Britt Andrews Novels & Stories

“I don’t know. Andrew’s just an associate of his. He was showing him the ropes for the company he’s working with.” She paused, then added, almost casually— “Andrew still goes to LSU. Next year is his last year, so… we’ll be there together. That’s actually why I applied and after I got the scholarship.” She glanced over her shoulder. “Sorry, girl.” That word... Sorry. It didn’t feel like an apology. It felt like distance. Brittany frowned, watching her for a moment before speaking again. “So you’re just gonna ignore me now? Like… I’m your friend.”

'Well, ladies and gentlemen, it's been brought to our attention that Janie Andrews, the estranged wife of heartthrob and musical popstar Ryder Sumner, has had a bout with karma, and karma knocked her on her ass. 'In a little while, let's say two minutes; there will be pictures downloaded on our website. Fair warning, you may want to put down whatever food or drink you're having before taking a look at these. I've seen them firsthand, folks, and I've got to say, they are not for the faint of heart.'

I kept my head down. "Eric, stop running from reality. I can see. And I have always seen THE Eric James Winslet who is benevolent and who knows how to pursue his girl," she laughed. After 20 minutes ( AT PRESS CONFERENCE) "Miss Scarlett Anderson is the sole new designer who is going to design for Andrew Smith, the Irish model for this new Winslet's project" I announced at the press conference "Miss Scarlett Anderson, congratulations!" one of the reporters said. "Are you excited, Miss Scarlett?" Another reporter said.

She sighed a breath a relief as Brandy spoke. "Luna, I saw you were in trouble." "Good timing, Brandy." "You need to go, whoever you are." "I am the Beta female. I'm not going anywhere." They stared each other down and Andrew started for her. Brandy was almost eye to eye with him and just before he got to her, a hand was at his throat. Andrew saw a bad sight as his feet dangled off the floor. Jake held him in place as he had so much anger coursing through him. He looked right at Andrew.

I don't like being commanded, but why am I scared to disobey Bryan Andrews. ****

Bri “So we have established that a rite was intended to take place, that my mother ordered my familiar killed, and Beckham dealt that blow. Andrew.” Andrew took a tentative step forward. “I ask that you speak only the truth, Andrew here is a victim too, he didn’t have a choice in this either, he was forced to follow his father’s wishes.” Andrew’s gaze looked over the crowd of fearful faces before looking straight at Bri.

I said defeated but my words did works putting a big smile on her the face, which for some reason made me smile too. ******** Rachel I'm walking faster than I should, it's almost as if I'm running but I don't care, I have duties that needed my care at times like this, Brandon has to run for emergency delivery, and Jane is also out of town on times like this, so I have to take care stay the night with Marlene. I don't have any problem babysitting at night. All I've to do is stay with Marlene and that's all. I came in front of Brandon's door in no time only to find Brandon standing there all dressed up, ready to up. "Ready to leave doc," I waved, teasing him with a bit of a smile.

Andrew said Luke switched all his shifts so the two of them would never even cross paths. Luke wasn't the only one mad with the two of us; Britney and Eli both avoided Andrew and me like we had the plague. Britney spoke to me once when she bought groceries, and I was the only lane available. The anger and disappointment in her voice broke my heart. I had never felt so guilty in my life as when she reminded me how seriously Luke took his promises. The disapproving looks they shot us on the street told us all we needed to know. I wished I had a way to make them see how happy Andrew and I were, to find a way to make us all friends again.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."