Feed Anderson Novels & Stories

For three whole years, every time Vincent held me and told me to be patient, every time he said we’d have our baby, every time he came with me to a fertility specialist… It was all a lie. The only thing that was real was the pressure. The disappointment from the Don. The whispers behind my back, wondering if I was fit to be the future lady of the Romano family. All of that was real. My phone buzzed—a notification from a group chat. Sophia Castellano, Vincent’s ex-girlfriend, had posted an ultrasound photo. Sophia: Ten weeks along. Vincent said he can't wait to meet the baby, and that he's giving him a casino and a club the day he's born.

It was his favorite made by Wanda. Anderson poured the milk into a cup that she made for him on his birthday last year. And as soon as he took a bite of the pancake, he instantly dropped it. Tears began to fill his eyes. He quickly wiped them off and went out of the kitchen. He lost his appetite instantly. Anderson was about to step out of the house when his phone rang. He took a look at it and it was Agnes, he hesitantly didn't want to pick up the call but decided to listen to her.

“Protect me? You gave Poppy and me the unsold dog food from Emma’s shop. Is that how you protected us?” Nate’s eyes flashed. Emma immediately said, “Lila, how can you mistake our kindness for ill intent? That dog food was imported. If it weren’t for the fact that Nate felt bad for you, you would’ve already starved to death in the desert.” She brought that young boy to me. “Say hi to Lila.” The young boy, Olly Anderson, rolled his eyes and spat at me. “Ugly witch! I don’t want to say hi to you!”

His brother that was obsessed with cleanliness wants to be feed with a spoon that's not his? "You are really a stubborn king" Andrea grunted as she starts feeding him. Their little display of affection was a real dog food for the four onlookers. ******* Ben was feeling very happy in a very long time. She knows how to please and make him happy. He promised to keep her forever. Andrea's serious and usually expressionless face turned soft as he was obediently opening and eating anything he was feed. He didn't even acknowledge that there was no salt In the rice, infact he didn't know if it was over cooked or not, all that matters to him was, Andrea soft and serious eyes that was concentrating on

"Mr. Payne, that's sick. It's one thing to screw around, but forcing your own wife and son into a corner just to please a mistress? That's cold-blooded." "Dumping your family on a deserted island and forcing them to eat dog food? That takes a special kind of malice. There's no way I'm doing business with a man like you," another guest chimed in. "How can anyone be this twisted? Even wild animals protect their young. You don't even deserve to be called a man." A flicker of genuine guilt finally crossed Shawn's face, and he blurted out a defense. "Yes, it was dog food, but it was premium kibble. The ingredients are perfectly safe for human consumption. It wasn't going to make them sick."

I winked at the shocked boys as I dumped food onto their mom’s plate. “Yay, dad! You’re so cool!” said Zayden, totally impressed with me. “Yes, feed her like a baby. Do you know she skips breakfast and lunch every day?” informed Adrian while Andrea glared at them for giving her away. “Oh, does she? I think it’s time to feed her like a baby.” My eyes danced with amusement as I picked up a bite and held the fork to her mouth. “Open up, babe!”

Anderson Silva stood with his chin propped up while watching the news about vampires. Some main roads had been closed in Brooklyn. His brow furrowed when he realized that Horus had conducted a test violating the law. "Sir?" said Heather when she came into Anderson's room. Anderson still hadn't glanced at Heather, who had been standing for a few minutes. She was starting to get annoyed. This boss is extraordinary. He's handsome, but he's such a strange person. "Sir?" Heather repeated it, but Anderson immediately raised his hand to stop her from talking.

I kissed my teeth sharply when I saw the dumb headline, Ross Anderson is back in the single market, after just a few months in marriage. Ladies all over the world share videos of how happy they are all over social media platforms. “Right now, we have Ross Anderson's best friend, and popular ex-girlfriend who is also the daughter of the late multi- millionaire, Kaleb Morris, Nina Morris.” The reporter announced and Nina came into view smiling while fully clothed as it was freezing back in there. I rolled my eyes in a full circle.

Dylan scoots his desk chair back with a brow raised and playful smile “Andre are you a feeder?” Andre’s eyes, all brown and beautiful, round out like a puppy as he fills a plate and hands it to Dylan, “What do you mean?” “You know everyone has their love languages. The ways they show they care. Yours is food. you’re a feeder” “Well I only have a couple more weeks before I have to be back on my normal diet…and if we’re studying all night we need proper food.” “yes, greasy, cheesy pizza….so proper” Andre has this look on his face. He's smiling so big…near glowing. Dylan feels breathless.

Thank God for Gideon that suggests we sorr out everything in the common area. Everyone is seated except Anderson. He's going through the cupboards looking for what to eat. I really hope I'm not drooling from staring at his broad shoulders. I wonder if he still plays basketball. “Babe, where's the rice pops cereal? How am I supposed to survive?" Anderson whines. I choke on my saliva. Who on earth did he call babe? I scan the room but nobody looks fazed. I convince myself it's a nickname. “That's not important right now. Sit your ass down.“ Gideon commands. Anderson sits on one of the countertops. “Can you explain to us why you were harassing Vicky over here?"