my friend has insisted on introducing me to all the boys who put themselves in front of us.