Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

This is fear. Real fear. I stare at the handwriting carefully. Uneven pressure. Shaking lines. Someone panicking while trying not to. My chest tightens hard. Suddenly everything rearranges itself inside my mind. The lies. The distance. The flash drive. The courtyard. Daniel Reyes. Andrew’s terrified face outside the student lounge. God. I’ve been reading this wrong. Not all of it. But enough. Andrew isn’t standing beside Daniel willingly. He’s drowning. I flip the paper over quickly, searching for anything else I missed.

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

Two uniforms followed: Stacey—with the steady eyes— and Tom, tight as a drawn line. “Look what the tide dragged in,” Andrew said. “Mitchell. Couldn’t resist my crime scene?” “I was leaving,” Gabe said, voice flat. “Not before we have a chat.” Andrew’s gaze flicked over Gabe—wet hems, salt on the jacket, the Bible under his arm. “You reek. Sea and whiskey. Classic.” Stacey’s glance cut quick, concerned, to the book. Tom stayed stone. “What’s that?” Andrew jerked his chin.

He will need to dive deeper into the Black Guerrilla family, unraveling the secrets that lay hidden beneath the surface. “Who were you, Thomas? What was your part in the Black Guerrilla family? I will find out.” Andrew said as he tapped his chair’s armrest. As the night progressed, Andrew sat at his desk thinking and working through more papers to find answers. However, the human body has its limits, and eventually, exhaustion caught up with Andrew. His eyelids grew heavy, and his head began to nod involuntarily. Unknowing his pen slipped from his hand, and his head gently rested on the table.

And then he grabbed Rhyza's legs and pulled her closer to him. Without a word, Andrew lifted Rhyza's leg, then forcefully inserted his manhood into her entrance again. As before, the woman began to make noise as he continued to make seemingly reckless claims about her. But despite everything, Andrew had to admit to himself that what he had seen earlier affected him. And he was suspicious about Lana and the girl with her. That is why he is like this now. “Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Mmmnnn... ”said Rhyza, which she even followed with a long moan and her series of dirty talks.

“What you’ve been too blind and too drunk to look for. Evidence. The truth. About Esha. About the lies. About what she took from you.” I stared at the drive. "Give me that," I growled, striding toward him and reaching for the flash drive in his hand. But Andrew jerked it away with a smirk. “Not so fast.” He wrinkled his nose in exaggerated disgust. “Not until you clean yourself up, man. This place reeks and honestly, so do you. I’m trying hard not to throw up my organs.” He chuckled as he stuffed the flash drive and documents down the waistband of his boxers like some twisted hostage exchange.

Suddenly I saw the edge of a book or something that looks like a book under the bed. I immediately squatted down and pulled it out. It was a huge book that had the inscription 'Year book for Crowns middle school.' I became at alert, this was definitely something that would be useful to me. I flipped through the pages in haste, trying to look for the A section. Andrews, that was exactly what I was looking for. I couldn't find Hawk Andrews, but Xander J Andrews was written boldly on an half page, with the picture of a toothless baby Xander.

I really love the feeling that i have when the flight is landing. Andrew looked at me and then he said "You were saying something about your degree i suppose " "Oh? That i was a certified public accountant under the American institute of certified Public accountants" His eyes widened in shock and it seems like Andrew has really seen a ghost. ************* Hey my lovely readers, So what do you think about today's chapter?? Was it interesting?? Did you enjoyed reading this chapter as much as i enjoyed writing this. Tell me your view in the comments section. Don't forget to like, comment and share.

“Where’d you disappear to Friday night?” Marla asked, leaning over my cubicle wall with her third espresso. “Home. Migraine.” I didn’t look up from my screen. “Uh-huh.” She waggled her brows. “Because someone said they saw you dancing with Andrew Drake. And by dancing, I mean… hands. Bodies. Prolonged eye contact.” I clicked aggressively into the zoning variance spreadsheet. “That someone needs glasses.” Across the atrium, Andrew stood by the espresso bar, chatting with two interns. He kissed one on the hand. The other giggled like it was a Jane Austen adaptation. I hated how his sleeves were rolled perfectly. I hated how I noticed.

"I'm not interested!" "Listen to me before you interrupt, asshole!" Ethan hissed in annoyance, already in do-no-disturb-acute-fans mode. "She's a famous writer all over New Pearls! All his books are bestsellers! It's about a man who decides to avenge the death of one of his family by approaching the family of the person who killed his family." "Oh," Andrew shrugged. "And then?" "In the last book, the main character leaves with his daughter because his wife is an asshole, cheating on him with another man."