Garrett Anderson Book Novels & Stories

After about twenty minutes of waiting and I could feel my father already growing impatient , Garrett finally walked in , with Kendall, her uncle Damien and a member of the eclipse pack that Kendall had once introduced me to , Linda. "Hello , Henry Marshall. " Garrett greeted my father and stretched out his hand for an handshake. Garrett was a five foot man and looked nothing like his personality. He looked like a regular man , not a very ambitious and powerful Alpha, who would kill anything or anybody standing in his way. My father and Garrett exchanged pleasantries and Garrett finally looked at me , "Zayne! How are you? You're officially welcome to the Garrett mansion." "Thank you Mr Forres

Garrett was quiet. He didn’t move or look away. He did not give me the anger I half expected or the withdrawal I half feared. He absorbed everything completely without breaking or making me feel the weight of causing it. That was the thing about Garrett that I loved. He made being honest safe. He had been making it safe since the mansion. I looked at him. His leg was much better. He stood with the posture of a man carrying more than was visible, shoulders bearing something internal that he was not going to put down just because the terrain had gotten difficult.

I really should hate him for everything he has put me through but why is there still a soft spot for him in my heart? Moon Goddess. What is wrong with my head? This man tried to kill me on several occasions! I must be stupid. Garrett's POV: I was sitting down in my office, going through the files and making phone calls. It has been two hours since I left Andra's room. What took me there in the first place? I can't tell. I just found myself at her door and barged in. Crazy. Remembering how my palm felt against her round tummy made my heart raise.

Sincerely speaking, this was Vivianne's first meeting with Kelly. “Oh”. Barrett exclaimed with a low voice after he understood Vivianne's intention. Anyway, with his hand, he gestured to Kelly to come forward. Kelly stopped what she was doing and, indeed, came forward. Now, she was standing just a few feet away from Vivianne. Barrett introduced Kelly Anderson to his little sister, by saying, “She's Kelly Anderson, little sis. She doesn't talk much because she's not good at speaking English. Actually, she's an 18-year-old orphan Garrett and I took in about a few weeks ago”.

The villagers tried to step in to help Garrett, but Gregory called out, "Don't you dare move, all of you!" "Mr. Webb?" Garrett exclaimed in fright. He timidly twisted his head around to look at Gregory. However, Gregory ignored Garrett. He stepped aside and said respectfully, "This way, please, Mr. Carver." Garrett realized that the man who approached was the same one who had been locked up in his basement for four days! After seeing how respectfully Gregory treated the man, Garrett's heart started to pound. Despair washed over him. He dared not imagine who that man could possibly be.

“So that asshole created a scene in the bar, causing people to see Allison as the bad one between them. That he didn’t really harass her; instead, it was Allison who flirted with him because she needed the money. He was demanding that the manager fire her because he said that she was harassing him by blackmailing him for something that never existed.” “What happnend next?” “You know how my friends always get their hands, feet, and faces on things that don’t involve them, right?” I nodded as he chuckled. “Garrett stepped in first. Garrett has this annoying trait in him that he wants to become a knight in shining armor all the time, which sometimes gets us into trouble. But because of the nobi

The door swung open. It was Garrett. He did not look like the composed businessman anymore. His eyes were dilated. His nostrils flared as the wave of my scent hit him. He stepped into the room and slammed the door quickly behind him to shut out the guards in the hallway. He leaned against the door. He took a deep breath. He looked at me with a mixture of disgust and fascination. "Well," Garrett said. His voice was tight. "This complicates things." "Get out," I rasped. "Get out of here."

he completed with shock. Carter walked closer to them. “It’s not what you think.” “Oh?” Jesse and Andy said at the same time. “We’re getting it for a friend of ours who lives in Phoenix. She’s . . . disabled,” Carter lied. “Oh, come on,” Andy said with disbelief. “You really think we believe that? Come on, you two. Spill it.” Patty sighed with despair. She trusted Jesse, but Andy was a different story. Other than him being a jerk to her when they were kids, she really didn’t know him that well. He could shoot his mouth off to anyone he wanted to about this.

He always takes care of the people he loves and cares about. “Of course, Mr. Holloway, right away, sir. You may go through Miss Ashworth.” Garrett responded and moved as if he were serving in the military. I wondered what branch he might have served in. He seemed like a Navy Seals guy to me. “Thank you,” I said to no one in particular as I made my way to the elevator. I was just glad I could move my legs after that. Garrett was unreasonably terrifying to me.

Their childhood worship had been replaced by a wary understanding beyond their years. Until six months later, when a familiar figure appeared at our door on a rainy evening. Garrett looked utterly miserable, his once-proud fur matted and unkempt, his clothing worn at the edges. He called out to me with a voice that held none of its former authority, "Ember." I frowned, blocking the doorway to prevent him from seeing inside our home. "What are you doing here?" Garrett responded helplessly, shifting his weight from one foot to another like a nervous cub. "I've been missing you and the cubs. Are you all doing well?" His eyes darted past me, hungry for a glimpse of our children.