Garrett Anderson Book Novels & Stories

They were many — clothes, shoes, toys, baby books, and even a small bedroom lamp. I couldn’t be happier. Every important person in my life was inside this room, and I could feel love from every corner. The pain of knowing Garrett would leave soon was still there, but I had high hopes that maybe even if Zoey and Andrew could not rekindle what they had, Andrew would still let me see him from time to time. Garrett was trying to pull the clothes from the paper bag one by one. He would giggle at it before dropping it and repeating the process. And we just stayed there, looking at him as he enjoyed the moment.

I turned my attention to the book on his lap. “You like to read?” I asked, trying to rid the air of sexual tension. Garren looked down at the book, picking it up and placed it on the stand beside him. “I find it a great way to escape. It’s funny reading the human renditions of our stories. They are quite creative creatures, and not all of them are as crazy and bloodthirsty as we have been led to believe. Reading opens my eyes to how alike we all truly are.” My lips turned up into a slight smile. I knew what he meant and understood it so well.

They were engrossed into each other when Garrett immediately grabbed the gun from Azhan's belt. Azhan stood in front of Anna hiding her behind him as she was tiny that his broad shoulders and muscular body made her disappear. "Don't move or I will kill you. If I can kill your father than I can kill you too..." Garrett was blabbering as his hands were shaking. He was alone and his men were killed. Azhan looked at Haroon amusingly as they were enjoying Garrett's scared face. Then Haroon came forward without hesitating and before Garrett could comprehend, his neck was in Haroon's hold as the gun had fallen away. "A

Trying to find the angle. "The note that pointed at me," I said. "The one that said I met with Cross. Did you write that?" Garrett looked at me steadily. "No," he said. "I did not." "Then who did?" I said. He was quiet for just a fraction too long. "That," he said carefully, "is the question that should be worrying all of us a great deal more than my midnight visit to Cross." "Why?" I said. "Because I know every person in this compound," he said. "I know their rotations, their habits, their loyalties. I have been watching this compound carefully for weeks." He paused. "And the person who wrote that note is someone I cannot account for."

The Anderson empire collapsed faster than anyone could have predicted. One week, Raven Anderson was pacing in smoke-filled rooms, plotting Darren Johnson’s ruin, rallying the remnants of his father’s contacts in Italy, and whispering with mercenaries about how many bullets it would take to end a man’s career. The next, his empire was on fire.

I said to him, "Exactly." Garrett said. "And Damon?" I asked him. "Let's wait for him here. Can I see that book?" Garrett asked as he came close to me. I gave him the book and he started going through it and with each turning page, we could see more of the atrocities of these assholes. "Hey guys, what are you two fawning over?" Damon, who had just come out, asked but before we could respond, he was already speaking. "On, what does this lever do?"

Eathen assured him and closed the door as he left. Garrett immediately roamed my body with his eyes, he was already too bold for my liking behind closed doors. "Talk fast," I spat out, "tell me about Theo because I assure you, Kallan is counting." "I'm sure Theo would send his best, but I'm not here for him," Garrett smirked. I wanted to scream at him, but my heart was too busy sinking. All I wanted was to hear from my brother and he tricked me, clearly I'm not as skilled at these games, but I wasn’t about to let him see my disappointment and remained calm, waiting for him to continue with his real reasons for this private meeting.

This peace, so rare, was too precious to shatter with more questions. Still, the days stretched long and empty. Garrett was gone much of the time, wrapped up in the dark dealings of his world, a world I had no desire to return to. The violence, the manipulation-it repelled me now. I couldn't square it with the man who came into focus during those quieter moments-the one bringing tea and not straying when my nights were their most hard.

He looked down at my baggy denim jeans, my oversized gray hoodie, and the longer brown hair framing my face, letting out a harsh, condescending scoff that vibrated through the quiet room. "Look at you, Amberly," Garrett sneered, his cold eyes scanning my face with a disgusting mixture of amusement and utter contempt. "You have spent months playing dress-up as a scrawny university boy, hiding right under the tyrant's nose like a pathetic little stray. Did you honestly believe that changing your clothes and wiping dirt on your cheeks would protect you from a professional tracker?" "Get the fuck out of my house, Garrett," I forced the gravelly voice past my trembling lips, my fingers clawing at

Harriet added, making Andy swallow hard in embarrassment as she realized that perhaps her friend had realized what she was about to do, but Harriet stopped responding before she could ask her or finally force herself to admit that she I was about to meet Gabriel Ferrars of my own free will… Not that she was the first Vamcap to give in to lust when it came to a Ferrars, however. Slowly, Andy approached her dressing table until she managed to open one of the small lockable drawers there, to find the small leather-bound notebook that was there, still waiting for her to read it. And she probably should have done that already, since Aaron didn't seem to have found anything but happiness after see