Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

Andrew wanted to eat, but he sensed that Elliot was staring at him, so he said in embarrassment, "Mr. Elliot, have some food." Elliot replied, "I'm not hungry, you eat!" Avery smiled and said to Andrew, "Have a taste! The crab doesn't have a shell, so you don't need to crack the shell. This is the gravy. You can dip it in if you want. If you like it hot, you can also get the waiter to add some hot sauce to it." Avery passed the gravy to Andrew. "Mrs. Avery, I'm fine with whichever. I'll help myself." Andrew accepted the gravy, took a small piece of crab, and dipped it in the gravy before putting it into his mouth.

She came through the door looking tired but bright in the eyes in the particular way that the warehouse produced in her, like it was charging something inside her that everything else in the day had been slowly draining. She kissed me and smelled like pencil shavings and fabric and the particular lavender spray she kept in the warehouse and I told her dinner was on the stove and she said wonderful and went to look in on the twins who were supposed to be asleep and came back two minutes later shaking her head. "Andrew is reading under the covers with a torch," she said, sitting down at the kitchen island. "He does that three or four times a week. I think he believes we do not know." "He has b

He shrugged. “Just go back and scratch your ass like you always do, Hank.” The male rolled his eyes. “You’re dead where you sit so it doesn’t matter what you say?” Hank snickered and walked out. “So, what’s your name and...” Alexis said about then minutes later, “what did you do to end up in this hell hole?” she asked. “I’m Andrew and I challenged that asshole, lost and tried to kill him with silver.” Andrew started explaining, “but of course the fucker didn’t die. If he had just died, Kyde would be mine again.” He grumbled.

Xavier didn't say a word. He just stared at the empty ground in front of him, breathing rapidly and heavily. Andrew sighed with emotions, but he was very satisfied. He looked at Xavier with sympathy. Xavier was a rich man from a noble family, but he was raped by him because of a woman and... "When Zena had sex with me for the first time, she..." Saying this, Andrew drawled meaningfully, "She was a virgin." Xavier's eyes widened in an instant. He immediately turned to look at Andrew with his face full of disbelief.

He rubbed the thick scruff on his jaw, muttering something about trading his iron armor for scented oils before disappearing into the guard barracks. I pushed the heavy oak door of the recovery chamber open, the scent of crushed pine hitting my senses immediately. Andrew was sitting up against the furs, his broad chest bare under the bandages as he scowled down at a stack of territory leather scrolls. I didn't say a word. I strode directly to the edge of the mattress and snatched the scrolls right out of his massive hands. Andrew’s shoulders tensed instantly, his amber eyes flashing with a warrior's reflex as if a rogue enforcer had lunged at his flank, but the anger died the moment his gaze

Every time I saw the hope in her eyes for her father, my resentment towards Alfred grew. How could he just throw away such a precious little girl? To get Alfred out of my head, I dove back into the career I adored. I used to be a comic artist, and I had a pretty solid reputation in the comic scene. However, I was doxxed, and my private info got blasted all over the internet. They discovered that I was the bride who was jilted at the wedding. My scandalous video was once again circulating online, causing widespread ridicule towards me and the Hawkins family.

My hands felt clammy, and I clasped them together to hide the tremor. Andrew let out a quiet chuckle, leaning in just enough for me to catch his scent—earthy and familiar. “I wasn’t invited, and neither is he,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the distant music. “But I heard rumors about Alpha Xavier’s new Luna… and the description sounded a lot like you. I had to see for myself.” My heart hammered against my ribs, a confusing mix of emotions swirling inside me—gratitude, anxiety, guilt. Andrew had once saved my life. I owed him everything, but... I couldn’t shake the gnawing sense that something was off. Something about his presence here wasn’t right.

He somehow got a book and that calms me down more than anything else. Andrew is completely happy when he's reading something. And in fact, if I know my brother a little, I know he’s a thousand times happier locked in that cell reading than running from clan to clan with me, being forced to eat raw animals and be in the woods on his wolf form most of the time. My brother wasn't born for that, at all. He’s a fancy city boy, a vegan by choice, a reader, a writer sometimes. Overall, he’s a lovely little mix of a beta and an omega and he loves himself that way. I love him that way, too.

She made me feel things that I have never felt before and I knew that she was the reason for the peace inside me. “Mr. Graves detective Knight is here to see you.” Tina’s voice came across my speaker in my office. I wasn’t expecting him today. I wonder what is up. “Send him in Tina. Thank you.” I answered her. My office door opened and Andrew walked in. He made his way across the office and took his seat in front of me. “Andrew to what do I owe the pleasure?” I asked him. He shifted uneasily in his chair then looked right into my eyes.

CHAPTER 27 Morning arrived, not with a gentle touch, but simply, quietly. The first hint of gray light, like a muted watercolor wash, seeped through the penthouse blinds, stretching long, indistinct stripes across the rumpled sheets. Andrew was already awake, perched on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his phone held loosely but unlooked at. The screen’s cool, sterile glow reflected in his eyes, a stark blue against the room's deepening shadows.