Dawn Andrews Novel Novels & Stories

Silvia was convinced it felt like a scene pulled from a novel. Before that, she had even brought home escapees from the psych ward and beggars from under the bridge, but those stories never went anywhere. Silvia was a sucker for novels, the kind where a high-and-mighty CEO fell head over heels for the girl next door. She was obsessed. In the past, she would flirt with just about any guy she stumbled upon, leaving me to deal with the mess.

Pia Drew woke up by the sound of her alarm. It was 4:30 am. She was in between deciding to head back to sleep or get up early for her summer class. She didn't have time to decide when she heard clinking downstairs. When she peeked from the inside balcony, she saw Andrew in a white sleeveless top, cooking an early breakfast. She headed down. "I'm sorry did I wake you up?" Andrew inquired while frying eggs. "No. I always get up early. I can do the cooking if you like."

Amberleigh thought it was the beginning of a bad joke, a chef, a hooker, two gangsters, and a billionaire walk into a bar. Well, there technically was a self-service latte bar at the fancy medical complex, but it was really just her exhausted mind running away with her that night. Or more correctly, that morning as they were on the cusp of dawn. She would need to make a stop at that latte bar or violence was likely to happen.

Why didn't the patrols seem interested in what was going on around them? Were they not really keeping an eye out? Were they hoping that whoever they were looking for was just going to drop dead in front of them, making their job easier? While it was in our favor, using the cover of the low rising dawn, we raced towards a grocery store that currently had its doors locked, but that mattered little to either me or Claire. In fact, Claire didn't care too since she lined herself up against the glassing of the window, where we saw our reflections, and I watched as she lit her palms up, turning a wonderful lavender color, and then she struck the glass, causing a mini explosion to occur inward.

Andrew took my virginity when I was vulnerable, so I would stop at nothing to make him pay for it. I slid the card back into my pocket and headed upstairs. Careful not to stain anything with the imaginary dirt on my hands, I wiped my hands on my apron before I pushed the door open. “Goodness! This is pure luxury.” I blurted out at the sight of a heaven-like bedroom. Taking glances around the room gradually filled me with anger. How could Andrew have this type of life handed to him on a gold platter? Remorseless humans like him should be living in destitute and not in luxury. I spun around to face the dresser mirror, raking my right hand through my hair while my left hand rested on the golden

Elena’s Pov Sunlight seared my eyelids open. I groaned and turned over again, my hand landing on warm flesh instead of an empty bed. My eyes sprang open. Andrew rested beside me, elbow raised with elbow bent and arm propped on the elbow as if watching me with an intentness that made my stomach flip. His hair stood up in places and the dawn lighted the gold speckles of his grey-colored eyes. 'Good morning,' he growled out roughly.

It was only a single sheet, slightly wrinkled, with a small stain of dried blood near the edge. My chest tightened. Andrew had written this while fighting for his life. At the top of the page, only one word greeted me. Damian. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat before forcing myself to continue. If you're reading this, then I didn't make it. My eyes remained fixed on those words for several seconds. It was strange. Just a few hours ago, Andrew had been sitting across from me in my living room, reminding me that I only had forty-eight hours before he stripped me of everything I owned.

She was surprised because she thought she could leave without being noticed. she didn't have a choice but to stop and face them. She smiled at Lucas's friend, Andrew who has a friendly nature. "Good evening, President Dawson." But in reality, Miranda didn't want to pay attention to Andrew. Heck, she didn't want to pay attention to anyone related to Lucas Grant. However, Andrew Dawson was a prominent figure in Braetom City. She had no choice but to show respect to the man whose presence screamed control. This was his power, the capital power.

Heat surged to my cheeks, my claws lightly twitching as I hesitated, unsure of where to place my hands under his intense stare. I wondered if the weavers were mistaken. It was not Andrew who was enslaved—it was my inner wolf that desperately, hopelessly burned for him. The moment Andrew’s golden eyes landed on my clad body, a dark, predatory fire flared in his gaze. His fingers slipped against the harp strings, creating a harsh, discordant clash that echoed through the stone hall. Andrew withdrew his hand and stood up, his massive frame blocking out the sunlight as he crossed the room toward me. He stopped mere inches away, staring down into my eyes until the silence between us grew heavy.

** A New Dawn and Hidden Shadows** Isabelle awoke to the sound of rain pattering against the bedroom window, a soft and steady rhythm that mirrored her emotions—calm on the surface, turbulent underneath. She stretched, her growing belly making the movement a little awkward. Andrew was already up, his side of the bed cold and neatly made.