Andrew Graves Fanart Novels & Stories

Each breath I took felt like the beginning of something new, each moment a grand opportunity to start fresh. “Here we are.” Andrew opened the gallery’s door for me, and we slipped inside. The space was warm and inviting, with only a few people milling about. “Ooh, look at this.” I moved to the wire sculpture that had immediately caught my eye. Andrew cocked his head to inspect it. “Is it a dog?” “I think it’s a griffin.” I laughed. “Close.” “It looks like the plastic fork animals my friend Erica and I made.” Andrew gave me a strange look, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Interesting way to spend your time, but okay. I’m down.”

His face contorted with rage as he mumbled, "This isn't over! Dylan and Andrew, I'll make sure you both pay for this!" The next morning dawned bright and clear. Andrew was practicing martial arts in a courtyard atop Moonlit Sanctuary, with his upper body bare. His tall, lean frame displayed perfectly proportioned muscles across his chest, arms, and abdomen. An intricately detailed black dragon head tattoo sprawled across his chest, fierce and majestic. Unlike typical tattoos, this one was a deep, vivid black with blood-red eyes. Any expert would have been shocked to see it, as this particular design represented one of the most powerful families in Holtriens.

S… That was the first alphabet of Stephanie's name, wasn't it? "Andrew Hawke…" Tyler frowned deeply, his tone icy. "That's Adrian's cousin, right?" "Yup. Apparently, he's a genius painter." Kiara's tone became passive-aggressive. "I heard that he's put a lot of effort into organizing this art exhibition. Also, the domestic and international art industries put a lot of stock into this exhibition. Who'd have thought that he'd make a painting of Ms. Ford's side profile the poster of this exhibition?"

Grace stood on tiptoe and tapped his forehead, squinting, "You’d better tear your eyes away from my breast. You can't feel it anyway. Watch out for nosebleeds." Andrew gave her a bright smile, which made her look more handsome and cute, "I don't mind." Grace then fastened up her bathrobe and smiled adorably, "Seriously? I don't mind gouging your eyes out." Andrew did a pretending-to-be-very-scared posture and strode to her computer, "Are these all your works?" Grace nodded in affirmation. He browsed through her designs and said, "My cousin is also in this line. Can I send him your works?"

His face was pale, not showing a single trace of the arrogance he had shown earlier, and only fear filled his eyes. After dozens of long seconds, Lucas lowered his head, as if he'd been drained of all his strength. Finally, he forced out two words through clenched teeth, "I… withdraw."

Autographs with every single tween who'd managed to beg their parents to pay the steep price, and there would be at least a hundred of them. I inwardly groaned while Trevor gave me a look of disgust. He hated it as much as I did - but he faked it better than any of us. Maybe it was because he was a cocky piece of work and people expected him to be a bit rude, who knew? If I was the frontman he was a close tie, more second frontman than sidekick though he hated the label. Andrew jerked off his headset and cursed. "Let's just get this shit over with."

Andrew's POV Standing in the doorway with her dad as I watched my mother with her, they were hugging one another as Freya cried, it broke my heart to see her looking so broken, I understand some of her art even more now than I had before, knowing what the darkness was makesnher work even more powerful than I already thought it was. "Thank you again Andrew" Her father said while watching them. "I'm happy I was there Mr. Lothbrok." "Call me Stephen, please."

Anne said then she showed us some of the pictures of the fans waiting in the networks with signage asking for help to convince Andrew not to retire. Then Anne showed us another trending topic on Twitter which is "Andrew please don't retire." I click on the said tag and check the tweets. Most of them are Andrew's solid fans. Some fans give testimony on how Andrew's music helps them with their anxiety and depression. Some of them are saying that they don't normally support or fangirling local artists but Andrew is different. His talent deserves to be heard not only in the Philippines but all around the world. I was moved by their genuine love for Andrew. I can relate to them because I was once

Olivia said looking at the tomb not far from where she was standing at the moment. The man shook his head. "I'll lay the flowers myself," Andrew decided. Now Olivia could see Andrew starting to walk towards the grave and away from it. Andrew placed a bouquet of flowers on the grave. After that the man touched the tomb that read Megan Anderson. The man again tried to hold back his tears not to spill. Andrew thought his crying would end soon after the funeral. But not. The man felt more and more sadness enveloping himself.

And now, he'd never get the chance to make things right. So he moved into a small house beside the cemetery and became a grave keeper. It was his new job and the only thing he cared to do. Jayden planted sunflowers, row after row, in the yard. Every morning, he'd bring a fresh bunch to my grave. Then he'd sit beside the stone and talk to me, keeping me company as the sun rose and set, as clouds rolled in and drifted away. He missed me desperately. But I never appeared in his dreams. Not even in sleep could he see me again.