Romans & histoires My Time At Sandrock Fang

I just never thought I'd actually go there myself. The sounds of trains and buzzing people welcomed my ears as soon as I got out of the pod. After almost two hours of goodbyes with my siblings, I was able to calm down the twins who wouldn't stop crying after knowing I'd be leaving today. Audrey, Ginie, and Fran won't stop asking me to come back soon, and while they cried too, it wasn't as hard as the twins. Jonas, the youngest, was strangely quiet, and I figured maybe he was just too young to understand what was happening.

Not wanting to break the moment where I was actually showing him tenderness, Putting my hand over his I said innocently in a charming tone, “I am sorry but I think Sandra is murdered.” My lips began to quiver a bit, averting my gaze from his but he made me look at him, “How?” He asked seriously, raising an eyebrow. “Why did the rocks fall at the exact time when Sandra was there and everyone left? And how did they fall in the first place? Where do they come from? If you say… Can I go there.. just to check whether it’s just my imagination or not?... this is what I can at least do for you guys… in this harsh time.”

I always knew how to make her feel guilty. "Okay then. Its on. But we can't return home late. My mom will flip " "Of course." Sandra and I agreed on the perfect pick up time. And since it was a Friday. We didn't have to worry about sleeping tired. Well for Sandra's sake.. Werewolves never got tired.

A deep waterfall. "Yes. Unless you want a full road full of rotating detonators." Sandro replied casually. "I'll jump first… you guys look at my landing point and follow. After this, we still have to run for two hours in our wolves." Sandro then jumped into the swift waterfall. His body was aimed at the center of the water's fall… and when he landed there was a very loud splash sound. Even though it was early morning… and there was no lighting, at least they could still see Sandro swimming down there thanks to the help of the moonlight.

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.

I say. Sandra nearly chokes laughing. Rachel throws a napkin at me. And somehow, against all logic, the night keeps going. ~~~ My eyes snap open. Darkness. I squint my eyes at the faint red glow from the digital clock on top of my dresser cuts through the room. 2:30 AM. Good. I turn my head to the left. Sandra is sprawled across the bed like a fallen warrior, one leg hanging off the mattress, mouth slightly open. Her snores rumble through the room in aggressive intervals, like she’s personally fighting someone in her dreams.

As a little kid, I liked to play with sand. Eric and I would make things from the sand then break them. I didn't know who told me to open my sand spa. I started asking everyone to come and get a sand spa from me. I was around six at that time. I begged Brandon to play with me and he agreed. He didn't know what I planned to do with him. When he laid down on the mat I threw the bucket of sand on him and rubbed it on his back with my hands and foot. He yelled at me for making him dirty.

I pointed at it. Mary stood up and looked at it in confusion. Walking past her, I pushed it and the rock twisted, opening a cave right in front of us. We all walked in. Well, except Vermin, who crawled in. I didn't care that he was butt naked in this cold. Or that the hard ground must have been hurting him. The more miserable he was, the better. "Max!" A guy was standing there that shook hands with Max. "You made it just in time. The final fight should start in an hour. And it should take us about an hour to get there.”

They woke up countless times in the night to have more upon more series of banging. They finally slept off at 6 Am after a hot round session which left her crying. FLASHBACK "I'm Chris Allen," Chris mumbled. "Nice to meet you, Chris." Sandra flashed him one of her best smiles. Another Chris, she reckoned. "This is my call card cutie, I'll be expecting your call." "OK bye," she retorted, winked at him, and started leaving, shaking her ass so vigorously. "Such an ass," Chris grumbled, turned, and went on his way too.

"I'll go upstairs then, Mr. Romli," "Sure, Mr. Dirman," -------------------------------------------------“-------------------------------------------------------- Half an hour later, the clock showed 9 pm. It was an unusual time for campus officials to be in the work. "Thank you, Mr. Dirman. That was pleasing." "You're welcome, Rin. I'm happy if you enjoy it," Dirman said. "Of course, I enjoy it, Mr. Dirman. Even if it's a little painful." "for sure. It's your first time. Sorry if it was too rushed, Rin."