Andi Mack Novels & Stories

“Mack, you know that I hate you when you are this cheerful at 5:00 am!” Mack has been my partner for two long years, but we have been best friends for a little over sixteen years. We became friends in high school, and it felt like we were friends for our whole lives, we just had a connection. He joined the police force about five years ago in Nevada but transferred to Klamath Oregon two years ago. There are only two people in my life that know what I have been through. I keep my past extremely private; I don’t want pity for the trauma I sustained so I keep everything to myself.

"You must be Andrea's wife?" I nodded before looking over to Andrea. He was dancing salsa on the table with a few of the other important men in his cartel. They were all so drunk and it was sort of funny but it was still Andrea. "I'm Julia," she said. "I only know him through my mate." "I'm Ella," I said shaking her outstretched hand. She had a warm tone and just radiated friendliness as she smiled. "Who is your mate?" I asked. "You probably know him," she began. "Chico. One of Andrea's guards."

I look at him oddly. “Do you know whose dick you just blew?” He takes a sip from his glass. “No.” I lie. “That man,” he smiles brightly, bobbing his head up and down with excitement. “Is Amar Diamandis.” He laughs. “He owns the biggest law firm in Auckland City. He has all the little piggies under his thumb. Under his beck and call because he is a force to be reckoned with. His family comes from money back home in Athens. His grandfather runs the Philadelphia Greek Mob in the States. That man exudes power wherever he goes.” He looks at me silently for a minute, his eyes heavy on my face.

A simple search of her would only show that as well. Mack had stood by her that day and even deflected some of the reporters who were getting too close to her. He had acted more like a family member than a friend even though the eight-year age difference was there between them. The two had tried to stay in touch. Mack had joined the army as an officer and went off to basic, then was stationed overseas. The two emailed for years as Mack moved up in rank. Then she made a mistake that cost her their friendship.

It was not Annita who was at his side though "Mackayla I would like you to meet Camron Diazo, Camron this is Mackayla Anders." He smiled with perfect teeth held out his hand "nice to finally meet you. Mackayla took it his hand was warm and a little rough. What the heck do they put in the water down here" Mackayla muttered and everyone laughed. Camron was at least six feet, dark olive-toned skin, brown hair and hazel eyes. He had perfect white teeth, a toned body, which he show cased in a tight black wife beater, and tan knee length shorts.

She adds. That earns a few laughs, mostly from Tianya and Kylynn. I can hear soft giggling from my side, so I know my little sprite also finds this funny. A man about my height sits down beside her as Alayni rolls her eyes. I recognize him as Travis Halestrum. His family owns numerous hotels and restaurants all over the world. We have wanted to meet with him for a few years now. I see the exact moment when he notices Tianya and Kylynn.

*** Meanwhile, in the master's bedroom, Maverick lay on his bed while holding a picture of a stunning South American beauty. In the picture, her smile radiated the whole place. One could get lost in them. Maverick smiled and stroked the picture lightly, “You know what Amber? I met a fatty today. Don't ask me if I like her cause I don't. She's rude, ugly well maybe a little pretty and she's chubby. I wish you were here right now. You could have met her and maybe liked her. I miss you a lot best friend. Do you miss me too?”

So India’s suggestion that Domini take her concerns to Velma and Macie was met with a horrified and vehement no. “My aunt had knee replacement surgery. There were orthopedic patients up the wazoo. She said some were diabetics there for amputation. Yuck. Which makes me glad Cam McKay keeps his fake leg covered up, because I’d barf if I ever saw it. I mean, can you imagine? Eww.” “Cam McKay is a decorated war hero. Eww, doesn’t exactly come to mind when I see him.” “He is a total hottie, too bad he’s a cripple.”

Like Vanessa, the mystery between the three people listed there was still unclear. "Zamora, Gomez, and Deniega," Zane spoke. Seeming to know something. "They are all philanthropists, right?" "They are," answered the police officers. "They are all rich people and as I learned from a little research of mine, they are the best friends of the hotel's founder, Mr. Fredricko and Mr. Eduardo's father," he added. From the moment she heard those explanations, a bright light popped up inside Raine's head. An idea just came out that'll solve the second mystery they were trying to uncover.

It pleased him to know that his help was happy and satisfied. “How about Jackson? Is he here, or did he go back to the ranch?” “He left a few days ago. He’s just as serious about the cattle as Mike is about those damned sheep.” Mike Anderson grew up on a sheep ranch in Australia that suffered from repeated seasons of draught and bad money management. Hearing about the land of gold and plenty, his family immigrated to the western territory of the United States in search of gold and a new life. When he realized that his father was using his famous poor money sense while chasing rainbows, he set out to make a life for himself. To his dismay, when he found himself in Montana with no money and