Anthony Anderson Novels & Stories

Her name wasn't Antonette Andrews, but Angela Andrews, the same name that matches the only daughter of Manny Andrews. “Will you really be okay if we… look more about your secretary, boss?” Colin asked. Jude nodded. “Yes. Tell me more.” “Miss Antonette, or Angela, has two more brothers. Matteo Andrews is a genius. He's smart, and he won a championship in the mathematics olympics at Canada back in 2013. However, he was paralyzed a few years ago.” Colin began reading while Jude remained observing and listening, connecting all the dots in his mind.

Andy turned his body a bit twisted to his side to face Leandro. "I am not sure what connections, good or bad, you have with each other but this man, whom you all seemed to call, Charles Anderson, if I am not mistaken, is Lawrence Duncan," Andy's eyebrows formed a single line as he was so confused himself. "He was also a Marine just like Leith Peters, but Lawrence Duncan was given a dishonorable discharge for doing a crime declared confidential by the higher authorities."

The cool, salty wind whipped at his coat. Suddenly, the sharp vibration of his cell phone broke the silence. He pulled it from his pocket, noting the unknown number, and answered. "Hello? Who is this?" he demanded flatly. "Am I speaking with Mr. James Anderson?" a smooth, deeply familiar voice inquired. James’s stomach plummeted. Every muscle in his body instantly locked up. "Yes. You are." "This is Andrew, CEO of Royal Holdings.”

The man was an heir of the Garcia family, and not only was he arrogant, but he was one of the men who had helped with spreading the rumors of the scandal that happened in hopes to benefit from them. The odd part was, the humans were less concerned about the topic. It was the wolves who saw a sacred mating bond as broken as a felony. In truth, as wolves, it was, but I was still surprised by their nonchalance reaction of the ‘forgiveness’ between the old couple. “Andreas, I trust that you’re well” Nathan said, keeping his hand wrapped around me. He glared at the man who smirked, noticing Nathan’s annoyance in his eyes. “I am, thank you” he said as a woman approached him. She stood a step behin

A small smile appeared on her face as she saw me when she looked at Andres again. “So the rumors were true after all. You knocked me up, and now you are playing house with your second chance mate?” “That is enough, Elizabeth,” Andres growled when I felt like I had heard this name somewhere. “Alpha Sanders.” all three of us turned around to see Doctor Quinn standing behind us.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

We have 350 warriors, 150 cadets, and many civilians who train to be able to defend themselves. - Dad, 12 years ago, when Angel's mother died in that rogue attack, we never managed to find out the reason for such an attack, nor who led such an attack. Do you think it's possible it was Jackson? My dad looks at me with a look I can't quite place. He looks at the phone and then back at me. He picks up the phone and calls someone. - Julian, it's time to activate the plan. – I hear my father say to his PA.

He lets out a sigh and turns around, his eyes locked on the picture frame in his hand. After another five seconds, he puts the picture frame in his desk drawer and locks it before looking up at me, "Mr. Gattani." "Mr. Anderson." I greet him, with a curt nod. Thomas Anderson, is an extremely wealthy man who is respected by many people. He took over his fathers company at a young age but eventually got bored and started a new business. He's involved in many things, gunrunning being one of them and a couple of small business deals on the side. The one single thing that everyone seems to like about him is how he helps people.

How do two people make me feel almost the same way? Taking a deep breath I put on the clothes, and throw my wet hair into a ponytail. Opening the bathroom door back up I see both men standing side by side in front of the door. Alex changed into sweat pants and t-shirt, with his hair looking as if he rubbed his towel through it. Walking away from the both of them towards the door my stomach rumbled. I need food. Food always makes everything better.

And it was a major game against one of the best basketball team in the state. I was getting angrier and angrier by the minute, thinking of how Michael Tema was slowly changing Anthony is just five days since he asked him out. “C’mon. Let’s just do it ourselves,” I said and sat down on a stool. Anderson brought the plastic bowl containing the wet clay closer to me and a bowl of water beside it. Then he arranged the needle and loop tools on the table.