Andrew Graves X Reader Novels & Stories

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?”

I gasped as I felt the tip of him at my entrance and cried out as he impaled me with a hard thrust that made him sink balls deep into me. “Fuck! Adaira.” He groaned against my neck and paused for a few seconds as his chest heaved. That was the only reprieve I got before he began to move. All I could do was hold on for dear life, gripping the wood of the bedside drawer so hard that it cracked. As we fucked, Gavrael let me into his mind. He began to show me the memory of his fight with the Grenshaw pack. I tried to shake my head to get the images out of my mind but I couldn’t escape from them. I could see the Grenshaw pack warriors fighting against the rogues, see their Alpha try to take down

thanks to Maya that today I'm healed. Andrew was screaming in pain, trying to save his life by going here and there but nothing worked and after a while, he turned into ashes... I was just looking at him, until I felt a coat on my shoulder, covering my naked frame. Tears rolled from my eyes… I started crying, finally letting out all the pain that was buried inside me in the form of revenge… Finally, I took revenge on the bastard who rape and tortured me… Everything was too much for me to take. I was just crying and screaming to let out all…

Covering it with my body, I leaned closer to the chestnut and read the first message. From Andrew: 12x fermented cherries 5x peat smokes 3x roasted hops No aunt or uncle! His message may seem strange, but I have known Andrew for a long time, and I know that this is how he gave us the numbers of noticed associates. Cherries are humans, peat smokes are werewolves, and hops are half-breeds. The lack of an aunt or an uncle means the lack of a high-ranking person.

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.

said Rhyza, which she even followed with a long moan and her series of dirty talks. A few stabs later, Andrew felt his approach over there. That's when he pulled his manhood out of Rhyza's cave, and then he started to rub it against his girlfriend's femininity. “Godddd!!! Ohhhhh !!!!” Rhyza whimper then tries to pull her own thigh away from him while her eyes are closed, as her beautiful face has traces of great happiness. “Oh yes, yes! You like this, don't you? This is what you want!” Andrew replied, then grabbed Rhyza's thigh tightly again and then made a sudden push inside her.

“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.