Andrews Library Novels & Stories

You really couldn’t try to bullshit me if your life depended on it, could you? He motioned forward with a chuckle. “Come on. Let’s go to the library.” *** Andy was glad he’d let the place stand. The stone lions guarding the front stairs were almost life-size versions of the real thing. Their gaze was attentive rather than fearsome while they watched the library’s only remaining patrons enter the red brick edifice.

Rebecca pushed it and entered. Andrews heard the elevator coming and opened the door, waiting for it to be seen. "Hello," he said as soon as he saw her and moved aside to let her enter the house. "Hello. I really need a whiskey. Do you have some?" "Yes, I have. Sit down, and I will bring it to you. I will put one in for me too." Andrews headed to the small bar he had and poured two glasses of whiskey. When he approached her to give her the glass, Rebecca looked at him and noticed his face's bruise.

Outside the hospital, Andrew asked Jefferson to ride with his mother. Peter and Andrew had some business to attend to at the company. They all left the hospital. "Where are we going?" Peter asked. He had no idea where Andrew needed to be or what business was so urgent. Andrew parked the SUV on the corner of the street and beckoned Peter to walk with him. He took out a suitcase from the boot and strode around the corner. There stood a large historic church building the sign read ST RUPERTS ORPHANAGE . "Ah, so you are doing charity?"

“Evelyn is absolutely right. The fairgrounds are far too big for you to get lost. You must stay with her. If you can’t do that, we all go home. Do you understand?” “Yes Father.” Removing his money clip from his inside jacket pocket, Andrew stopped their little group at the Avenue of Transportation before the Chrysler pavilion. He raised a finger, hailing a pedal cart. “I’ll be at the Administration building in my office working should you need anything,” he advised unnecessarily—they’d already worked out the logistics this morning on the drive over. On the pretense of catching up NYWFC business since his absence, he’d be working at the Fair in his office, while Evelyn and the children had fr

"Good, I'm busy now. If my wife suddenly says something about her current condition, don't forget to tell me." "I will, Mr. Anderson..." Beep. Mrs. Andrew sighed in deep relief after getting confirmation from Anderson that he wouldn't touch the land or sue. The school was her baby, a private school in a gated community, standing tall in pricey City. It was fairly old and prestigious, complete with an outdoor sports yard where kids played soccer under the sun, a lush greenhouse full of blooming flowers and science experiments, tennis courts, a library wing, and even a small auditorium for plays. All that in New York? A miracle indeed.

“But only if Mr. Bubbles gets a seat too.” She grinned, and that was the end of it. Dr Andrew took us to a sandwich shop that wasn't far from the hospital. It was just across the street, tucked between a bookstore and a pharmacy. It wasn’t fancy, but it smelled of fresh bread and grilled cheese, and the warm air was a welcome change from the sterile hallways. We found a small table by the window. Andrew placed the order while Lily and I settled in. She busied herself with her rabbit and a small juice box, her earlier sadness forgotten.

As Andrew approached, he abruptly stood up. With a loud crash, the books piled on the table fell to the floor as James made a sudden movement. Frantically, he bent down to pick them up. Andrew also instinctively crouched down and picked up the nearest book. Under the bright light, as Andrew saw the ambiguous poses of two handsome men on the cover, he hesitated for a moment. Then, as he read the title... What in the world was this?! Andrew: ... His narrow eyes behind the lenses slowly lifted, meeting James's gaze as he struggled to hold the books.

She wanted to wait for him until the job was done, but all day outside on the street, her body was exhausted, so she just laid her back on her eyes and slowly fell asleep. Returning to the book room, he worked hard to finish the outstanding records of the day. Sitting still on the chair for a long time, I turned to look at the clock, it was almost 11 o'clock at night. Andrew gathered up the papers, turned off the lights and left. He did not go back to his room immediately, but stopped in a small room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. This is the room he specially prepared for his child and he wants to make it a surprise gift for her.

"You know why it's warm? It's because my hands are in my pants." "Eh?!" "Just kidding, what's up. You know why I'm holding your hand? Because I thought you were Andy, but there's another reason to do it." "What is it?" "If you like it, take it, okay? Asking so hard makes my head hurt." "..." Andy and Venture went to the parcel post, but it was closed now because they were resting to join Mrs. Andy's thanksgiving service tonight. Venture felt quite frustrated when he was close to his eyes but still couldn't get in, he began to suggest Andy with his plan:

Mary Davies I felt like I was dreaming, Hawk Andrews remembers me. I feel so happy and relieved, it was as if a great burden was lifted off my shoulders. After trying my best to avoid the older Mr Andrews, even though I was thirsty, I didn't leave the room, not until he was gone. But by the time I came back to my room after getting water, my two books were missing from my bed. My journal and the novel I was working on. I didn't waste time in heading over to Hawk's room, because I could only think of him as the one who took it. And here I was now.