Falsettos Andrew Rannells Novels & Stories

“She’s always been good at spinning tales. Especially when she’s trying to crawl out of trouble.” Roman stepped forward. “Careful.” Andrew didn’t budge. “What did she get herself into this time, huh? Shoplifting? Another stunt to get Daddy’s attention—even if he’s six feet under?” I saw red. But Roman saw worse. He took one measured step closer. “I’m going to give you one chance to walk away before I forget I’m in a hospital and not an interrogation room.” Andrew’s mouth twisted. “And what are you, exactly? Boyfriend? Bodyguard? Replacement groom?” He looked past Roman, right at me. “You lied, Reina. You told us you were married. Is this the lie you thought you could get away with?”

"I was simply checking on a student, who happens to be my sister, to ensure that she was okay." "On the rooftop," Andrew repeated. "Alone. With the door closed." Did he not just hear that she was my stepsister? I felt irritation build up in my body, but I forced myself to swallow it down. "I understand your concern, but the door wasn't closed when I arrived," I lied smoothly. "Miss Conserto was upset about something that happened at lunch. I was making sure she was safe." Andrew crossed his arms, clearly unconvinced. "Mr. Diablos, I'm going to be honest with you. There's been... rumors. About you and Miss Conserto. Nothing concrete, just observations from a student about the way you two inte

"Wait, the paternity result came out as yours?" "Yes." "That means Ralph fooled him and didn't keep his part of the deal as promised," Gabriella soliloquized, noting the confused look on Anderson's face. "Please sit, I'll explain everything to you." After a bit of reluctance, Anderson returned to the seat. "Renard planned to sabotage the paternity result so the truth wouldn't be revealed. When I told you he was involved in your divorce, I wasn't lying. He connived with the doctor, who agreed to do as he said and interfere with the readings so it doesn't come out as yours. He did all this to make you lose your position in Horatios and then I would convince you to recommend him to your father

People leaned forward. “He is stressed,” I added, waving my hand as though brushing away smoke. “The pressure, the family name, the cameras; of course he is saying silly things.” But they didn’t believe me. I could feel it. Their eyes weren’t on me anymore. They were on him. And then Alessandro opened his mouth again. “Do you want silly?” His voice was steady, too steady. “Here is the truth. Sandra forged the prenup. She worked with Marcus Chen to trap me and my family. She’s been with him—while pretending to marry me.”

I could just give in. But I didn’t regret saying it. Because it was the truth. “I don’t want to be your stand-in anymore,” I told him, rising to my feet. “You’re only with me because I look like Felicity. We both know it. But I’m not her. And I refuse to let you keep pretending that I am.” My voice was hoarse but resolute. A complex emotion flickered in Andrew’s eyes, but it was fast. A moment later, it was replaced by coldness.

No matter where he hides, I will search for him and drag him out. "Jonathan, I know it is you. Please return my documents to me. You can take anything from me, my money or anything, but I need my documents and passport," Andrew begged through the phone. I did not even stop laughing. I continued laughing loudly. "Jonathan, please just return my documents to me. I am sorry. I know I messed up, but please, this is too much," Andrew added desperately. I stopped laughing. "This isn't too much," I told him coldly. "Because when you were neglecting Stella and treating her as if she was some type of burden, and then you brought your mistress home, you never thought it was too much. So why are you co

He wore a faded leather jacket that didn't match the Vegas heat and had callused hands folded neatly on the table. She stared. "You always just sit down with strangers?" she asked, her voice cold as ice. She wasn't a fan of men, and less greasy ones. "Only the ones who look like they've just had a chat with rock bottom," he said, grinning. "Name's Gutter." Aurora almost snorted, he looked like one. She raised a brow. "That your real name?" "No. But it's the only one that stuck." He leaned back, looking her over but not leering, just assessing. "You sing?"

He flashed his perfect thirty two in a smile that made the ladies go weak in the knees. Miranda didn’t know how to answer that question so she simply nodded in affirmation. “Good. That’s because I woke up on the right side of the bed today. And since I am feeling very generous, I won’t fire you here and now.” Her face went pale. Fire? “Instead, I’ll give you the benefit of doubt. Re-do this bullshit presentation. With statistics that give me nothing less than an additional two million customers per day.” Her mouth dropped to the floor. Two million?

Instead, she is only kind and docile in front of a young lad named Andrew Gartin. Andrew Gartin looked kind and gentle when he was in front of Rhianne. But when she's not around, Andrew will sneakily spread rumors that Rhianne Cartel is a snobbish person who looks down on people who are not on the same level as her. He was doing it by disguising it as a warning to their classmates and telling everyone not to approach her so that Rhianne will not vent her anger on them.

The way he had me caged by his hot body and fluffy bed underneath, I feared that he would be doing what he had awaited but missed out on our wedding night; sex! He spat right on my face, his hot breaths burning against my cold, trembling face, “What happened to you all of a sudden? The wild cat in the restaurant who got the guts to call her husband sexually impotent turned into a scared puppy?” Xander mocked me with his tongue, and all I could do was shake my body free and croak out, “Xander, Xander I am sorry. That was all a lie. See, I was helpless. If I wouldn’t have lied, Andrew would have come to know about us being a couple and…”