My Time At Sandrock X Novels & Stories

"Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us." Playing the victim? I bit down on my lip. I'd worked two extra weeks of overtime just to come to Winterley with him, because he said this trip was to celebrate our third wedding anniversary. But the moment we got here, he hired Sandy, a pretty private instructor. For three whole days, he left me alone at the hotel while he tore down the advanced trails with her. That day, I finally pushed throug

"Your break is over, slave. You may start any time." Sandy started with Lisa and she worked hard to make her cum. Yet when she finished, it was slightly over ten minutes. When I told her she wailed in desperation. "I'm never going to cum again. You were right, my tongue is getting tired." Time passing, she dived into Rhonda's cunt like a starving man getting his first meal in a month. Despite her enthusiasm, it was still four minutes before Rhonda had her first. When I announced it, Sandy wailed again.

Making me the ultimate bad guy in his eyes, so four years into our marriage we were in a bad spot due to all this family drama. I was twenty-nine when everything went to hell in a hand basket and if it hadn’t been for that pocket watch I started wearing all the time, I would have died.

" I looked at Valentia in horror.. my ex classmate and teammate fucken Sandra was a journalist.. and to make fucken things worse.. someone cancelled what was meant to be the biggest event of my life... What the fuck was happening.. who was messing with me???

… Three days before Making sure Selena was still sleeping in the morning for him to take the boat and visit town, Sandro finally meets Abe at a nearby coffee shop. He had spent the past four days making Selena get used to his presence and even slowly lay down information on who she is to him and vice versa. As expected, she rebelled against him. Still insisted that he was crazy and wants to go home. A few good things that did work for him are when she asked him questions about what he knew about her and just spent time with her – falling in love with her all over again.

“I have been raking my brain trying to make sense of everything but I haven’t found anything that makes sense. The math doesn’t add up.” Natasha laughed. “Maybe it doesn’t add up with you but it does with me.” “Then help me understand.” He threw his arms in the air. “You remember when you first came to my company in San Francisco four years ago?” She started to explain. “At your welcome party, you remember you tried to chat me up and I kicked you in your nuts.” “How can I ever forget that day? You still haven’t told me why you did that when I was just asking for your number.”

Empty crisp wrappers, chocolate wrappers, ice cream papers and half eaten cones scattered the yellow sand. "What are you looking at?" I raised a question, still searching towards the crowd. Young children stumbled onto the moist sand, with small buckets and spades in their hands, they shouted and talked in excitement. He shook his head, giggling. His index finger was pointed towards the shore and asked, "She's beautiful, isn't she?" The corner of my lips curved into a smile when I saw a petite beautiful girl with freckles, picking shells. "Go get her brother!" I yelled, snorted.

She sent a text to her friend on their group page. C: Why aren’t you here Maddison? I feel like I’m going to lose it. M: I managed to excuse myself, cramps are the new excuse. J: Tell me what’s going on, let’s make jest of these people. C: There’s a snotty man laying beside me. Expensive shoes and all that but no class. M: Take a picture!

"Tell me he fell ill. Food poisoning or some kind of flesh-eating bacteria? Maybe there was an emergency phone call? Or no, wait, Sandro never needs an excuse. He's just bored, and he took off, right?" I sensed a deeper, more agonizing pain. He had previously shared with me the details of the altercation on the yacht with Sandro and how Sandro abandoned him just a week before his freshman year at Harvard. Without any explanation. I placed a hand on his broad shoulder, and a thunderous voice nearly ruptured my eardrums. Damn it. I let go, my nostrils flaring. Ashton rubbed his face, trying to conceal his anger from the fans. "Take a five-minute break," I suggested.

~Three months later~ Riley’s P.O. V The shimmering wet sand sweeps over my bare feet. The drizzling of water and the smell of salt only capture my senses. I stroll ahead closer to the water, letting salt water wash over my ankles. It’s been three months since the tragic incident and it feels like it happened yesterday. The waves are just like our life. The way time washes over us and every time it does, it makes us stronger as it moistens the dry sand. Time teaches us how to overcome obstacles and it makes us a better version of ourselves.