Novel & Cerita My Time At Sandrock Fang

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

"Yep, between our pack and another's. In all honesty though, I don't remember much about it. I was a baby back then and Chris was in grade school so we don't remember much. Mom and dad never mentioned anything to us, even the pack elders." Three knocks on the door cease our topic. Valerie sits comfortably in the chair and I stand up to open the door. Behind the wooden door stands Sandy dressed in denim shorts and an oversized black T-shirt with her plate of food in her hands. A toothy grin is on her face as he invites herself in. "Hello, future Luna of the Golden Celestine pack. How does it feel to finally meet your mate?" Valerie teases while wiggling her eyebrows. Sandy places her plate on

I scoffed as I walked around them and out of the building. When I got back to the station I looked down at my phone. Sandra had about 10 mins to send me my picture or I would go to the theatre and drag her ass out of there. Then we can have our redo shackle party early.

Enola POV i somehow managed to reach Sandra's room and guess what. it was actually massive. i found the clock pretty when i first stepped inside the room. i didn't think twice before grabbing it. I was shocked to see it as it was carbon copy of the one i have back in my world. my hold tightened around it as it is my only hope to return to my world. at least i think it is. it took me 20 minutes to find John who was with Sandra's father.

"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

What happened all of a sudden? "I didn't do it" Sandy mumbled when he too saw the video of Sana. More than shock, Sandy felt like dying at that moment. The look of Alex and Rose killed him alive. He collapsed over the floor while Rose and Alex left the room without even sparing a glance at him. Sandy didn't leave the room for one whole day as he was just sitting there waiting for the sun to come so that he could realize the dream. But it never happened. It was not a freaking dream.

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.

Long enough to understand him inside out, to see through all his thoughts. My past compromises were just me being fooled by that tiny bit of fake affection. Now that I saw the real Mike, I would never let myself stay trapped in that cesspool. However, my indifferent attitude seemed to enrage Sandy. Fuming, she followed me all the way to the roadside. I felt a bit helpless, turning to persuade her to leave. Suddenly, Sandy extended her claws and, with strength far beyond an omega's, shoved me hard onto the road. At that moment, I caught sight of a truck transporting emergency supplies bearing down on me.