Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

Azrael For a second, all of us froze, all of a sudden, Andrew staggered. He stood there for one heartbeat, eyes wide, like he didn’t understand what happened. Then his legs gave out and he hit the ground hard. Blood poured from his chest. There was movement in the trees, a shadow shifted and branches snapping, someone was running. “Gabriel,” I snarled. “Go after them, now!.” Gabriel didn’t wait, he turned and bolted into the trees, his ash-gray wolf vanished into the dark. I ran to Andrew, he was on his back, coughing. Blood spilled from his mouth with every breath. His chest was rising fast, then slower.

I come to a stop and glance in a room, finding Andrew, lying motionless on a bed, with nothing but a blood-stained white sheet draped over his body. My breath hitches and I move for the door with purpose barging in and running to check on him. His skin is clammy, and he starts shivering when I touch his forehead with my warm hands. He looks absolutely awful. “Grab another blanket,” I tell Jasper, running my hand gently along Andrew’s cheek and moving down to his chest. I peel the sheet back and bite my lip hard to keep my crying internalized. Poor Andrew. I have almost died twice today. I have had my throat almost slit and then nearly ripped out and it all seems like nothing compared to what

Andrew’s smell surrounded me as a new set of muscular arms encircled me. I could just barely make out Andrew’s voice as my consciousness plunged into darkness. “Crystal!” —————————————— To readers：This book will be updated with one chapter per day this week.

She spat. Andrew growled, Dissipating his dominance around her Library, his wolf didn't take her insult lightly. "Andrew, the name is Andrew Levisay." He gritted out. Her eyes widened in shock and she clasped her trembling hands on her mouth. Andrew sensed a group of people approaching the Library. He guessed they had been her backup or security. "An…An… drew. Andrew Levisay?" She stuttered, quaking at the effect of his dominance.

My voice trembled as I started reading: “I renounce the sin of lust… I reject every impure touch that pulls me from grace…” Andrew watched me for a moment, then moved behind me. His hands slid down my shoulders, over my breasts, squeezing them through the thin dress until I gasped mid-sentence. He pinched my nipples hard, rolling them between his fingers the way he used to in college. “Keep reading,” he ordered, voice thick. I tried. But then he dropped to his knees behind me, shoved my dress up to my waist, and groaned at the sight of my bare, dripping pussy. “No panties. You really came here ready to get fucked, didn’t you?”

Xavier speaks up. That night “Alright!...” Xavier and I turn our attention to Andrew , as he wakes up from the ground. He licks his lips , letting his tongue pick up any leftover beans and potato soap that remained - which was none. He hands Britney the small clay bowl and it’s spoon before fixing his clothes.

I say and the guys help me put Alex inside. "Goodbye." I say and get in. Drew stuck his head inside through the window and kisses me. I return the kiss and then drive us home. I reach home an hour later and pass out. I was more tired than I realised, my energy depleted. I pull the covers on my body and close my eyes. *_* Andrew's POV: " Now that they are gone, what are you gonna do?" Jasper asks and I gulp all the bourbon in one sip. "I am stuck between a quick death or a slow, torturous death for the motherfucker who tried to touch what's mine." I say.

"Andre, oh I missed you so much…you didn’t mention to us that you were back in town, how’s the residency going at Edenvale Gen?" "I know right it’s been so long…the residency is going well, I was thinking of just staying in the emergency unit, but I know my heart is with pathology. I’m actually here because I heard what happened to mom…I just wish I was there for her, and how are you doing?” "I'm fine Andre ‘sobbing’ I just hope she’s going to be okay...she can't leave me, leave us like this".

"Let's clear something up, because your little ego is getting embarrassing. You think I like you? You think I would actually pick you over the tons of girls throwing themselves at me in my DMs every single day? Because of what—a kiss we had like, what, twice?" He let out a short, mocking breath, his eyes scanning my face with absolute disdain. "I am Noah Wystan Graves, might I remind you. The star hockey player. The guy who can have literally anyone he wants with a single look. And you honestly sat there and convinced yourself that a couple of meaningless, repetitive mistakes meant you actually held some kind of power over me?"