Sandor Clegane Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Derrick, why are you so angry?” The hurt confusion in her voice just pissed him off even more. “You can’t let him go,” Derrick said harshly. “Within hours of telling me you love me, you’re dreaming of him. Telling him you love him in your dream and apologizing, for fuck’s sake. For what? Cheating on him? Being disloyal to a dead man? Here’s a piece of information for you, Sandra. Clement is dead. He’s not coming back. He left you and he’s not coming back. Get over it and deal with it.”

She had never suffered so much indignity before in her life. Sandy was almost deranged with anger. She gnashed her teeth while staring at Philip and groped for her phone. “Brother… Come to the factory quickly, I was beaten! Four of my teeth have been knocked out! Bring your men, those from the Green Dragon Court. Come here at once! I want to kill them! Kill all of them!” Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air when they heard that! It was completely over. Sandy’s brother, the adopted son of Old Master Logan, Sean Logan, would be here soon!

He immediately asked, like the words burned his tongue. "He is old. No, we aren't fucking, asshole. Go find Cynthia, or your other whores to entertain you." "Do you miss me?" He asked like I just said nothing. "No! Get it through your simple little mind that I don't want you." I stood to place Charlie with his siblings inside the little make shift bassinet. "They are perfect. We did this, Sasha. Me and you did this." I was about to turn and punch him in the face when he suddenly grabbed me from behind. "Stop fighting me, Dove. I need you and I know you need me. Your wolf needs me, my Lycan." He pleaded as his mouth sat right on my neck.

his homely look is way better if she's asked. His brother, Nathaniel Stark.was almost as handsome as him, but in a bad boy way, the pictures Sandy saw were of him in biker jackets and sitting on bikes. tattoos blasted on his body. he has Golden hair brushed to the front, and his green eyes are the same as his brother's. With a sinewy body and a more relaxed and carefree demeanor.his pictures with his dead fiance were his most smiling pictures. They both look happy. Even Sandy who doesn't know them could tell they loved each other.

I bellowed. Power surged through me, my Lycan form rippling just beneath the surface. I launched myself at the rogue band with savage force. Claws extended, fangs bared, I tore through their lines like a force of nature. Bones cracked under my fists. Blood sprayed hot across the snow as I crushed the leader’s throat with one merciless twist. My warriors joined the fray, but I was a whirlwind of destruction, driven by the image of Bella standing alone in that market, covered in garbage and saying nothing.

Matt states as he moves to my side and places a calming hand on my shoulder, bringing me more peace than I expected it to convey. The rage my father is displaying is unbecoming of an Alpha. His growls and screams becoming louder by the moment, bringing more onlookers to the packhouse. “Oh no,” Clara calls as she sucks in a gasping breath of air in fear. “What is it?” Judith and I both turn to look at what she is gasping at. “Oh boy, here we go.” I laugh as I see Onyx’s father run out of the house, naked toward my father. “What is this? Get away from me!” My father cringes backward from the naked man, and I laugh. “This isn’t funny. He doesn’t know this is supposed to be a secret!” Clara bark

He questions threateningly. "Stop this." Sandy orders, but her voice was too weak making her unable to vocalize her Alpha tone. "Oh no, sweetheart. You can't command me. Your friends aren't being helpful so I'm going to have to do this the cruel way." He opens the bottle and lets a drop of the purple fluid land on Sandy's leg. Sandy hisses in pain as the single drop burns her skin. "Let her go!" I plead. "She does not deserve any of this!"

Sandy too won't go against Arya's wish in this matter. "Hello," sandy took his call and spoke without seeing the id. "Arya, " he spoke again when checked the id. "Everything is set" Arya replied carefully laying down in the office room. "Why are you doing this when we have men to do" sandy is all annoyed when Arya doesn't listen to him. "I wish to do" he replied curtly as if it's the end of the argument. "Listen, I just noticed. I have seen Raj uncle before. He is dad's friend. Do you remember him?" Sandy asked all amused. He didn't give a thought to it back then when he is all happy to meet his Cinderella.

SANDY’S POV. The heavy metal edge of the locker dug painfully into my shoulders as I leaned against it, my perfectly manicured nails pressing so hard into the spine of my textbook that the thick cardboard bent sharply beneath my grip. The hallway buzzed with the usual noise of students rushing between lectures, conversations overlapping loudly beneath fluorescent lights, but all of it faded into meaningless background noise compared to the scene unfolding several feet away from me. Lucas. My fiancé. The future Alpha of the Blood Moon pack.

ONE: SANDRA’S POV. It was the D-day—the day I dreaded the most.. My father was to marry me off to an unknown stranger, or should I say—sell me off. I had always wished that this day never came the moment my father told me about his plans to get me engaged to a Lycan King.. I couldn’t care less if he was a king or not—but I wasn’t happy because I haven’t met the so-called person before. When I was still a kid, I felt loved by my father—unknown to me that he was doing that to further his political alliances.