Drew Pickles Novels & Stories

I was genuinely curious. Drew sat up, crossing his legs, and looked at me. "Well, I thought you'd never ask," he said, grinning. "I'm a Senior Design architect, and I own my own brand company down under the Manhattan bridge." I felt a rush of pride for Drew, and also curiosity. "For real?" I asked, impressed. "But why that neighborhood? Why not somewhere much busier?"

"That's enough question for today Justin, let's give him a break, he'll soon be having a lot of responsibilities to shoulder as a married man, so much thinking needs to be made as a soon-to-be husband, don't you agree with me Drew?" Justin bursted out in another fit of laughter at Phoebe's statement, he clearly remembered when he would ask Drew to go out with him to pick up women for his leisure time but Drew would bluntly refuse saying he had no interest for women and that made Justin to have the thought that his dear friend would end up an old maid but now he was suddenly getting married. Drew drank his drink in one gulp, he stood up after dropping the glass on the table. "I'll be heading

At the Grocery Store – 20 Minutes Later Liam walked down the aisle with a basket hanging from one arm , pickles, strawberry ice cream, bread, and bottled water already inside. He was scanning for Clara’s weird cereal craving when a voice behind him said, “Never thought I’d catch you in daylight again.” Liam froze. He knew that voice. He turned slowly. Drew. Black jeans, leather jacket, that same arrogant smirk like nothing in the world could touch him. “Drew,” Liam said flatly. “Didn’t think you were back in the city,” Drew added, looking Liam up and down. “Still playing house with your trashy family?”

Opening her e-mail account on the laptop set before her, she set down to writing her letter appealing for the post of a secretary in Serene; one of the biggest electronic companies in the world owned by none other than the influential Drew family. She had come upon the advert on a newspaper sheet which she had found on the floor of the restaurant while tidying up-helping Mae; their Jamaican cleaner who had just been delivered of a child a few days ago. The paper was five days old but she held onto the hope that it may not have been taken. An hour later, she clicked the send button and prayed that it would go through. ***************************************************************

I cross my arms over my chest huffily as Jake pulls up the long expanse of driveway to his gorgeous two-story home that practically faces my own. “Emma doesn’t lecture. Emma likes to help, and nope, I really was just bulk buying my Bambino three hundred cases of pickles, so I don’t have to make another two-a.m. jog across town to find a seven eleven that sells them.” Jake lifts knowing eyebrows and a cheeky smile my way. Dazzling me with his pearly whites and trademark Carrero dimples.

He exclaims, eyeing the bags that were full with containers. Being a businesswoman didn't bother the fact that Ms. Drew was a great cook and a caring mother. She always managed to make homemade cookies or batters of pastry and many other homemade snacks for Jason. She knew the boy won't ever bother to care of his health and cravings so whenever Ms. Drew could make extra pickles or many various food items that can be stored in cool for long and can be eaten after a little frying or baking. "These will last ten years! Jeez, how much did you make?!" Jason jokes, as the two giggle.

Why does her mother have to sell pickles? Now he discovered that he knew nothing about the woman he considered his wife. Daisy didn't know what he was thinking. Watching him continue to pick pickles, she felt extremely happy. --- As soon as he entered Mr. Drkov's room, a series of photos were thrown at Dalziel. “Can you tell me what this is all about? Did you do something wrong to Atlas and bring these photos in front of him? What do you mean?" Dalziel looked at the photos at his feet and did not pick them up. He was just a little surprised that these photos were in Mr. Drkov's hands, Atlas would not give him these photos, it could only be that woman.

Luckily for them, there was only one Percy who owned a significant tract of land near Villisca, Iowa. It was unseasonably warm, and most of them were only wearing light coats or jackets. Drew was wearing a bright red cape and had also brought a Guy Fawkes inspired mask. Drew mentioned that she was disappointed that no one else had decided to wear a costume, but she was so invigorated that they had decided to go, she let her disappointment lie.

She lifted her eyebrow at him. Lisa popped Drake in the stomach and narrowed her brow playfully. "Yeah. No eating the pickles. The full jar in the cabinet will not be used tonight. It's for a more special occasion." Drake winked and picked up another pickle, sucking at it sensually when Sicily turned around. "Good grief, Drake. You're so vulgar. You fit in perfectly with Lisa and Marc." Sicily turned back around and started to pull burgers off the grill. Jake stepped up and held a platter as she loaded it up. "Glad Kari and I aren't considered vulgar."