Novel & Cerita My Time At Sandrock Fang

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.

RHEA'S POV Flashback... The summer I turn sixteen, the riverbank becomes our sanctuary. While Miles trains in a distant pack, I come here to escape my mother's cold eyes and Roxy's cutting remarks. Yuri finds me one day, skipping stones across the glassy surface, and after that, it becomes our place. We create our own world here, a tangle of inside jokes, whispered secrets, and improvised games that only we understand. The pack house suffocates me, but here by the water, with sand between my toes and Yuri's easy laughter in my ears, I can breathe.

Sandra suggested, but I wanted to hear nothing about training at that time. I was hungry and the only thing on my mind was food. I stripped and gave Sandra control. She ran into the woods and started hunting. For what, I did not know, and I didn’t care. As long as we got something to eat. Soon, we spotted a rabbit and Sandra started moving quietly and advancing towards the rabbit. When she was close, she jumped on it but the rabbit was faster. She missed it and the rabbit got away. I was angry, I had hoped that I would eat at last, but the rabbit got away. Sandra did not give up; it was almost like she was playing with the poor animals while I was dying of hunger.

"Yeah, those were simpler times, weren't they? Now, it feels like everything's moving so fast." "Time flies so fast. We didn't even notice that we've grown old," Sandro smiled, "and we never got a new circle of friends. It's still you, me, Toby, and Amethyst sticking together." "What do you think happened to Matilda?" he suddenly inserted, "she threw something at me the other day, she came here really furious." "Oh? That woman really has a screw loose," Sandro said, shaking his head. "How are things with my niece?"

She quickly kicked Sandford's knee as a sign to tell him to talk to distract Liam. "I... I... just followed Audrey's wishes," Sandford said haltingly. "I was talking to another friend of mine, when Audrey gave me the key to this room and said that she would wait for me here. I didn't know she would trapped me to sleep with her." Audrey glared at Sandford, angry and furious, but there was nothing she could do. Sandford is still Sandford, a trash human who will never turn good. His mentality has been formed into a trash mentality that is difficult to repair and he meets another trash, namely Rica, making them suitable for hanging out together.

"But Faye confessed that she was able to speak almost a month ago and that her trauma only lasted for two weeks, it seems like her mother had been teaching her silly things." Mr. Fernandez's eyes widen and he laughed loudly. "You'll have to talk to Sandra about that." Julian's eyes flashed as they narrowed. "Oh I intend to. Don't worry father." ********** Sandra loves shidings such as this kind, she loves throwing parties just as she loves being invited into one, she loves the attention and she basks into it,she enjoys the night with rich talks and good laugh but as much as she loves the parties, she dislike one thing. Well, one thing that applies to everything anyway. Sandra dislikes said c

Regrettably, even if his assailant was willing to wait for his helper to arrive, FOR FUN, his body which his remaining points would not be able to heal was already failing due to severe blood loss. Truth be told, he was barely awake. Forcefully made to stay awake by the incessant ramblings of the other and the pain that this damnable kid kept on triggering by repeatedly digging into his wounds using his fingers. "H..y, are .... listen...g" It had already been an hour since the lunatic host, the terrorist Sandro Smith, began to do this. So many stories had already been told, from the beginning of this damnable host's immoral journey to how he caused several elderlies to trip on the banana pee

Anthony’s POV I was anticipating what Sandy was going to surprise me with. I was feeling impatient and wanted time to run by so fast. I was so eager to know what she had for me. I wanted to act like there wasn’t anything coming but my mind could not rest. I checked what the time was on my watch and cursed under my breath when I saw it was just five pm on the dot. One more hour to go. This felt like torture, and she was sitting across me like she had not said anything about surprising me. I watched her as she took a bite out of her fries while scrolling through her phone.

I rolled my eyes when I heard the door closed. It took a whole week for my ankle to be better. I could walk properly now. I stayed in my room the whole week just like what Nabrel said. Sandro often visited me here, bringing some foods for me. Somehow, I became comfortable around him. I was happy whenever he visits me because he kept me entertained. I admit, I was hoping that Nabrel will visit me. Even just a quick visit, right? But that did not happen. And I did not want to ask Sandro about him. He might tell to Nabrel that I am asking about him considering that Sandro is talkative.

Our bond grew stronger with each passing moment, as we shared the thrill of breaking the rules and chasing exhilaration. Despite initially struggling with the window, I quickly learned to trust Sandy's guidance and follow her lead. She had become much more than just a friend; she was my fearless companion, always pushing me further out of my comfort zone. As we approached the garage where Christopher's car collection was displayed, Sandy's excitement was palpable. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she turned on the overhead light, illuminating the room filled with an incredible array of vehicles. "Look at all these cars," she exclaimed, her voice filled with awe. "They're absolutely ama