Britt Andrews Novels & Stories

She never came out of her room yesterday, not for food, not to catch up on her pack duties. Nothing. When I tried to get into the room and talk to her she wouldn’t say anything, just kept the door locked and the tv up really loud. Don’t get me wrong, I have a key to the door. But the goal is for her to want to talk to me again, and barging into the room where I'm not wanting just might not be the answer. She let Creed in the room long enough to give her food and restock her snacks in the mini fridge. He said she looked awful, her hair is a mess and there’s trash all over the room. It’s been days since she’s left the room and everytime he goes in there to give her food he said it smells like

I stood and walk over to where I usually keep my snack and brought out chocolate. I took my time munching on the delicious snack. After which I went through my F******k notifications. Beatrice tagged me in so many of the pictures she took while in the private jet. I notice she didn't post any picture with Lucas. I reacted and commented on some of her pictures.

I asked. “Fine, you are no fun, I hope she turns you into a better perosn and not this boring person here.” He said and I rolled my eyes at him. “Brianna, Killan and Andrew’s cousin, she is here, this is where she wants her destination wedding to be and it’s being confirmed, Killan arrived here last night. Andrew is still yet to come.” “That’s weird, they are always together, they already have a passport and a plane, why will Andrew stay behind.”

“I’m Bria.” “Andrew,” he replied, shaking her hand warmly. “I honestly think it would be a waste of a beautiful evening if you spend it alone. Unless… you’d like to follow me? We could talk, get to know each other more.” Bria’s cheeks flushed. She cleared her throat. “Sure.” Andrew took her hand gently, and they walked back toward the lively part of the festival together. Unseen in the shadows, Carl stood watching them with a cold, stormy expression before turning and walking away.

Brittany scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she stepped closer, the smirk on her face deepening. “You think I owe you something?” Brittany laughed bitterly, crossing her arms. “I didn’t ask you to play mom, Sky. You were desperate for attention, playing the martyr, and now you’re mad because I’ve got what you don’t. You’re just bitter because, deep down, you know Andrew would rather be with me than with a washed-up loser like you.”

"If it hadn't been for that brat drugging Andrew and forcing a mating... well, we all know Fiona only let it happen out of pity. With Andrew’s rank, he could have had any high-born Alpha or Omega in the city." "He's finally back on the market. My youngest is coming back from the academy soon. Perhaps we could arrange a meeting?" "Let’s not rush," Maren said smoothly. Andrew’s face remained as still as a frozen lake as he reached the doorway. "Why the delay? Andrew is nearly thirty, and that useless boy didn't even give you a pup in two years. It's a waste of—" The woman—Mrs. Brooks—stopped mid-sentence. She looked up and saw Andrew standing in the archway. He was wearing a black mask, his go

"I know that he has his flaws and we can share the same star sign but he doesn't deserve to get cheated on and I think he's handling it the best way he can." "He has fallen for Sienna so I think that they are both going to make a great partnership but I'm not so sure because Andrew tends to have two people in one I know that he has both sides and I've hung out with him and he is a pleasure to be around but there's also a dark side that Brent needs to deal with. Andrew has hate towards Carlo. Andy is a little boy who wants his parents together. He wants both his parents back together and he doesn't understand why that can't happen."

Brittany was already an Intermediate-Royal ranked fighter, so her hearing was astounding. She had overheard these people discussing the plot of harming Zendaya. However, Zendaya was going to become her company’s celebrity endorser soon. How could she let Zendaya get hurt? Plus, she was very fond of Zendaya. Upon entering the restroom, she quickly dialed Alex’s number and told him about the matter. “Okay, I understand! Just pretend nothing has happened, Mom. Go home after the concert.”

As he watched, Andrew felt like crying a little, too. * * * Bridget pulled her coat tighter, rounding the corner of the nearest portacabin before breaking down and bawling her eyes out. She’d managed to keep it together on the way to fetch Andrew, even on the way back after seeing him again—the first time in three bloody weeks!—but it was getting harder and harder.

He clenched his palms tightly against her waist as he emptied himself inside her. “That was quite fast!” Olivia said as Andrew withdrew himself from her and turned towards the door. “Open the door, please.” His voice was an echo of exhaustion. Four Weeks Later Beatrice was having another mental breakdown after her appointment with the doctor left her drained and hopeless. It had been confirmed that she was dealing with unexplained infertility, and she couldn't contain the sadness that tugged aggressively at her chest. “I want to have your babies, Andrew.” She said amidst tears, lifting her gaze to meet him. “I really want to become a mother.”