Feed Anderson Novels & Stories

It caught me off guard, but then again, when has he not caught me off guard? “Morning wifey.” Anderson grins, leaning against the counter as he reaches for an apple from the fruit bowl Celine put out. He takes a bite from it, his gaze bouncing about the kitchen. “What are you doing in the kitchen?” “Dancing,” I reply, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “What else do they do in the kitchen Mr. Shield.” Anderson's smirk came slow and I instinctively knew what he was going to say next. “Oh baby, we can do a lot of things in the kitchen.”

Anderson must have seen the shock on my face, because he says, almost casually, “It’s too big for one person, really. But I like the quiet. My mate left me after she found her fated mate. I've been alone for the past three years.” His eyes bleed with a swift sadness, to me they scorched like I was his next interest, the possible candidate. I flinch right away, nervous to maintain the look. “But it's fine. I'm alright. At times, Ace comes to join me here but he loves Independence.” “Wow.” We settle into the living room, well that's what he called it. It’s the size of my entire dorm floor. Anderson pours two glasses of water from a crystal jug and hands me one. “You seem nervous?”

“Why aren’t you dead? You can be with Jordan if you die. Isn’t that great?” After I said that, I left. A year later, Harper interned at my company. She was as bubbly as she was in the past, and her eyes were still pure. “Morning, Colhern!” I smiled and extended my hand. “Let me reintroduce myself, I’m Colhern Didley.” I was no longer that version of myself who almost died. I was a new person with my own company and a bright future.

sofa. "Is anderson still asleep?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, it's better that you just wake him up" andrea replied smiling. "All right" andrea replied smiling. "Anyway, is wilson? Still sleeping? He asked smiling. "Wilson left early because he had an important place to go for business" andrea smiled. "Is that so? Well, good for him" he said smiling. He went to anderson's room and saw the child sleeping soundly. She smiled as she watched anderson's gentle face. He is not a real child but he cannot deny that he loves this child very much. He sat down next to anderson and held his hand. He stroked Anderson's hair and slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. He was glad to see him. "Daddy?"

"Let's not use a dress, let's use something more like… Food! Yes. Andy's favorite food is pizza, he loves specifically five kinds. Nothing else lasts with him. Now for me to last, I have to be a pizza he can never get tired of, one he will forever crave. Now I know it would take a lot of commitment, a lot of time, and constant work, but in the end, it would pay off." "If I was someone else, you would have succeeded in confusing me, not advising me. I understand what you mean though, I get it. Thank you, bestie." She leaned forward and wrapped her hands around me. We remained in a loose embrace, her head resting on my shoulder. We remained in silence for as long as we could before I broke it.

His cheesy words were making me lose my sane mind. "I would be grateful if you accept this. Oh sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. You are new here ,right? But I know you. You are Mr. Walker's daughter. But you don't know me, I'm Andrew Anderson. Future Chairman of the Anderson group of companies. Your father and my father are good friends. I have heard a lot about you from your father. And I was very eager to meet you. Finally, I got the chance to meet you." Placing the plate on the table he forwards his hand for a handshake.

Anderson observed with growing irritation as Andrea fidgeted nervously, her fingers twisting together in silence for the past two minutes. "Andrea Singers, have you come to visit me just to twiddle your fingers? Are you so bored with overfeeding that you've come up with such a grand idea?" Mrs. Anderson snorted impatiently, gazing at the once-beauty who had reigned over Vegas for years, now looking like a shadow of her former self. She found it unbearable. Andrea Singers had once been a source of her pride and boasting, but now she is the source of her mockery and ridicule.

He felt uneasy. “Won’t you answer it?” He asked, feigning indifference but swallowed at the aroma and how yummy the food looked. Avery turned to the tray on the bar and said pleadingly, “Please eat breakfast.” Anderson was tempted but couldn’t bring himself to eat in front of her. He picked his newspaper from the other side of the bar and retorted, “I said I won’t eat what you cook for me.” Avery balled her hands into fists to control her anger and said derisively, “Then I will force it down your throat.” Her hand was already on the fork and Anderosn knew that should she try it, he wouldn’t be able to stop her.

"Momma, feed my daddy. He was already hungry." "He can do it in his own, Andy. I don't need too feed him." "Please, Momma!" "Please, Ellie?" He even copied his daughters voice. "I won't bite you anyway, it's the food that I'm going to bite." He said naughtily. "Asshole," she whispered on her side, "Fine I'll do it." "Yey!" Andy exclaimed in joy and seems she was watching a movie by way she was looking at the two in front of her.

Anderson greeted Kit with a smile. "Hi! You're early." Kit greeted him back. "Says who?" Anderson replied while laughing. He decided to join him for a walk. They talked about a lot of things, but what they never talked about was Lana. Anderson told Kit that he was cheated on, which is why he was in Pagudpod. But Kit changed the subject. He wanted to focus their conversation on more positive things, happy things. So they talked about Anderson's life, his family, his band, and childhood friends. Anderson enjoyed talking to Kit.