Andrew Scott Audiobook Novels & Stories

, that God figure said while entering inside the court " you God's are nothing in front of us because even 1 lac years ago my Supreme mother killed you all and even today she is going to do the same”, Andrew said while taking out Arrow from his chest Soon after that he disappeared as if he never existed and the God figure came to me and told me " Now this whole universe is in your hands and you are the Savior of the universe as you are the only person who can help us get freedom from dark powers”, and completing his sentence he handed me a scroll and soon after that he disappeared

I spoke through gritted teeth, slamming my hand on the table separating us and Andrew flinched, slowly lifting his blood stained eyes to look at me before he chuckled, surprising me. "When I get out of here, I'll hunt her down and this time, get a taste of that..." He didn't complete his sentence when another shockwave travelled through his body. I stood up in anger, slamming both hands on the table in front of me when I heard the socket click off. "You must be really delusional to think you still have a chance of getting out of here...alive," I said, moving to carry the gallon of whiskey behind me. Andrew looked horrified, his posture straightened, his gibberish drastically reduced, coheren

he tries digging in to the most delicate part of cultures heart. “Stoooop with that!!! I am a changed man Andrew I am no longer that lonely young kid with stupid dreams you used to know, I have changed a lot and nothing is going to stop me from getting whatever I need right now and what I need is getting you back to the alpha” Culture becomes so emotional while saying these words and Andrew now knows he stands no chance in changing his mind, he shuts the door and locks it again living Andrew in his cage.

"And you're just a scholar, Professor Andrew. You don't have armies. You don't have safe houses. You don't have a network of people willing to die for you. If the man in Obsidian City were to find out that a core member of Project 030 was not only alive but still holding unreleased clinical reaction reports... well, you can imagine the rest." "Stop!" With a sharp clatter that seemed to echo through the quiet room, Andrew slammed the cup down on the table. Amber liquid sloshed over the rim, spreading across the polished surface in a spreading stain that looked almost like blood. He seemed unable to bear the crushing psychological pressure any longer. His composure shattered completely. He dou

I finalized my reply to his speech. I didn't say this to gain his respect, or approval, it was my genuine look of the world ever since I saw Scott again, miserable and hopeless. I forgave him, for being brought up by his father, and being his father's son. Andrew turned his head, and looked at me in complete admiration. The fact that he respected and admired me as a examplary figure was clear from his facial expression, and it made my heart swell with joy, and love towards him. A moment of peaceful silence passed, before Andrew broke it.

"Show me the beast, and let me decide if I can handle it or not." Andrew's eyes met mine, a flicker of determination shining through. "You want to see the beast," he said, stepping away from me, opening the buttoms of my shirt, and revealing the scars that covered his chest, evidence of the battles he had fought. I moved my hands to touch his scars, but Andrew caught my hand, stopping me from doing it.

Mr Scott commanded and ended the call. "Andrews you son of a bitch. Even in your grave you still make my life miserable," Mr Scott cursed. "Oh dear brother, I don't have to. You made your life miserable with your own choices. There is no easy way to succeed. You work for it. You wanted success to land on your lap like a manna from heavy but it doesn't work that way. You wanted to go to sleep and woke up filthy rich but it doesn't work that way. You spent your days, the money I gave you from my hard work, and intelligence to plan and execute a perfect murder, which till no one has been able to figure out that you murdered me. Everyone thinks it was an accident. What a waste of talent. If you

He was shaking. Nancy shook her head. “Not now, Andrew. I can’t do this. Please. Just… let me get through today. I understand if you want nothing to do with this. All I needed was your blood.” Andrew didn’t answer. He just looked at her for a long moment, eyes unreadable, before turning away. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost a whisper. “We’re not done talking. Not by a long shot.”

Andrew Andrew Mitchell was the bae of his school, all girls went crazy over him.He had the good looks and the brains. He was a fitness freak yet a foodie and loved sports. He was a MR.POPULAR of his school. Andrew was known for his extra cockiness. But He was also a closed book, he never really opened up to any one. He was this mysterious guy with the looks that could kill anyone. Andrew's life was complicated that made him stern and heartless at times. He did find someone for whom his heart melted.