Andrew Garfield X Reader Novels & Stories

“Do all girls read The Great Gatsby? And would you consider it weird for a guy if you knew he’s read the entire thing cover to cover ten times in one year?” I read my reply, “I’ve read it more than twenty times already, so that obsession is very welcome. Oh, the only thing hotter than a gentleman is a gentleman that reads.” His reply: “You’d be glad to know I draw too.” “Well, let’s just say the back of my thumb is pressed to my forehead from the hit that is.” I’d added laughing emojis and cute hearts, too. “My name is Genevieve; Genevieve Carlyle.” “Is it bad if a guy swoons too? I’m Felix; Felix Whitmore.”

Death with Reader would be better than a lifetime of living without him. "If I board, you board?" Guard asked again, insistent on getting an answer, "I will not leave you." Reader nodded once in assent and Guard surprised his friend by leaning down to set his shoulder against the other's torso, lifting him off his feet as he began to run.

she asked and glanced at the front page again, where centered bold black letters proclaimed,Three Days with You by Wendy Andrews “My neighbor’s masterpiece,” Jack told her with a meaningful nod. Sarah raised her eyebrows. “She wrote a book?” Jack nodded with a crooked smile. “Yep! Obviously.” “And you’re the first who gets to read it or what?” Sarah’s tone had turned slightly scathing. Jack shrugged. “One of the first at least, I guess.” He grinned. “Supposedly she needs an unbiased guy to verify that what she writes isn’t totally off from the male perspective… ”

He refused to believe Andrew took out Andarov alone, thinking there had to be someone powerful pulling strings behind the scenes. The Haywoods' fighter trembled and quickly reported, "Yes sir. We looked into it. Just one person—Chantelle Garcia, Governor McCormick's secretary. Other than her, Andrew has nothing in Blumedale. Just a few nobodies from Jayrodale." Xavier swung the broadsword, slicing a full set of vintage furniture into splinters. The damages were worth at least a million, but the money meant nothing—his fury could not be soothed. He barked, "Bring me my full uniform. If Andarov couldn't do it, then I'll go myself. I'll end Andrew's pathetic life—with my own hands—as a soldier

Read usually just ask if I had already eaten then go back to his work. "You're weird and yes everything is okay, why?" I asked back, he shrugged and I raised a brow at him "You want to ask something," I stated, his actions had been so obvious around me "How come you can read me?" He asked again and I groaned "Really, Read? Ask me what you wanted to ask not some random questions that are obviously not important." I exclaimed and he sighed "I was just gonna ask what's between you and Andrew, you've been too close lately." He muttered

Or react rashly but he just pulled me closer to him and wrapped his hands around me, the warmth of his hands against my body gave me such security that nothing would happen to me not on his watch. "That's not all…" I said in a low tone, "Andres name isn't actually Andres," I paused to let the statement sink in. I felt the bunch on Lucas muscle, "It's Andrew Garfield, that's his real name," Lucas ran his fingers through my hair, "Tell me more Pumpkin,"

Four Days Later After my little sexcapade with both Alex and Lucus within the master playroom, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from wanting nor craving more. My body almost demanding it when it shouldn’t be. Currently sitting with Tony over in the library I find myself wearing nothing but a skimpy piece of lingerie yet again. The piece in the color baby pink. Grants current choice in clothing as I attempted to hide beneath a blanket at least. My eyes now glued to a novel that I had been recently reading. A book by Deborah Garland. Her Irish Mob Family drawing me into a world that was so similar to that of my own but completely different from what I knew.

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

“I was thinking… something in the romance genre.” I had to bite back a smile. Andrew interested in romance novels? It was a delightful image. “Romance?” I asked, feigning surprise. “I never would have pegged you for a romance reader, Mr. Andrew. I always imagined you were more into war and politics or anything educational, really.” He chuckled, a rich warm sound that sent a shiver down my spine. “I apologize for failing to meet your expectations, Miss Sage. But I assure you, I am quite a romantic man.”

I saw a giant face, blurred and distorted by the perspective, staring down at us with wide, terrified eyes. The Reader wasn't a monster. The Reader was a teenage girl with messy hair and a coffee-stained shirt. And she was **Screaming**. --- ### The Leak The girl dropped the book. As the "World" fell through the air of the "Real" room, the ink began to spill. I felt myself being pulled out of the paper. My legs were no longer made of words. They were turning into liquid black ink, splattering onto a wooden floor that was older and more real than anything I had ever known.