Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

“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?”

LYRA I am pouting like a toddler, and I do not care. Andrew is standing in the doorway of the guest room giving me a list of things to do and remember while he is gone. I am barely listening to the words that are leaving his mouth. None of it seems important. Running my fingers through Prissy’s fur I fight back the tears that threaten to escape my eyes. It is clear that hunting down Cain and Mr. Grayson is at the top of his list even though I have made it clear that I would feel more comfortable with both of my mates by my side. “Are you even listening?” Andrew disrupts my train of self-pity.

"Hands , you hurt her hands right? YOU Fucking TOUCHED WHAT IS MINE!!! .... NOW IT'S YOUR Turn!!" Xavier grawled on the crying man's face and with a one sift of his arm he bended Andrew's left hand as he screamed in unbearable pain .. "AAAHHH!!!!" Now it was time to the right hand and Andrew trembled in fear, terrified of the angry beast ..... "Please Please Please don't - don't hurt me I'm sorry I'm sorry , I won't ever touch her again please let me go " Andrew was begging, crying and sliding away from Xavier as he was in no condition to even stand up or move.....

I watched him fall. It was too late to shape shift, I started retreating and stopped behind a huge cave. Alex had supporters. He had people who were working for him and they were just not people, they were wolves. After everything had stopped when I was sure I heard no single noise again, I left to look for Andrew. I found the remains of his body dangling lazily on a bony branch. The leather noose creaks in a strange, rhythmic rhythm; His neck was crooked at an unusual angle. Those pensive eyes stared blankly ahead of him, but not without an expression of peace. His skin was ivory white, bleeding all over. Both his right arm and leg had been ripped off his torso. Only the bloody eye sockets

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

My eyes are droopy now, my shirt clinging to my skin from sweat. “Ahh, I'm happy you spilled your sweet cum on time because he is here,” Andrew smirks psychopathically. I could see his eyes turn red like an alien in one of those supernatural movies. “Oh how I missed his scent, did you know Leo smells like cinnamon and honey…? Of course, you wouldn't know that because your little human nose is incapable… Well count with me, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7…” Before I could comprehend what was happening Andrew stood up from the sofa and yelled, “I will come find you again my love, I have to go now.”

So in their eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be completely drained of worth. The storm felt as though it were freezing my organs solid, but I summoned the last of my strength, curled my fingers and pushed the car door open again. My stiff limbs gave way the moment I stepped out, and I fell hard into the snow. Hearing the noises from my end, Zachary scoffed, his sneer almost visible in his voice. "No way, are you trying to rupture the heating pipes again? You can't even bear to hurt a mouse, so why are you acting all scary now?

I'm getting close to getting it ," Kael pack the Car I got down and walked inside the bush ,that is where priest Andrew house is No one could know that , there is a house here I entered the house using my teleport power ,and as if I know something was wrong I met Priest Andrew in a pool of blood ,I ran to him Who do this ? I asked getting angry Priest Andrew is the only one I trust apart from Oscar I remove the knife that was stuck inside him ,I was trying to use the knife to caught my hand so that I can use the it to heal him Yes! My blood can heal He stopped me from doing that ,I look at his eyes ,he shook his head I tried to connect to our heart together so that j can read his mind The kn

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

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!