Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

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?"

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.

his deep playful voice softly rings in this massive graveyard. “What do you mean?” “I thought that you would cry your heart out, but you just stood there after you said ‘Mom’. What’s going on?” “oh, actually, I thought of dying for a moment but...” “So you planned on leaving Steven and me, here?” “Yes, that empty grave seems so tempting, but... I remembered Andrew.” I say. “If I am going to die here, no one is going to see him finish his degree.” “How old is he?”

Because if Alpha boy thought I was done, he clearly hadn’t learned who he was dealing with yet. Out of nowhere, Andrew leaned towards us, without turning, his big paw landed on the side of my thigh, shoving me toward the window – clearly trying to wedge some distance between me and John. But the second his skin touched mine, it wasn’t just sparks. It was like a low hum vibrating through me, a siren song rising from that single point of contact, threatening to drown me in heat and drag me under. My whole body jolted, mind flashing straight to se.x, not sanity. His hand wasn’t just a hand anymore – it might as well have been a damn vibrator. I couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe, just stared

he asked, nodding towards the empty chair across from her. Sarah looked up and smiled weakly. "Not at all, Andrew. Please, sit down." Andrew sat down and signaled the barista for a coffee. "So, how's Nicholas doing?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern. Sarah took a deep breath and launched into the story, telling Andrew everything—about Griffin, Leena, Jace, and the entire fantastical world Nicholas had created. Andrew listened intently, his expression a mix of confusion and fascination. "Whoa, that's quite a story," he said when Sarah finished. "I had no idea Nicholas's imagination was so vivid."

"Nothing dangerous. Just something enough to give Vance a little… stomach upset. Enough to make him excuse himself for a while." “What?” Andrew turns to stare at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Are you serious right now?" "Completely." "That's insane, Xarion." "I don't care," I reply evenly, my eyes still locked on Vance. "Just do it." Andrew shakes his head, muttering something under his breath about me being impossible, but he doesn't argue further. He slips away, moving quickly and discreetly, and a few moments later, I see him approach the waiter, exchange a few quiet words, and slip something small into one of the drinks on the tray.