Andrew Scott Audiobook Novels & Stories

She bit back and just then, the waiter came to take their order. “Your strongest scotch please." Andrew replied gruffly and the women looked at him crazily. Who takes scotch this early? He ignored their gaze and looked to the other side. If he was going to have a conversation with them, might as well drink his nervousness away. After a long and awkward silence, Andrew decided to speak up. “You called for him?" His words came out more as a question instead of a statement. “Yes." Manny paused, rethinking the decision she was about to make, praying it was the right thing.

Aloud he declared, "I see your God has given you wisdom. I will leave now for I can see that you will not disappoint Him." Andrew was a reasonable man. For the next three days, he did what he said he would do. He receded from the castle and camped outside. But every day he proposed himself at the castle and waited till the Duke's wife gave him an audience. And then he worked on her. He understood flawlessly that you just cannot fuck women. You have to be able to make them want to get fucked.

Audrey excused herself and went to the restroom, and Andrew watched her openly as she walked away. He wondered if the moon goddess had seen how in love he had been with Audrey and decided to give him an upgraded version of her. He kept on looking in the direction she went and did not realize when Mr. Russell stood in front of him. "If you want her, I can give her to you... on one condition." Andrew heard Mr. Russell's sinister voice. "And what could that be, Russell?" Andrew asked, playing along with the crazy man. He knew he was a psychopath and he wanted to have solid evidence on him.

Scott was standing before the French window in his office and staring blankly at the awesome view when his assistant, Andrew, walked in hurriedly. He turned with a scowl. "Can't you knock?" "Sorry about that, sir. I wasn't thinking straight," Andrew immediately said with panic written all over his face. With his frown deepening, Scott spun around to face him. "What's wrong?" "I... I was just informed that... That..." Andrew stuttered. Impatient, Scott yelled, "Out with it. What are you stuttering for?"

“I’ll gut you like a fish and watch the life leave your eyes, and I’ll enjoy that. You think you can touch Nicole? You think you can pull all your little business moves to take my accounts and clients away? You think I’ll just sit down and lose everything?” Andrew’s hand shook as he said this. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he spat out these words. His movements were jerky as that shifty look in his eyes intensified. Andrew was desperate, and that made him dangerous. But that meant the deranged bastard would easily make a mistake he could take advantage of. “She likes it when I touch her,” he said, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Likes it a lot. I’m sure you saw that pictu

*Third Person POV* Andrew paced back and forward in front of the single white door. The doctors are currently aiding her. It's been an hour since she hit her head on the table. An hour since Andrew told Faith that he knew that he caused the miscarriage. The guilt that formed 2 years ago in his heart, multiplied to god knows how many more. It has multiplied ever since last night when he found out about the miscarriage.

I pecked her before leaving her presence and heading to my room for a night rest I slept that night like a baby Episode 16 Whitney pov FEW MONTHS LATER '𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡' I thought starring at my science project, which would be done in few minutes ...... I was in the science lab at school creating a mega robot wing for a science project

I end the call before she can say more and that’s when I hear his voice. “Afternoon, Sam.” No. Goodness, no. I turn slowly, like a character in a horror movie who already knows that the monster is beside her. Andrew is approaching me, his hands tightened around his travel bag. I won’t lie, because I can recognize a fine man when I see one. Dr. Andrew Roberts looks ridiculously handsome, and the worst part? He knows it, he’s looking as smug as ever in a crisp shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his fine arms.

I think Toby taught him to be that way, but he'd never admit it outright. "That we were going to Blue Ridge to see Matt's sister and help Stephan with some rogues," I say as I wave to the warriors sitting in the brown outpost. Large windows line three sides of the tiny two-man building. Xavier must have seen us coming because the loud squeal of the gate rolling on its tracks caused unpleasant shivers to move throughout my body. My sensitive wolf hearing rubbed raw from the sound. "Phew," Andrew says, relieved, and I can feel the tension in the air slowly receding, the pressure from his aura relenting. Andrew's Beta aura only comes out when anxious, or he needs to put someone in their place.