Sandbenders Avatar Novels & Stories

Sandra replied as she took out a robber band from her shorts pocket and fixed her hair up in a ponytail. "Mm, I see. Who are these visitors?" Audrey was curious as to which people Alpha Lake could be so freely letting into his territory. "Um, I don't know either," Sandra shook her head. "I do," Alex's voice rang from behind them. "Oh, hey, Alex. You're late," Sandra used her wooden spear to spank Alex on his ass. Alex saw the attack coming and dodged it, infuriating his attacker. "Who are they?" Audrey asked directly.

The rest interpret her shudder as a sign of disgust for the demons and they burst into raucous laughter. “Do you all think this is funny? There is a possible threat to the peace we currently enjoy and you can still cackle like old hags?” Sandara asks, stupefied at their actions. “Don’t insult our intelligence, Sandra,” Herschey, the Silver Witch of the West remarks. Sandara simply rolls her eyes at the witch’s intentional mispronunciation of her name. She is too smart to be drawn in by such taunts.

“I can see we have a lot to talk about.” I nodded. “Yes, I think we do.” “May I ask who your vigilant friend is?” Tabitha asked. “Oh, right,” I winced. I was probably not making the best impression, hiding behind another wolf like that. “This is Sandra. She’s our pack beta, and my friend and bodyguard.” “Hello,” Sandra said. She made absolutely no move to step out from in between Tabitha and me. “Hello.” Tabitha replied. “May I ask why you feel the need for a bodyguard?”

Sandra fancied herself to be every lady's fantasy, but certainly not the one in front of her. "Of course, I'm Sandra Williams." "Have you ever repaired a laptop?" "Certainly not." Gabriella gently swung her hair to the side. "Alright, don't ever tell me how to perform my work again." Sandra was dumbfounded, so she returned to her previous spot. After a while, Gabriella prompted Javier to enter his password, and the laptop was fully operational. Regardless, Gabriella was irritated that she had dressed up for Javier now that his insufferable fianceé was here. She sent Javier a lethal glance.

"But, how?" Evander shrugged. "I might have manipulated it, just a lil bit" he said, putting his thumb and index fingers together, to emphasize little. Alexander hugged him, patting his back. "Thank you, brother." "You don’t have to worry about your own mate too." "Gosh, I completely..." "She's standing right next to you." "What?" Alexander was confused. Evander shrugged and released himself from the embrace. "Your mate is Sandra." Alexander gasped. "Really?"

“We won’t do anything.” Bachmeier grinned a rotting yellow snarl at her as he stepped out of the car and opened the door Sabrina was chained to, jerking her forward. He unfastened the cuff and tossed his dirty, smelly jacket across the arm that connected them. “Unfasten that one,” he said, nodding to the hand holding Sandra to the opposite door. “But you’ll stay connected. It’ll be harder to run if you’re stuck together.” Sabrina reached across the seat and unlocked the cuff that held Sandra’s arm secure. He took the small key back and slipped it in his pants pocket. Even if Sandra had considered trying to get it from him, there was no way in hell she was going to touch him there.

The game was designed to break you, to find whatever trauma you'd buried and drag it kicking and screaming into the light. The bus finally stopped. Through the window, I could see a desert. Endless sand stretching in every direction, glowing faintly under a sky that had no sun. The sand itself seemed to move, shifting and reforming into patterns that looked almost like faces. "Welcome to the Sandbox," the driver's distorted voice said. "Population: you. Try not to lose yourself." The doors opened, and heat hit us like a physical force. It wasn't just warm—it was burning, suffocating, like the air itself was trying to cook us alive.