Britt Andrews Novels & Stories

Andy ask when she approach Brittany, Brittany glance at her and smile. "We we'll be safe and wait for Shun" Brittany said and play with her knife even Andy glance at her hand and amaze,. "How can you play with that easily" Andy ask again then Brittany stop playing it,. "I was being trained since youth for my safety but sadly that's useless, I'm to young to even protect my parents" Brittany sadly said it and grip the knife, the story makes her sad but that story is all fake truth that she was trained since youth but she is homeless girl who was being held to trained,.

Deep in my heart, I was a hopeless romantic. I wanted to know all that had happened, but I didn’t ask; she’d tell me when she was ready. I had my laptop open, hacking into a well-shielded wall in the Duncan Enterprises firewall, trying to dig up more about the woman than just her phone number. I’d have a pretty file waiting for Bri when we met up, or if she even ever came home to New Orleans. I didn’t know what was going to happen with everything now. She was changing, she sounded strong and happy. I couldn’t ask for anything more. But I’d seen what the witches' court was like; we needed her here, too. Andrew was a great fill-in, but his act could only hold up as long as his patience had gro

But then his eyes suddenly widened and he screamed loudly while pointing the screen. "Oh, dude you need to watch this!" He stood up and immediately walked towards my seat and put his laptop on top of my desk. "What is this Andrew?" I asked him with an uninterested tone. "Your wife joined the international competition, dude!" "What are you talking ----" But my question abruptly died inside my throat when I saw Sophia on the screen with her friend, Craig. She's wearing a yellow ruffled dress that shows almost all her skin, with a black belt and a black wristband that matched with Andrew's attire in all black.

All I wanted was a simple, peaceful life of my own. However, just as I picked up my pace, he caught up to me and stepped in front of me, blocking my path. “Andy, you’re still mad at me, aren’t you? I know I was wrong. I really do. I just found out that Brittany’s pregnancy was fake. Her parents aren’t like what she said either. They were never going to kill her. And everything she did to target you at the firm… I’ve investigated it all. I’ve gathered all the evidence and sent her to prison, Andy.

Fuck boy ✅ check. The dark aura around him scares her a tiny bit, what happens when Bryan makes it his mission to take his revenge on her by making her life miserable. Bryan Andrews is dark. Ruthless. Cold. And likes to be in control. Taking his revenge on the princess that ruined a major part of his life was the only thing on his bucket list, his upmost priority without backing out. ****** This is the Story of Bryan Andrews. Hawk Andrews and Mary Davies son. It can be read as a stand alone. You don't have to read the first book. (Pregnant For The bully) first.

Andrew Andrew Mitchell was the bae of his school, all girls went crazy over him.He had the good looks and the brains. He was a fitness freak yet a foodie and loved sports. He was a MR.POPULAR of his school. Andrew was known for his extra cockiness. But He was also a closed book, he never really opened up to any one. He was this mysterious guy with the looks that could kill anyone. Andrew's life was complicated that made him stern and heartless at times. He did find someone for whom his heart melted.

“Wanna talk about it?” “It’s nothing serious” she simply said. I was about talking but the sound of a ringing tone stopped me. I looked beside me on the bed and Brittany’s phone laid there ringing. The caller’s ID says ANDY. I raised a brow. Who is Andy?, I wondered. Brittany got up from the bed and took her phone. She checked the caller’s ID and suddenly seemed nervous. She looked at me and picked the call. “Hello” She said leaving the room and closed the door behind her.

His head bobs frantically. "Anything. Take whatever you want." "Thank you." I mean it, too. Fear has succeeded where money failed. He crawls out of the booth into the rain, slamming the door behind him. The monitors occupy the entire wall behind his desk. I lower myself into the chair and punch in the date and time, setting the footage to 4x speed. Families. Truck drivers. Students. Holidaymakers. Hundreds of faces moving through the station without consequence. I see her. Baseball cap pulled low over her eyes, backpack hanging from one shoulder.