Garrett Anderson Book Novels & Stories

Her face went gray. She hadn't expected this. She'd thought, at worst, they'd just kill her: a clean death, a finish. Cain stood above, still as carved stone, watching her be shackled and marched out past the border. He didn't say a word the whole time. ***** After weeks of around-the-clock care, Garrett slowly came back to himself. One morning, he pulled the worn tea jar out of the very back of his desk drawer with shaking hands. He had a guard carry it to the Sterling family cemetery.

Garrett with the clean transaction documentation that needed to be assembled into a public response before the story had time to calcify in the market as credible fact. He had a significant amount of work ahead of him. He had called Savio first. He picked up the story and went to find Lars. …

Garrett The clearing is exactly as I remembered from my scouting trip yesterday. Secluded, peaceful, with a small stream running along one edge. I've set up blankets, cushions, and most importantly—a stack of books. Iris stops when she sees it, hand flying to her mouth. "You did all this?" Her voice is soft with wonder. "I wanted it to be special." I guide her to the blankets. "And I found something I thought you'd like." I hand her the top book. It's old, leather-bound, with gilt lettering. "Advanced Theories in Shield Construction and Consciousness-Based Magical Architecture."

I let the words trail off, moving back to the chair I’d been curled up in when he’d knocked on the door and picked up my bottle of water, taking another swig. “Sorry, it’s just… I’ve never seen a wolf with such a wound and it not heal.” Garrett stood in the middle of my room looking uncomfortable with the mess surrounding him. My eyes trailed over him, a bit more thoroughly this time, his suit was immaculate, perfectly tailored and deep black, with a pristine white button up under it and a blue tie that matched his eyes, ending with very shinny black shoes that looked like they’d never seen a scuff mark in their life. He looked like a million bucks, which seeing as how he was worth much m

It would just keep shortening whenever he came in the picture. “I’m here to ask you whether you enjoyed the moment where Garret made her use her vibrator on herself while he jerked off or when he made the handoff campus-wide rule for Hannah,” he said with a sly smirk plastered on his face. Wait, what. I was confused and a bit shocked. A big powerful mafia leader reading college romance. They always say don’t judge a book by its cover but I am; a lot. I could just imagine him after killing someone to go home and read about Garett and Hannah’s love story.

Garrett began to say, “I told the council that I have an interest in looking into the non-transparency of the eldership council. And just like I never back out of my words, I proceeded with the task and I will say I have made a lot of progress. Before venturing into this adventure of wanting to uncover the dirt in the council, I knew it would come with a lot of obstacles but I persisted all the same. And the possibility of obstacles came along the way with the first being a group of hired agents, or should I call them assassins, who assaulted my men in my packhouse and attacked me with the sole intention of killing me. If I did not have the means to fend them off, I’m sure I won’t be alive t