Archie Andrews Novels & Stories

It hurt him but He choose the Army over Claire. She must have moved on now. Yes He made the right decision and now, he was about to make another right decision. His intentions was well known to his superiors. He was going to resign from the Army. General ISSA thought it Foolish. A very foolish decision. At 27, Andrew was already a pending Lieutenant. The sky was going to be his limit. Andrew no longer wanted to Soar. He no longer wanted to conquer the World.All he wanted right now, was to go anywhere his steps would take him. He deeply wished He could revisit Salstone and see Claire.

So, the group went to a bar to celebrate his achievement. Abbie and Valeria raised their glasses to Andrew with a smile,"Here's to you, Andrew! Thanks for helping!" Andrew was a little shy, "Ahh... I didn't do much actually... " "You did great, so much better than someone... " Abbie glanced at Raymond, who was sulking ever since he knew Andrew was the one who had planned everything. He could understand them taking action against Paisley, but he wasn't happy with them for including Talitha. She was his cousin, after all.

I said annoy "Because if you really like Cynthia , I suggested that you stop bothering Elena" "We have a project together and besides we both like photography so you can't make me n-" "Cynthia or Elena.. pick don't be greedy" Andrew said a little bit piss and I can't believe he said in that tone "What's wrong with you?" Archer asked "Do you realise that none of us like Cynthia?" Andrew asked and I raised my eyebrows "Why? She's beautiful , nice , sexy.. and-" "A slut" Andrew cut me

“I’m Andrew Cameron, by the way.” “I already know that,” she replies. “Paige Houston, doctor and carer of your wound.” “I figured.” He smiles. “See, Mia here has many abilities but healing hands is definitely not one of them.” Mia scowls at the jab and attempts to slap him in retaliation. He catches the swing easily though, smirk so wide that it seems that his face won't be able to muster any other expression as he returns her hand back to her side. Just then, Andrew gets the chance to look around him, and he finds himself amazed.

Linda was startled and her hand that was holding the shoe froze in the air. She snapped her head around only to find that the man who shouted for her to stop was Andrew, the youngest man in the office. Andrew had just turned twenty years old and had just graduated from University to work as an intern in the office. He had remained quiet before when the other male designers were speaking out for Sabrina, but had finally found his voice this time. Before Linda could react in any way, Andrew kicked her down to the ground, which wasn't challenging for a strong young man like himself. He did not risk waiting for Linda to react and immediately scooped Sabrina up in his arms, before dashing out lik

But even Olivia walked dutifully next to me even though everyone stared. "Let's begin," Andrew said in his deep voice. He looked to be in his late thirties although he was actually eighty-five. He had light brown hair with a bit of gray in it and light blue eyes. He had a prominent chin and his muscles, though obviously apparent, were not exceptionally huge.

And that personality slowly changes because of Andrew. Andrew on the other hand is the complete opposite. Andrew is way shorter than Karl, almost eighteen centimeters shorter. His relatively thin build and short stature often lead him to be mistaken for a grade school student. But his height doesn’t stop him from doing what he loves. His layered brown hair was tousled as well. His downturned eyes were a pair of green. More than what he looks, however, he was the quickest in the team that makes him one of the best spikers. If Karl has a cold demeanor, Andrew was the ball of sunshine of the team. He has a cheerful and energetic personality. He is capable of reading social cues and be incredibl

" We need to see the Sheik's present, his envoy won't be staying for the party. " Oh yes, my friends, I need to see the gift from the Sheik of Dubai. " But the man is very chic indeed, and I'm royalty..." Andrew jokes, but the truth is that he really is royalty. Andrew is a prince, son of the Duke of Kent and grandson of the Earl of St. Andrews. In the future he will inherit both titles. " My friend, you're the only nobleman here. " I laugh and stand up. Hazel squeezes my arm.

Andrew wrote down a number and said, “his name is Jason and he is an architect. Find a position for him.” Greg chuckled but didn’t argue. ‘Who knows, it might just be one of Susan’s friends.’ He walked out to work on what Andrew had instructed him to do. Andrew was working to beat time when a tall, slender figure walked into his office. Her hands opened the door so gently that her presence wasn't immediately felt, carrying a cloud of beauty when her lips stretched.

Andrew winked at Kate, saying, “Nice catch, Kate.” Kate blushed, but Carlos said back, “I’m equally lucky to have Kate.” “Since I have you now, right in front of me, I am going to take advantage of the situation,” Andrew said, leaning back in his seat. “When you win Wimbledon, I want a full exclusive interview.” Carlos fell bemused. It was then when Kate explained, “Andrew is the CEO of KNW Lifestyle Media in the UK.” “Oh,” Carlos smiled. He turned to Kenzie, who was still throwing daggers at him. He replied, “Sure, an exclusive might appease Kenzie.”