Andrew Scott Audiobook Novels & Stories

After what seemed like an eternity, a soft voice broke the silence. "Good day, this is..." the lady on the other end began, but Andrew interrupted her, his impatience palpable. He had no time for pleasantries. The only thing that mattered to him was finding out the truth behind the doctor's claim of his impotence and understanding Catherine's true intentions. "I want to book an appointment instantly," Andrew interjected abruptly, his voice laced with urgency. "The name is Andrew Reynolds." Without waiting for a response, he abruptly hung up the phone, the sound echoing in the empty room.

‘Where is he? ‘Nearby,’ Andrew says, his voice muffled with chatter in the mind-link. ‘He’s trying to get to you. He wants you to rest.’ ‘I can’t.’ I meet his eyes. ‘We’re being overrun.’ A keening howl slices the air around us in two. Andrew lifts his head, his ear flat against his head. Another howl, and I’m moving again, drawn to the sound against my will. Rogues fall dead all around me, covered in wolves and warriors in their human forms. I ignore the arrows, knives, claws, and teeth. I step over bodies of wolves, humans, and rogues as I walk toward the forest, following the calls of the hellhound.

he said, saying goodbye and then kissing Rhyza on the lips. ***** "LANA." From inside his car, Andrew secretly watched the woman get out of the car of her male companion, whom Andrea called Uncle Marius earlier in the mall. "Andrea, Andrew," the young man said again, and then his heart split with joy and anger. “I have to talk to her. I need to talk to her,” he said while clasping his palms and then starting to count the years in his mind. “Fuck! Damn!” he swears after a while.

And then the audio started. “Stay back!” “Go on. Pull the trigger. You don’t have the guts. You pathetic excuse of a mother. Sleeping with the gardener? The damn gardener? You must’ve thrown my hard earned money at him to make him even look at you. Disgusting.” The voice was male. Angry. I knew it before my brain caught up. Andrew. The air left my lungs as i realised this was an audio recording of the night he died. “W–wait,”

It said, unconsciously he stared at the spot where the muscular man had concealed himself. Douglas cleared his throat, "And so as the stories say, you magically healed that same night." He sneered, "We're not stupid you know." Andrew relaxed into his seat, trying to pacify his wolf. It clawed in anticipation, telling Andrew that something was wrong. Andrew ruffled his hair; there was nothing else he could say at that point. Allowing his dominance to engulf them both he asked again. "Andrew, what happened?" Andrew's wolf growled and took over, coming to the surface.

He rubbed the thick scruff on his jaw, muttering something about trading his iron armor for scented oils before disappearing into the guard barracks. I pushed the heavy oak door of the recovery chamber open, the scent of crushed pine hitting my senses immediately. Andrew was sitting up against the furs, his broad chest bare under the bandages as he scowled down at a stack of territory leather scrolls. I didn't say a word. I strode directly to the edge of the mattress and snatched the scrolls right out of his massive hands. Andrew’s shoulders tensed instantly, his amber eyes flashing with a warrior's reflex as if a rogue enforcer had lunged at his flank, but the anger died the moment his gaze

Author POV:When Andrew was standing in front of him in his cabin, he didn't say anything for the first few minutes, it was deafening silence. After which felt like years Andrew spoke up."I n-need some money for my sister's treatment."He smirked looking at Andrew and spoke in a sinister way."And why would I help you?"Andrew wasn't expecting this from him, so in defense Andrew said."You worked with my father, then you took over our company, you didn't even give us a single penny. And now you're saying why would you help me. HOW DARE YOU!! I want my father's money back. I won't leave without it."He laughed and spoke in a mischievous tone."OH MY MY!!! Look at you! Such a grown up guy but still y

Jer says as he watches drew simply getting in the car and putting his Ray's ban on. " Keep your location on." Jer whispers to me. I nod and get in. " Bye jer." I barely sat before Andrew took off. " Slow down. I don't wanna be dead before we even get there." I say, holding on to the seat for my dearest life. " No." " Oh, I forgot. You will heal but I will die!" "Fine. Hand me your phone." "No. Why?" I fold my hands over my chest like a little kid who has been asked to return a favourite toy.

He shrugged. “Just go back and scratch your ass like you always do, Hank.” The male rolled his eyes. “You’re dead where you sit so it doesn’t matter what you say?” Hank snickered and walked out. “So, what’s your name and...” Alexis said about then minutes later, “what did you do to end up in this hell hole?” she asked. “I’m Andrew and I challenged that asshole, lost and tried to kill him with silver.” Andrew started explaining, “but of course the fucker didn’t die. If he had just died, Kyde would be mine again.” He grumbled.

Neither of them backed away as Zalden challenged him to say another word with his bloodshot eyes. The atmosphere in the room charged and Andrew's muscles flexed as he watched Zalden angrily. After what seemed like forever, he shook his head and muttered under his breath, “One can only save who wants to be saved.” “Speak loud if you're talking to me,” Zalden's voice dripped with warning. “Never mind. Good luck fighting your feelings.” Andrew kicked the air as soon as he left the mansion. A rush of blood boiled through his veins. “And now, I'm the one who needs a distraction.”