Anthony Anderson Novels & Stories

Anthony said, dramatically. Anthony was bi-sexual he was a fine caramel smooth skin man he was athletic built he played football for the school he also had the potential to go to the NFL. When I first moved in we shared an elevator and he saw a Florida state hoodie in my basket, and he acted like he was offended that I would dare be a fan of their rival team. We became good friends since that day, but once he told me he also liked men and only ever had serious relationships with men, and women were mostly just sex only lasting for months, but that’s about it.

They still find it hard to believe that she was able to fulfil her promise. The Manchester never expected their president to collaborate with a falling empire like the Anderson, but his sudden decision to invest was bewildering. Know that the person behind the Anderson success is dead and her father not a good leader nor a businessman. They just hope that their president does no ot invedt much into a falling empire.

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

“Yeah, but if the Tulsa team has already approached this guy several times, and he doesn’t want to join them, why would he go with us now?” “I don’t know,” Aaron replied, pushing the door open. “She asked us to try, so we’ll try.” He got out of the car and headed into the establishment, hoping to get this over with rather quickly. It only took him a moment to find the man he was looking for. At six-two and well over two hundred pounds, an unruly mop of dark hair on his head, he was certain the guy in the back with the pool stick in his hand, his mouth running, and a crowd of onlookers surrounding him must be Elliott Sanderson.

Typical," I scoffed, relaxing in my chair. He looked hurt, and a small part of me knew I was being too harsh on him. After all, he didn't force himself on my dad. Axton and I had a great relationship, and looking back, he was like a second dad. I thought the bastard was just being a loyal best friend, but he was fucking my dad. "Regardless of how you see me, Adonis, I care about you. You can insult me all you want, but that will never change." His shoulders drooped in defeat, and he resembled a shrinking flower. He had lost a lot of weight and was mourning my dad just as much as I was, if not worse. "Save your sob story; it won't change the fact that you are a coward." He cringed and remaine

Anderson promised. Syrus was excited, but he stopped and pondered on something. “What’s in it for you, Anderson?” Syrus asked. Anderson looked at Syrus, knowing that he had achieved his goal, he answered and said, “Once you win this and officially become the CEO, I want to become the head of the board with a permanent life insurance.”

Chapter 47 The world held its breath as Andreas Leonardo stepped up to the podium, the late morning sun casting a fierce glare against the flash of cameras. His jaw was clenched, posture straight, and gaze fixed ahead. There was no PR mask, no smug smirk, only sincerity, raw and defiant, radiating from the man who had once been nothing more than football’s golden boy. But now, he was something else entirely. He was a man at war, defending the woman he loved.

From where she sat beneath the bare-branched tree overlooking the snowy field, Serena watched Alexandro in silence. He was surrounded by warriors—training, commanding, analyzing formations like the war might start tomorrow. His voice was clear, sharp, carrying through the cold air as he moved through the sparring ground with his usual authority. She watched the way others looked at him—not with fear, but with the unwavering respect reserved for someone who had earned it, day by day, blade by blade. He looked like he belonged here, like this was his world—steel, snow, and strategy.

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

In fact, he hadn’t thought about that at the moment. “I don’t know,” he replied, with anguish, as he looked away. “But don’t worry, the company is in expert hands. I’m sure Andreas is a better boss than I ever was.” He spun on his heels once more and took two steps towards the office door. After that, Valeria didn’t see him anymore. When Antony saw Andreas sitting in the chair that once belonged to his father and consequently to him, he thought he would be annoyed, but his feelings were different this time. Andreas’ leadership posture surprised him. His courage and boldness were positive traits that Antony certainly admired.