Chucky And Andy Novels & Stories

He was pretty, but I wasn't interested in him. San shot me a glare and I finally pushed myself off the couch as the pretty fragile thing approached me with a smile. “I'm Andy.” He introduced himself as he plopped himself on my lap, his hands already roaming my body and I clenched my jaw tightly to avoid saying something stupid. “Let's go already.” I muttered as I gently got him off me and walked out of the living room to my car. San was already kissing Brad like he was starving and Andy won't stop clinging to me like some kind of leech.

"Oh, that's right... I mean if looks could kill a man... Kaylin would be under six feet right now. Short Leg. Didn't expect you to have it." The two had returned to their usual positions by the pond, sitting on a bench there while each holding a can of coke. "I know it's stupid... It's not that I don't know about Michel's past but I don't need a daily reminder, you know." Andy put his can in the space between him and her and reached into his pocket for a cigarette. "It's not like you need to be mad at him now." "What do you mean?" Andy lit a cigarette and took a long drag, eyeing a few ducks swimming in the pond.

Instead, he thought for a moment and said, "You hate me because of your parents, and you've met your ex-fiance. Do you think I should believe you?" Gladyce closed her eyes. She was well aware of the answer. To be honest, given her professional ability, she wouldn't believe herself either... "And," said Andy, looking at her up and down. "I heard that you have half a chip in your body?" Gladyce was a little taken aback. She nodded slowly. "Yes." Andy smiled. "So, can I speculate that you came to the capital for the other half of the chip? Because if you don't find it, the half that's in you will be left there and torment you forever,"

Andy let out a low chuckle as he pulled beers from the freezer, the sound of glass clinking loud in the kitchen? “Keep your shit down… we don’t want…” Chance snapped, his glare sharp as it cut toward the door, hoping Zara had not heard them talking about her as if she was not standing twenty feet away. “Just tell her… it’s not a big deal… she’ll accept you,” Andy said, smacking Chance hard on the back before grabbing an apple and biting into it like he did not have a care in the world. “You can’t change who you are… better start now,” he added, chewing loudly while watching Chance’s jaw tick.

Andy nodded, pouting. "As you can remember, someone was chasing me then. And I jumped from the outside to your backyard. And I saw that there were clothes hanging, and at that time I had a wound on my arm so I planned to take a cloth to aid my wound, BUT! I got something else. And that is your... your panty with Monday written on it. Come to think of it, Baby, you haven't shown me the Tuesday to Sunday panties yet," Andy buried her face in Clein's chest and slapped him in embarrassment. In the morning…

Andy said, walking over to the desk. “I'm almost done.” Ricky answered. Andy was Ricky's right-hand Beta, his closest friend, and the second person he trusts the most, after Paulina. Andy was also very hot and good-looking. He was a brunette with black eyes. And a lady's man. He was known to be a playboy, but he wasn't as brutal as his friend, Ricky. “Okay cool. I'll be waiting downstairs. Meanwhile, you have a visitor,” Andy announced. “Who?”

They are shouting at each other, but Kimberly freezes as he mentions the bar. "Surprised?!??" He smirks. "Well, come to think of it, I am more surprised to hear that, my precious little princess. The one I protected since she was little was once a disgusting P-R-O-S-T-I-T-U-T-E!!!" Andy's words are menacing that she gets scared and sits back in her chair. "Why did you do that!?!! WHY!!!!" Andy slams his hand on the desk. He had known Andy since she was nine, and yes! He's always been there to protect her, like a big brother.

Your lower lip is bursted He tried to move away Me: what happened I held unto his arms tightly Andy: I got into a fight with a stupid idiot

the man barked. “Her boyfriend,” Andy said casually. “And I suggest you take your hands off her.” “Or what?” Andy smirked. In two quick moves, he had the guy in a chokehold. “You were saying? Now, I’m going to let go, and you’re going to disappear. Never come near her again. She’s mine, he whispered in his ear. Andy shoved him back, but the guy came at him again, swinging wildly. Andy ducked, blocked the punch, and drove his fist into the guy’s gut. The man doubled over, wheezing like he’d just run a marathon. “Breathe it out,” Andy muttered, grabbing Lucia’s arm. “Go. Now.”

“Thanks. I’ll see if I can find out how to counteract the drugs. Will you send me the detailed list of what’s in the mixture?” “Of course,” Billy says. “I also have information on Andy.” “What did you find? Please tell me you found something incriminating,” I tell him, thinking about the drugs Andy had slipped into my drink. “Andy is picking up the pace on his plans, and I still can’t figure out what he’s plotting.” The only thing I can think of is that Andy is controlling what Chloe does in the Project and Proposal Department, but then again, there are so many issues popping up that I’m not sure if ‘control’ is a good word.