Andreas Dermanis Novels & Stories

Two shadowy figures were walking casually in their direction. There was a light puff of air as a pale blue flame flickered into life. A fair-skinned, handsome face appeared in front of Yannis and the others. Andreas lit a cigarette with the flame quivering on the tip of his finger. He inhaled deeply and smiled widely at Yannis as he said, "It's me!" Andreas had been bored out of his mind recently. Although the Ballards owned a huge fortune, it was managed by professionals. He didn't need to bother with it at all.

Combined with his eyes rolling briefly before closing dramatically. “I've said it many times, Vlo. Just call me by my name. No need for 'sir’. Call me by my name.” Eyes opened. Gaze directed. A name spoken. “Andreas.” Vlora tried to keep her composure. She nodded. “Yes, Mr. Andreas Sanders.” “Andreas. Just Andreas, Vlo,” Andreas corrected for the umpteenth time. A passing thought crossed his mind and a crooked grin appeared. “Is it so hard to say my name?”

Jeremiah said and laughed slightly. "You're about to lose your job and you're still in the mood to laugh. If someone sees you right now, they'll think you're out of your mind." "You said you'll handle and since you're Andrea Accardo, I believe you." Jeremiah smiled. "Don't flatter yourself. I'm only doing this because I feel guilty." She stated, moving her chair backward. "What's the name of the chairman?" "Reid Dahmer." "Reid Dahmer? Sounds so cliché. Can't believe it belongs to a jerk like him." Andrea mumbled underneath her breath, but Jeremiah clearly heard her.

“Yes Andrea. Dennis was equally happy when I told him.” Andrea leaped for joy. “Dennis really would be working with Alex Carlson? That's ten times the fame he had before. I'm so grateful to you dad.” Andrea hugged her dad dearly. “Come on now. Your music coach and his daughter are waiting downstairs. We all will be going to the concert together.” Mr. Greyson said as he led his daughter downstairs. Andrea's face brightened when she saw Remi, Coach Ethan's daughter. Remi was the same age as Andrea, but not of the same class, yet Remi was also a pro musician as her father trained her equally.

Andras sneered, grinning happily. Andras looked at Edmund with a superior look full of contempt. “A very weak dragon. Right, I was the one who summoned The Grim Reapers," Andras said, grinning widely. "What are you?" asked Edmund again breathlessly. "Andras. I'm a pure-blood demon. I am a marquess, and I lead 30 legions of demon soldiers. If a legion consists of 6000 demons, can you count how many demon soldiers I have? The Grim Reapers I summoned are only a small part of the demon army that I have, not including the low-class demon beasts," Andras said, boasting of the strength and power he possessed.

"Sorry Miss, You've got the wrong person. I use condoms and there is no way I would have a son that I didn't know existed. I brought the phone down, about to hit the red button when her pleading voice stopped me. " I beg you, Nikolas Sica, Samuel needs your blood. He might die soon and I know you don't believe anything I am saying but you have to. Nikolas, you have a son who is dying right now at Petrina Memorial and the only thing that could save him is your blood. Don't let him die..." There was something in her voice. The desperation–Honesty. She could not be lying but how could I have a son?

“He tried to keep you safe through everything, Lea. He didn’t want you getting too engaged in something that he knew that you wouldn’t be able to handle. He didn’t want you to fall…” “He pushed me down a cliff, an endless cliff, one that I can’t seem to find a way out of. The man doesn’t even care nor did it make a difference…” “He wouldn’t have known that he was going to die, Lea.” He said, stopping me. “Cosimo played the game that none of us is strong enough to go through alone. He has no soul, and I think that you don’t need to be told about what to do when it comes to…”

The grip wasn't painful this time, but it was inescapable. Andreas leaned down, his face inches from Nikos’s. He didn't look angry. He looked... curious. He drew a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he hovered near the crook of Nikos’s neck. "Interesting," Andreas whispered, his voice dropping to a register that made the hair on Nikos's arms stand up. "You don't smell like fear anymore, Nikos. You smell like... sandalwood and desperation. It’s a very particular scent. I think I might actually grow fond of it."

She noticed that he only went for work on the second day of their marriage and rest of the days he had worked in the office with his men on his beck and call. She was horrified when she came to knew that the new on the television of Gold stolen was the his husband doing. She knew her husband was no saint man. She read about him on the internet. The man was the leader of the California most dangerous mafia organisation “Scorpio” He is not to be messed with. He hates disobedience and disrespect. In his country, he holds control. He is called a beast. He kills without remorse. He is Alessandro Emilio, the greatest mafia lord of California's most powerful and dangerous group, SCORPIO.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”