Andre "dre" Christopher Lyon Novels & Stories

A small smile appeared on her face as she saw me when she looked at Andres again. “So the rumors were true after all. You knocked me up, and now you are playing house with your second chance mate?” “That is enough, Elizabeth,” Andres growled when I felt like I had heard this name somewhere. “Alpha Sanders.” all three of us turned around to see Doctor Quinn standing behind us.

And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance. She was someone I couldn't bear to watch from afar. She stood there, waving elegantly and blowing kisses as her heels descended on the stairs. I couldn't get much of a glimpse of her, though, but that dissatisfaction faded when I saw Michelle Blaze make his appearance. He was dressed in a Dior T-shirt and baggy trousers, a diamond chain hanging from his neck as a different style of Gold mask relaxed on his face. His hair was neatly braided to the back as he chewed a piece of Gum in his mouth, while talking to his manager.

Timothy and Alpha Reed stiffened in their seats as I asked Luke questions. "So Lindon, you've been arrested and tried for rape against a breeder that was 16 and getting ready to go off of to be sold. She subsequently got pregnant and had your child, who is now 4 years old. Do you see that child?" "No, not allowed." "Would you like to?" "Well yeah, he's my son and it was a drunk mistake." "Really? What do you then call the subsequent second and third rape charge? Both of which didn't result in children, but you were charged for?"

Andy turned his body a bit twisted to his side to face Leandro. "I am not sure what connections, good or bad, you have with each other but this man, whom you all seemed to call, Charles Anderson, if I am not mistaken, is Lawrence Duncan," Andy's eyebrows formed a single line as he was so confused himself. "He was also a Marine just like Leith Peters, but Lawrence Duncan was given a dishonorable discharge for doing a crime declared confidential by the higher authorities."

“My lord. A message from Valerian.” Alexandro snatched the letter, recognizing the seal at once. He broke it and read quickly. By the time he finished, a slow exhale passed his lips. He looked toward the horizon, his eyes like steel. “So he agreed.” Jacob stood nearby, his arms crossed. “Do you trust him?” “No,” Alexandro said. “But I don’t have to trust him. I just need answers.” “What if he’s telling the truth?” “Then we may be facing an enemy we don’t understand yet,” Alexandro murmured.