Andi Mack Novels & Stories

The man said in a rush. “Daniel, this is Cordelia Blackwell, she's helping Sheila. Now, there's a coffin in my trunk. Get it and follow me to the back of the mansion.” I wasn't sure what happened, but Daniel and Cadell both stared at each other, a silent conversation was happening between them. And I remembered reading about the mind link between pack members. Daniel's eyes widened before drifting towards me and bowing his head slightly. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Blackwell. My name is Daniel Braxton, the Beta of the pack.”

Despite them not really knowing about us being wolves, the fact that she had a lover over her husband was enough to have others putting a question mark. “If it isn’t our famous Pakhan and his beloved maiden” Andreas Garcia, one of the Mexican partners we had. The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

They aren't just the band that performs here, they are also famous and have producer bands as well. Marvin is the pianist in the band. He is also adept at other instruments. "No, I still have a part-time job. Go ahead," she replied. Joseph Quinton and Mark Salazar also came down. “Won’t you take your payment first before going to your next job?” Marks asked, the beatboxer in the group. It was with Joseph who was the drummer of the band. "I'll take it before I go," Ameira replied sparingly. As for Ameira, she put the guitar in its bag. She works at an exclusive hotel in Makati, Manila, as a housekeeper. She probably has five jobs a day, so she barely has time to rest.

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

Mack asks catching a glimpse of a woman walking. “Which one?” Adelaide asks “Camera 5” Mack answers. Adelaide rewinds the video. “There!” He says as Adelaide pauses it. “What the fuck, shit, Alpha you need to get your warriors out there now” Mack states out loud. “You know this woman?” Adelaide ask him.

I cursed in my mind, but calmed down on that subject as it wasn't our main focus right now, and I settled down to wait for whatever Matt was about to say. "Okay,” he said, moving his eyes from the documents and looking very annoyed, "Well, this is all bullshit." “Why?” I asked tense. “This is all illegal or so I think, knowing the way Abigail's father thought.” “What are you talking about?” Arthur asked sweating. “Mike Pembroke, he was James Ward's lawyer since he decided to expand the network of dealerships around the world... What a coincidence that said lawyer was my professor in business law and estate planning.... I know how it works; I started my career with him.”

While some of the nurses—who Deloris discovered were rarely actually registered nurses—napped in a nearby chair waiting for alarms or commotion from their patients, others read or stared for hours on end at their cell phones, no doubt heightening their social media status with pictures of kittens and puppies or better yet, political propaganda. Adelaide’s nurse, a big burly man named Mack, was fond of his social media, yet he often chose sleeping as his favorite way to pass the time. As I eased through the entry from the courtyard—the one that Isaac had left unlocked—I envisioned the scenes I’d watched multiple times. I recalled Mack securing Adelaide’s hands. I heard his tenor as he mocked

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

Danika Williams It was a tiring day, I was on the ramp all day, with those hot lights blasting on my face and high heels which I think were invented to murder feet. I just wanted to go home, shower and have sex with Henry. Henry wasn’t my friend or my boyfriend. He was a guy I have sex with sometimes when I am not dating anyone. He is totally gorgeous but unfortunately he is a dolt. You can’t have a normal conversation with him, his IQ is that low. But its good sex, also he just leaves after we are done so I don’t have to worry about getting rid of him like some other guys.