My Time At Sandrock X Novels & Stories

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.

who is getting in her nerves every time? "Why? I guess. you are distracted with my charm" saying so he stepped back while she stamped her foot in distress. "Let's leave. It's already 4. " Sandy declared taking his Bugatti keys while Annie watched the time in shock. she didn't realise how time went so quickly. "I was searching for you after lunchtime. But it seemed you were busy in frustration " Sandy again mocked her while she widens her eyes. Did she cry in the washroom for so much time that she didn't realise the time?

"Well, I may slip over to the Three Horseshoes and play a few frames of billiards. I'm sure Graham and Ian will be there, tonight." "Enjoy yourself, win or lose." I found my mates in the pub, and we played for several hours. After twelve midnight, when I got back, I found Sandra convening on a heap of pillows in the middle of the room. I said hello, and she became aware of me for the first time. "I'm sorry. I didn't even realise you were there. I've been deep in thought, positioned here with my eyes closed." "Have you come to any decisions?" I asked.

He laughs so hard that Sophia and Evelyn exchange confused looks. "And his favorite song is 'Californication,'" Sandro finishes with a laugh. Sophia, unable to contain her curiosity, chimes in, "Wait, how do you know about Kyle's favorite song?" Sandro, still grinning, pulls out his phone and taps a few times. He turns the screen toward them, revealing a picture of a younger Sandro and Kyle at a concert, singing along to the Red Hot Chili Peppers. "Kyle and I were huge fans back in the day. We practically lived for their music," Sandro explains, nostalgia evident in his voice.

"You know what you have to do. Place it under her bed, where she won't find it." He gave me the stone. It looked similar to a crystal, red yet slightly translucent. I felt like there was hope. But deep down I had an unexplainable fear of what I would find out. I feared for Sandra's life. She was only beautiful thing I had in my life. Losing her would be losing myself. Ever since I had known her, ever since I saw her I knew she had to be mine. The first time I laid my eyes on her was when she was at the same river as where I found the stone. She didn't see me, but I saw her. A dog had gotten injured by a reckless driver. I heard the crash and rushed to the sound. But when I got there, I saw h

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

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.

She asked and walked. Should I just say, hey, your ruthless and selfish Alpha almost killed me? “That doesn't matter, Sandra. What matters is that I am fine now,” I said. She nodded affirmatively. I glanced at the wall clock, and it was 7 on the dot. “Oh my gosh, I'm late. Why didn't you tell me that time had gone like this?” I started undressing. “Stop panicking. Alpha usually gives sick employees a day off. Consider today as yours.” Sandra smiled.

“I wish to spend some more time with you. I will be leaving for New York by the coming week on a business trip. Hey, why not come with me?” “I can’t, what about my job?” “Ask Sandra for some time off. I know she will approve.” “Okay. I would love to come with you.” He cuddled me some more before I was able to pull myself away and headed home. Sandra looked up anxiously as I came in. “Sandra, there is something…” “I have found the mole Rebecca,” she said, cutting me off

Getting sand up my shorts and, if I was not careful, a crab pincer around my balls. “You didn't have to come with me. I'm capable of sunbathing by myself,” Sandra said, lying on her back on the sand. I rolled onto my side and proped myself up on my arm. “And why would I not come? I like spending time with you.” I dragged my finger across her flat stomach, and she squirmed. “Because.” She shrugged a shoulder. “Because?” “Yep. Because.” I flipped over and straddled her. She squealed and pulled her sunglasses off, flinging them to the side. She looked up at me, and I grinned wolfishly.