Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

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.

With Rosemary drawing the Ludendorff family's pursuit, his situation became much easier. Still, Andrew had no real confidence about continuing deeper into Wraith Graveyard. Fortunately, his strength had been steadily rising. Even if something unexpected happened deep inside the Graveyard, he could face it calmly. The scenery before him remained unchanged. Andrew discovered that deep within Wraith Graveyard, there was nothing but tombstones and graves. As he wondered if Reginald was still here, he continued inward.

It’s only on the one website now but it will be everywhere in a few hours. I rub my eyes and try to ignore the way Andrew is kissing my neck while I click on the link she sent in her first text. If it’s another story about me and my racy moments, I’m fine. It’s probably just a news story about me and Andrew having dinner last night. But as the screen loads, my stomach drops. A giant black headline. ANDREW XELLUM DROVE ME INSANE: THE DESIGNER’S FORMER MUSE TELLS ALL

There are a couple of low-level warriors that Beatrice had told both Anton and Graves that they could take their pleasure from at any time. Graves loves this time of the year as even though the warriors don’t like to be touched and have a fighting spirit, they can never fight either him or their heat for long and give in allowing him to fuck them hard, rough and without mercy until he was sated and they were passed out exhausted on their furs.

Her guess was accurate since Andrew strolled into the room, all dressed up In nightwear. “How long will this take?” his stern tone almost got her glazing at him again, yet Raven knew that wasn't the best idea. She's…a culprit. Someone who easily agreed to use her powers for Sebastian and abducted the mate of Alpha Shawn. Yeah, she knew the lady was his mate – she did her homework well. “Quite a while, beta, Andrew. Her wounds are…” “Save it” A growl cut off the doctor's words, then he nodded before focusing back on her injuries. Raven eventually glanced at Andrew, who now had settled on another cushion with his laptop in his possession.

“I can see right through you, Don. Spill it, bruh. What’s wrong?” I let out a deep breath. "It’s nothing I can’t fix, Andrew. Let’s move on." I quickly changed the topic. "Did you get everything I asked for?" Andrew slid his phone across the table. "All set." I slid my finger across the screen, my eyes scanning the data. One name jumped out at me—Carter. Andrew was watching me closely, his voice steady. “What’s your move?” I slammed the phone down, the sudden force sending it clattering against the table. “I make my path, Andrew. No one tells me what to do; I don’t need the Graves men, but I think I know who does.”

“This isn't like you at all.” He was probably confused right now and rightly so. The old me would have been so eager to do whatever he says just to please him. But even a psychopath would admit that this was surely crossing a line. Cause who on earth cheats on his wife with her sister and then tries to get the said wife to do damage control for him? Xavier fucking Graves. That's who. “Is this because I haven't fully apologized to you?” he asked, his voice dropping a notch lower. He reached out to touch my forehead and i quickly dodged it. “Or are you running a fever? Is your anxiety acting up?”

They found things even my betas didn't and I am forever grateful for your dedication and unbelievable eagle eyes! To my dear friend and author, Paige Weaver - I look forward to many more lunches, brainstorming over Mexican food as we plot out demise and destruction in future books. Your friendship means the world to me and I thank you for your insight on always knowing which of my characters should become irrevocably evil. ;) To all the ladies in my Graveyard Watchman Reader Group - your support, comments and constant pimping have been beyond incredible and I thank and appreciate each of you so very much!

Thank you, sir," Andrew acknowledged, a hint of gratitude in his voice. As he began to share his tale, the air in the room grew heavy with the weight of emotions. His words painted a vivid picture of a girl in distress on the streets of London, pouring out her heart every night. Flora, captivated by the narrative, listened with a mixture of curiosity and empathy. "Some years back in London," Andrew continued, his voice carrying the echoes of the past, "there was this new girl who appeared on our street. Every night, she'd stand at the edge, her heart pouring out in screams. I couldn't bear to see her in tears, so I moved closer, became her friend." The room seemed to hold its breath as the s

They’d horribly underestimated the reading public who’d adored the story's sly naughtiness. Waiting until Evelyn made her way into the living room, settling herself on the sofa then glancing at him with a gentle smile, Andrew kept his face a blank mask. With a devious grin and a cocked head, he rested his hand on her stack of books, lifting that one so she could see the cover. The result was better than he could have hoped for. Evelyn flushed bright red, her luscious mouth tightening into a surprised O, then drawing her legs up against her chest, she buried her blushing face in her hands.