Novel & Cerita Sandor Clegane Fanfiction

This Sandro is not interested. I am not in Whiltred. I am not with my father. I need to find a way now. To stay here longer until I decide on my next step. “Sandro—,” “We are done, Vincenzo,” Sandro said with finality. VINCENZO? Of all the names... My sleep-deprived brain immediately pictured the mafia lawyer from that K-drama. And I burst into laughter.

Third-Person POV Sandra was quite pleased with how things were unfolding. She smiled smugly. “As long as you do what I say, I guarantee you’ll be living comfortably.” “Yes, Ms. Sauders. I await your orders.” Canice lowered his gaze, hiding the disgust that flickered in his eyes. He couldn’t afford to offend Alpha Lycus, not when he still needed money for his younger sister’s healer fees. Once Sandra straightened her healer’s gown, she spoke with unsettling calm:

But there was something about them that seemed different, Something that seemed to set them apart from Sylvester's men. At the front of the group stood a giant of a man, his massive frame and imposing presence making him seem almost invulnerable. He was Gregory Clegane, a former knight who had once served under Sylvester's rule. But something had driven him to rebel against his former master, and now he stood before us, his eyes fixed on Alexander with a fierce glare. "Gregory," Alexander spat, his voice dripping with venom. "i should have known you'd be involved in this."

Sandra said and made to walk out on him, but Ethan pulled her back immediately. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I am talking about. I am sure you were still expecting me to be down in the hospital since your sugar daddy beat the hell out of me. I know you both planned to kill me and I assure you both that you will regret what you did," Ethan swore and Sandra folded her fist. How dare he call Tyler her sugar daddy? Tyler might be old, but his physique says another thing entirely; he is even hotter than Ethan. Maybe she would ask Ethan to go look at himself in the mirror and see how shapeless he was.

Yes, she is a lycan. Sandy moaned some more. I let my ander hand touch Lee’s knee and let is slide down her tigh slowly. I position myself between her legs slightly too. The guy following my movements. “Your are putting protection on, right?” Sandy asked and I chuckled. “Let’s see you want in a bit,” I responded and she gasped as she felt him move between her legs. Yeah, this is going to be scary for Sandy since she only had me between her leg. I can understand her protesting.

Hi guys! This is a dark romance with questionable themes like bondage, dark kinks, sadism and masochism. I like to write female leads that talk back, fight back and give the male lead a tough time. If this isn't your cup of tea, this is not the story for you. Chapter 1. Ugh. They're at it again. I rolled my eyes as I walked into the lavish dining room where mother and father were arguing about yet another mishap.

Because it seems they’re up to something, I don’t know what, but I’ll find out. I looked at my split knuckles in the rearview mirror. They were bleeding, staining the leather of the steering wheel red. I reached out and touched the blood, tracing the line of it. I couldn't feel the wound. "You think you can keep her from me?" I whispered to the empty car. "You're wrong.” As I drove toward the city, the rage started to cool into a hard, sharp edge. Sandor thought he was playing a game of power. He didn't realise that for me, this wasn't a game.

he insisted, his tone resolute. Sensing the tension escalating, Luke, Liam's Beta, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. Blue light flickered in his gaze as his fangs began to protrude, a silent warning to anyone who dared challenge his Alpha's authority. He stood ready to defend Liam and Hannah with every fiber of his being.

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor

Distant Shadows The vineyard felt colder on the walk back. Elena’s knees still ached from the dirt, her thighs sticky with Sandro’s release, but the afterglow had curdled into something sharp and metallic. Claire. Hit. The words echoed with every step. Sandro’s hand stayed firm on her lower back, guiding her toward the villa lights, but his jaw was locked, eyes distant. He was already shifting into the man who burned bloodlines.