Novel & Cerita Sansa Sandor Fanfiction

"Not that I know. But, a search can be organised." "Hey darling," A beautiful brunette climbed onto Sandro's lap. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on his lips. Sandro let out a grunt. "Not today, Anna." "I see you are in a foul mood. Call me when you are free." She murmured, bit on his earlobe before sauntering away. "She's hot." Blaze said. "I thought only the moon goddess could get me mad for what she did to my family. But hell no, the bitch drives me crazy!"

Sandhya nodded as if she got a sudden enlightenment. “You understood what?”, Ren looked at her. Before she could get her answer, Sandhya stood up on her seat and said, “Hey Kane tell your crazy fangirls that there’s nothing between us and you helped me only because I fell on you after getting unconscious. I don’t want to be glared to death by them. Besides if they kept glaring, I am worried that their eyes might pop out of their sockets. So, could you please clear this mess up?”

Shyly, she glanced up at him. "I'm sorry," she rasped, her voice hoarse from crying. "I'll wash your shirt for you." "It's nothing," Lex reassured her, gently stroking her cheek. "Do you want to tell me what happened?" Sande sighed deeply, shaking her head with a sad expression. "She's not who I thought she was, Lex. She's a monster." Lex's brow shot up in surprise. "A monster? What do you mean?" "She wasn't even sorry!" Sande said, throwing her hands up in frustration. "She told me she loves Sinjin. Can you believe that?"

she said, feeling her blush burn her skin. “And?” he urged further. “The wand.” “Is that all?” Sandra sighed. He was not letting her off the hook until she told him exactly what she wanted. “You can use the damn clamps too,” she growled louder than she had wanted, causing him to laugh again. “I believe I have created a monster,” he teased kissing her neck. “An orgasm-crazed monster, if I recall.” “You brought me up here to demonstrate your manliness, not to spend the evening talking.” Sandra felt irritated with his teasing, though her ire was slowly diminishing.

' Running on River's mind. "No!" She pushed Spencer hard then stepped away from him. "And why again!? Don't you want freedom? Why are you now rejecting my offer!?" Spencer seemed to be wondering. "Are you really crazy huh! Spencer." She yelled angrily as she looked at Spencer's figure which now gradually changes his appearance, maybe because of what she taught. She was immediately covered with fear by Spencer, who now seemed to be enveloped in darkness. "DON'T YOU EVER SAY THAT WORD TO ME!"

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:

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.

Ronan growls, his voice echoing from the absolute depths of his chest. Sandra trembles, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor. “Supreme Alpha... it has been a long time.” Ronan doesn't even spare her a glance. “Who are you?” Sandra’s face burns with instant humiliation, turning a blotchy red. She had spent years boasting about her past academy days with him, only to be completely erased from his memory. Yvette, foolish and desperate to save face, pushes herself up slightly. “Supreme Alpha, she is Sandra! She was your academy classmate! I am her sister, Yvette!”

Whereas Tasha's response to Sansa had been to act sickly sweet rather than snap—which would have made her seem unnecessarily bitchy and hostile toward Sansa—Tala was much too direct to cope with her shit. And now the bitch had done what she knew would piss Tala the hell off: She’d touched her mate. Sansa threw her hands up in the air. “All I did was touch him with my fingertip—I was trying to heal the cut on his hand!” Tala sniggered. “Well thanks, E.T., but I can heal him myself! Touch him again, and—”