Sandy Outsiders Novels & Stories

She sighed then her gaze shifted to my arm. "What happened to your arm?" Annah points at my left arm that's wrapped in a casket. "Don't worry about it." She eyes me for a second then lets it go knowing that I'll be fine. "Anyway, back to business." Annah is an arms dealer, her company is one of the best companies out there they call themselves 'The Caters' She does dirty work here and there but she knows how to cover up her tracks

“I want to take a break from working, especially with this new baby.” Ryan nodded slowly. “I think I’ll stay a while before making a decision on if I’ll leave or not.” Footsteps approached from the house. Sandy appeared at the terrace door, coat already on, scarf looped loosely around her neck. “There y’all are,” she said. “Been searching for you.” She looked at Tiana, then Ryan, then back to Tiana. “I’mma head out for a bit. Want to meet someone. Don’t miss me so much.”

said Stefanie as she came down. “No problem. How are sales today?” "Nothing special has happened so far," Stefanie shrugged. “By the way, David came to visit.” Sandra chuckled in annoyance. Her new life in this small town is perfect, except for one thing: the existence of David Greg. A strange man who still chased her even though she had repeatedly rejected his confession of love. She could compare the man's existence to a mosquito in a tropical forest. That was how annoying the man was. “I've said it many times: I'm not interested in him.”

I let her know about the pack members undermining Kieran, making Samson feral more quickly, and killing three of the people so far, as well as the one who snuck out last night. “Do you need help, Reagan? I can be there late tonight.” “No, we’re good. We’re rooting them out. We think there are a couple more of them. Besides I still have Meady and Mody here.” “Who?” she asks. I snort. “Meadow called Asmodeus ‘Asy’. He thought Meady and Mody had a better ring to it. Obviously, I agree with him.”

Sandy’s expression turned down right glacial as she looked at Lily. “Lily Marie Nawassa, this is…I would never have pegged you for a coward,” she stated and Lily gawked at her, trying to ignore Chris’s attempts to keep from laughing. She started to defend herself, but a sharp look from Sandy made her go silent. “I don’t want to hear it! Right now, I’m disappointed with your actions. I thought I taught you better than this,” she demanded, then turned to Chris.

Sandy’s eyes flick to me immediately. Asking if I’m alright. If I want her to stay. If this is a mistake. I give a single nod. Her lips press into a thin line. Clearly, she disagrees. But she stands, gathers her things. “I’ll be outside.” “I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Mortius says with a faint chuckle. Sandy gives him a look that suggests she isn’t entirely sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. A moment later, the door clicks shut behind her.

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

"I told you that I wanted to get plowed by as many men as I could. It was an oath I took." "You took an oath to be a slut?" She shrugged her shoulders, "What can I say I'm in my hoe era." "You're ridiculous." I sat on my bed and opened up the envelope. I pulled out a stack of papers but on top was another envelope. I set them all down and opened it up. "Finny girl,

At gusto ko ring bigwasan ang sarili ko dahil nagawa ko pang isipin saglit kung paano siya sasagutin. “Myra . . . ” The guy scratches his head after recovering from the shock. “Sa tingin ko hindi sasagot iyan.” Sa tingin niya lang? Of course, I can’t answer them, like totally can’t! These lower beings are really . . . really . . . uh! I looked at the wide path on the left side of the stable and saw that it will head to the forest with gigantic trees. That’s the only option I have, because I think the road on the right is where these two lower beings came from.

“Or it'll never get watched.” “Fine,” I pouted, remembering the game. I felt like I had multiple personalities. A double life – the NY Sandra and the California Samdra. Yet, the California Sandra had two, maybe three different Sandra's rolled into it. The friend Sandra, the game Sandra and then... Maybe a Jack Sandra. I wish I knew what Sandra I really was. “What movie is it?” Jack wrinkled his nose. “Uh, good question.” I laughed, and he pulled a box out from under his bed. “Chances are, most of these belong to Maggie, so there could be anything in here.”