Anthony Anderson Novels & Stories

There was no doubt he'd be joining the CIA after graduation. Now for his age, seventeen, Anderson was already a spectacle. Although, everyone in Mcbornie acknowledged that he was a nerd, he however had well-developed biceps, a well-cut out figure, and a perfect V-shaped face. His grandmother had always thought it ironic. At the moment, he was lying down on his bed, face to the ceiling, calculating the rest of the day, in advance. He always calculated everything. In fact, his best friend Harrison had concluded to himself that Anderson Simpson was the most organised person in the universe. Anderson was never caught without an activity, or bored out. He always had something to keep himself busy

exclaimed the first woman. "Enough! Be quiet! Have you forgotten? That's Mr. Adrian Evans Anderson! The only son of Mr. Aaron Anderson! I heard from one of the company's senior secretaries that he will be replacing his father, who is currently ill, and will serve as CEO! And that's him!" said a man who had just arrived.

His fingers loosened, and he released Anderson abruptly, jaw tight, eyes stormy as if he, too, didn’t fully understand the fury that had seized him just moments before. Anderson shot him a sharp look, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Did some demon possess you, jeez, man?” he snapped. “Or don’t tell me you like Katie now?” Anthony didn’t even blink. “She’s not my spec,” he said coolly. “Why would I like her?”

"He died before he can say. I'm sorry, Cap." "No," I shook my head as I returned to the screen. "You did a good job. Rest up before I give the next assignment." "Thanks, Cap." I tap on the touch screen keyboard and red tag Anderson's picture- DECEASED. There wasn't much about Anderson. His full name is Bobby Anderson, and he is in his mid-twenties. He may look like a lumberjack, giant, and brute with a goatee, and people see him as older than he seems, but he's the youngest member of the Order Executives.

But they want only one thing in return and that is to marry Ryan Anderson who is the only son of Robin Anderson, one of the closest friends of my father. Ryan Anderson has the looks of Hugo Boss's model and is the most eligible bachelor of America. He can be the hero of any CEO-employer love story as he is the CEO of his father's company. Only if he was having a relation with one of his employees! I know too cliche to handle, right? He is now 26 years old and soon won't be a bachelor anymore, since we'll be married. I am actually happy that I will marry him. It is not like that Nathaniel Morrow will be interested in me anyways, so why not a Hugo Boss model!

Ferty and Andy: "You bastards, do you want to eat jail time? Beating people like that for no reason is the only way I can resist, don't blame me!" Mr. Henry picked up the shovel and used all his strength to enter the house to hit Mrs. Ferty on the head, the boy saw that old Henry was about to hit his grandmother, Andy quickly ran out and caught the blow. With a "Bong" sound, the blood flowed from Andy's head more and more, at this moment he felt a blurry scene ahead, he looked at Mr. Henry fading with red and heard his grandmother scream: "Andy! Andy! My nephew, what the hell have you done, you bastard?!"

It was also the number my lawyer still used to contact me from the States, so it worked out. “Hello?” I asked, wondering who would have been calling. “Is this Nathaniel?” I heard an older man ask. “Yes, this is he? May I ask who this is?” “Nathaniel, this is Tim. I know I sound old, but, well, I am old. I’m 78 years old.” “Tim? Why on earth are you calling me?” “I’m calling because, well, I’m dying, Nathaniel. I can feel it. I can feel my body shutting down.”

Carmen's POV The first result was a W i k i p e d i a page. The photograph at the top showed a man in a white football jersey, arms spread wide after a goal, stadium lights shining behind him, thousands of people on their feet. The face was the same face that had been watching me from the pillow twenty minutes ago. Andre Fernandez is a Spanish professional footballer who plays as a winger for La Liga club Real Numancia and the Spain national team. Known for his exceptional dribbling, pace and agility, he is considered one of the best left-footed right wingers in the world.

All of whom dropped everything the were doing to get dig up everything on The Anderson Family. "Nathan, The Anderson family comprises of James and Katherine Anderson, the mother and father their children Stephen, Michael, Ryan and Sara Anderson. Stephen and Ryan currently live in the Anderson Family home with their parents home located in the western district. Sara Anderson is away attending college. Michael their Second son was Murdered three week ago. The police are investigating but no leads. Anderson Ltd is a stable construction company they are currently in the lead to take over the major projects of Kent globals construction in the East district of the black mountain villas."

Alessandro was already waiting in the corridor outside, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Of course he was. “Well,” he drawled as I approached, “that was… dramatic. I have to admit I did not expect you to hold on or off this long, but you two somehow managed.” I shot him a look that shut him up quick enough. We started walking toward the council room.