Sandy Outsiders Novels & Stories

Sandy We had a great evening after business had ended. I went outside, well me and Jay, while Jospeh and the others made plans. He sent Miss Janet to pack my things. I told him I could do it but he wouldn't hear of it. When sitting outside I decided to weed some of the flower gardens. I wanted to feel like I was doing something to help. Jay just stood and watched around the property. The flowers out here were so beautiful. So many Roses, of different colors, the smell was intoxicating. I found myself wondering if they had a landscaper do it. Ryan always did. He would allow me to pull the weeds though. It was a peaceful time when I could be outside. I started to enjoy it. I probably sat out

“All right, kids. What say we play catch-up over at the beer tent? I’m getting hungry and thirsty.” Sandy tittered. A lusterless “ha, ha, I don’t care whatever” kind of sound. Bobby nodded weakly, happy to fall in step with the couple on the far side of Tommy, where he didn’t have to see the pale and cracked vision of what Sandy Clem had become. ***

I know he's still alive. "I see you are still the coward you used to be. You don't have to send my mate away because you want to fight me alone. How stupid of you. Would my mate leave me alone if I can not defend myself? You should know by now how much we love each other. You're such a coward. Sandy has no experience as a warrior. She was an Omega who cleaned the packhouse. How could she help you train the wolves? Oh, I see. She's your mate. And here you were, teasing me about having an older mate! What a joke!" I laugh, and my warriors laugh with me.

My bones nearly cracked from the impact as it slammed against the hard floor. I glared at the crowd of people who'd been my family for the first 20 years of my life, now threatening and beating me up all for the sake of an outsider, and felt my heart turn to stone. I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips and glared daggers at them. "I'm going to call the police! Not a single one of you is getting out alive!" Isaac was even more enraged by this. He kicked me hard in the back and thundered, "The police! To hell with that, you stubborn old bitch! I'm going to fucking beat you black and blue!"

Alley said before she walked out of the bathroom. Sandy didn't move a lot in the bath, so I sat next to it and started cleaning her, "That women you are with, is she your mom?" I asked trying to get her to talk a little. "No, my mommy and daddy died." Sandy replied and I froze. "I'm very sorry, who is the woman?" I asked. "I don't know. She found me hiding in the woods." Sandy replied and it was then I realized how well spoken she was. "How old are you Sandy?" I asked looking at her a little closer. "Eight." She whispered and I felt my heart break. She was so tiny.. "So those people you are with.. you don't know any of them?" I asked. "No, I only went to school and home. I don't see many peo

The door creaked open, and Sandy appeared, well-dressed, out. James wasted no time asking her: “Have you put Coco, your dog, in a kennel?" he asked, concern evident on his face. Sandy nodded, but a wave of anxiety enveloped her as she turned to me. Her voice trembled as she whispered in my ear, “I forgot to tell you about the special guest. He's my cousin Oliver, and let me tell you, he's the neatest man I've ever seen. Surviving his visit is like surviving in hell."

************"************* SANDY (pov) Oh my goodness!! I'm in trouble! sandy thought. her body shaking, sweat dripping under her blue cardigan, the thought rummaged through her head, it was like missing puzzles far off in different hides. She stalkingly walked to the females, thinking if she didn't sit for a minute she might faint. was she getting fired? or was there something she did not know or was missing? Different torturing thoughts and assumptions ran through her head. she knew there would not be an answer until tomorrow.

Our Nana has a few screws loose and suffers from what we’ve dubbed Old Lady Syndrome, meaning she’s lost her filter and it’s gotten worse since last year. “It’s been a while since we had her over,” Mom reminds me. “How are you liking it in Eastwood?” she asks Scarlet. “You’re from Chicago, right?” “I am,” Scarlet answers. “And it’s nice here. Very quiet.” “Quinn lived in Chicago for a few years, and I used to enjoy going for a visit. Though a visit is all I could stand. I was born and raised here. I like my yard and my privacy.” Scarlet laughs, nodding in agreement. “I could see that. I’m used to hearing the L and the constant chatter of people on my street.”

❤️Sophie❤️ I have exactly forty-eight hours. Forty-eight hours to find a man whose name I don't know. Forty-eight hours before my father throws me out of his house if I can't find the so-called man. My life has officially become a disaster. “I still think we should go back to the club.” Sandy folds her legs beneath her on the bed as she watches me pace across her bedroom for what has to be the hundredth time today.