Andrea Russett Kian Lawley Novels & Stories

"Full name: Blair Astrid Andrews DOB: 4th October 1998 Age: 23 years Profession: Lawyer Blair Astrid Andrews is the one and only heiress of country's biggest construction company. Losing her parents at a ripe age of 7, Blair has been raised by her uncle Miguel Andrews and aunt Martha Andrews. Blair has expressed her disinterest in business and currently practices as a lawyer at the reputed KS Law Firm." Calvin pressed hard on his temple. KS Law Firm was rising at a terrifying rate. Just 7 years in business and they were already competing with many big named law firms. It's founder, Raiden Kingston was known to be a very competent lawyer who never lost a single case in his entire 7 years long

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

butted in the blonde with an obnoxious laugh. Kacey Jo placed her friend’s hand beneath the nail dryer. “Now you hold still Delia or I’ll charge you double. Besides Sterling don’t have it in him. And he was singing with me when Clyde was killed. We did two songs that night as I recall. “Let’s Make Love” duet by Tim and Faith and “Whiskey Lullaby” cause I just love Alison Kraus and the song really helps to show off my vocal range.” Leila reached down deep inside herself to keep from rolling her eyes. Kacey Joe had the vocal range of a tone death Monk who’d taken a vow of silence and her country twang was as fake as her tits.

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I jerked shaking it off. Dad was standing beside me looking at me with anger. "Huh?" I spoke in confusion as I looked at the priest and then my fiancé who looked furious. Why?….. "Do you Sapphire Ronaldo take James Russo as your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest repeated for second time. I stilled on my place. The breath knocked out of my chest. I thought I escaped him….but it was all an illusion….