Sandy Outsiders Novels & Stories

The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along. ... As if on cue, my mother's call came through. "Aurora, there's a sudden sit-down with the capos. We won't be back at the manor tonight."

I clocked out and headed home. When I got there, something felt off. Sandy wasn't home. It was late—where could she be? I grabbed my phone and called her. "Sandy, where are you?" "Oh... oh, honey, I'm at the gym," she said, panting. She sounded like she really was working out. "Babe, who's calling you?" The voice on the other end stopped me cold. Gym, huh? "Sandy, who was that just now?" "Oh, that? That's my trainer and his girlfriend," she said, way too quickly.

He said "Well, I guess you finally got her out of here," Mark said "I knew I would," I replied "It's about time we finally got rid of that bitch. she didn't belong here with us, "Sandy said. After lunch, Sandy pulled me outside and behind the bleachers."I know we aren't mates, but that doesn't mean we can't have some fun. Happy Birthday," She says.

I kept my attention ahead while walking, holding the container carefully against my chest as the warmth seeped faintly through the cloth. Then a familiar voice cut through the quiet. “Well, look who it is.” My body went still instantly. I turned slowly and found Sandy standing several feet away with her usual group gathered behind her, arms folded across her chest while amusement curled across her face. “Carrying soup around in the middle of the night now?” she asked mockingly. “That’s pathetic even for you.” I lowered my gaze briefly and tried walking past her without responding. She stepped directly into my path. “What’s the rush?” she continued casually. “Going to visit your poor little m

I ask, my servant-bot slowly hovering at the base of my staircases. “Unstoppable had been beaten,” my servant-bot starts,” The OutCasts had defeated him and now, he is begin held in a maximum-security prison cell at IronWall Prison.” “I guess Unstoppable wasn’t so unstoppable after all,” I say, my eyes still focus on the hundreds and hundreds of screens in front of me. As I keep on watching, I see so many people walking around, doing whatever it is want. I see them speeding through the streets. I see them throw their trash everywhere. I see them act like uncaged animals.

River was born here in the coven like I was, so he was around my whole life. Our Earth elemental friend is Sandy. She likes to wear sundresses with boots after training each day. She seems sweet but I swear she's crazy as fuck. Her familiar is a damn tarantula named Legs, for crying out loud. This crazy friend of ours came to the coven with her parents when she was five. She was just as strange then as she is now.

Sandy complained. Sandy was a close friend that I had gotten from the college after Zelia and she is someone that I knew I could count on, even though there are still things that are needed to be kept under the bus and surprisingly she hates Zelia. They have never been a fan of each other and doesn’t stay in the same place for a minute or less. “I know, Sandy and I truly apologize. I did try to get to you afterwards, but it was fatal.” I apologized.

Kevin interjected. "Yes, indeed!" "I still can't believe she got pregnant for another man. She's pathetic!" Brandon added. "I couldn't agree more. She lost a perfect man, me! And to be honest, I couldn't care less about her and her baby daddy. She can go suck his dick!" David smirked, earning him the admiration of his friends. Later, he excused himself and went outside with the excuse that he needed to make a phone call. As he stepped outside, David lit a cigarette and breathed in deeply, allowing himself to be consumed by his thoughts. He reached into his pocket for his phone, preparing to make a call.

Sandy considered the question before answering, "I don't know. Maybe two or three times at the most. Why?" Ignoring the question, Aphrodite asked, "So, you are confident that you would know the president of Coastline Multimedia if you saw him? Can you describe him for us?" Somewhat confused by the questions, Sandy glanced at Lana before answering, "He's a big white guy, probably close to seven feet tall..." "Go on," Aphrodite coaxed. "What else?" Shrugging, Sandy said, "He's in good shape and not bad looking I suppose. He has short blonde hair and I don't recall his eye color. I wouldn't mistake him for someone else if that's what these questions are about."

I explained to him. “Like now.” Sandy said looking outside the window. Then we saw Lucky driving the car and they both are grinning like idiots. Vicky already knows the address to the beach house so he passed us and drove away. “Weird!” is the only word uttered by the backseat weird person. I couldn’t help but role my eyes. I looked at Sandy and I just have only one wish. I wish that my Parents accept her completely and which I know is a difficult thing.