My Time At Sandrock Fang Novels & Stories

"No. There isn't anything near for miles, where she can run to. Let her try to escape." Ethan nodded. Sandra's POV I woke up and from the light coming through the window I knew that a new day had already started. I can't believe that I slept for so long. It was supposed to be an hour nap which turned into a whole night's sleep. I saw a table clock showing 6:30 in the morning. I didn't notice this clock yesterday. I got up from the bed and went to the washroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

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.

"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.

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"

“Creighton will never forgive me if he does anything to you while you’re trying to protect me.” “Don’t worry about your brother. I have a secret weapon I can use against him.” Sandra glanced to her watch and saw the soft green glow of the face as she checked the time. It was already one o’clock in the morning and she sighed. She wanted to sleep but she was afraid to, afraid of what she may miss or what she may learn, but she was fading quickly.

"Missed us?" I tried to get to my feet, but my movements were slow and unsteady. Sandro’s laughter echoed through the room, a sharp, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. “Wow, look at this place,” Sandro said, taking in my small, cluttered apartment. “I’ve seen better in a junkyard.”

I put the car in reverse immediately, speeding out of the school and leaving my friends on the curb. I push the speed limit as far as it could go, places wheezed past me in a blur. My knees wouldn’t stop jerking and my fingers either racked through my hair or ended up in between my teeth. By the time I got to his house, I had an hour forty minutes left. “Huh? Roxy? You came back?” Sandy says in a chirper tone that said she knew nothing of what was going on. “Where is Vaughn? Is he inside?”

She grabs my hands before I can pull away completely, and we stay there, tangled, slick with perspiration, our hearts still rattled. “How long?” she begs in a tone I’ve never heard her use. It’s quiet, sad but suspicious. “It’s a long story, Fallon.” “Then get on with it, Zayn.” * * * Four Years Ago, The Roguelands… The pack village of Clawmine rests in a hovel surrounded by thick, shadowed woods. It’s a normally sleepy place, closeted away in the dead center of the forest I’ve made my home. It’s 5:00 in the morning and sprinkling rain while I stoke the fire and pull the kettle off its hook, following a regimented morning routine like I do day in and day out.

He made a joke! Michael looked out to sea. Where was Angel? He wanted to tell it to her. Well, Stewart said she went swimming, so… Michael took off his new red sneakers and put them on both sides of Rocky to keep him sitting up. Rocky fell over sometimes, and Michael didn’t want him to get all sandy. Rocky didn’t like sand. And Rainbow never let Michael take Rocky to bed with him if he was all dirty. Wonder if Angel would let him? Michael took off his socks and put them on Rocky’s paws in case he got cold. Then he walked down to where the sand got wet. The waves weren’t very big but he didn’t see her.

Me: Uhmm, no… You just closed, I guess… Sandra: Yes… Me: And how was service? Sandra: It was marvelous… Me: Wow… That’s cool… Sandra: Dioxidane where do you stay sef? Me: **Huh???** Uhmm, around Kofar Kaura… Sandra: Rejoice and I just came back from church and we were kinda bored… Me: Eya… I heard Rejoice say in the background, ‘tell him we want to visit him’…