Johan Anderson Novels & Stories

I stared at her and she knew I wasn't joking. She clicked her tongue and served herself bread, cheese, ham and coffee with milk. She ate in silence without looking at anyone. When we were finishing breakfast, the intercom rang, it was Anderson who had arrived. I authorized his entry and went to open the door. Anderson was young, twenty-four years old, but very responsible and not very friendly. He helped his mother raise his two younger siblings after their father died and they went through many hardships, which gave him a great sense of responsibility and maybe it would be good for Giovanna to realize that not everyone had the opportunities she had.

He bends down and kisses her forehead gently and then looks at Johan. "Take care of your wife son, she'll be needing all the support she can get from you, and somehow, it warms my heart that she's in good hands." He closes the short distance between Johan and him and embrace him. Johan smiles at Andrew, pats him on his back lightly and the pulls away, holding Andrew by the shoulders; "I'm glad to have a father figure around again. Thanks for accepting me in the short time we got to know eachother." He turns to his wife, his look getting serious; "Shall we?" Holding out his hand.

Marcus Anderson, the fabled Chairman of the Anderson Empire, who had the power to quake New York City with the sole of his foot, was standing in Jenna's room, appearing regal and haughty. "Dad..."

Andrew growled with his jaw clenched, and his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. “Why don’t you believe how much I love you, Andrew?” I shed tears. Sadness and annoyance rumbled in my chest. ‘Who slandered you?’ my wolf asked in confusion and anger. “Tell me honestly.” Andrew turned his attention back to Warrior Johan. Warrior Johan looked at me with the look he often gave me when he made a mistake and begged me for forgiveness. His face radiated fear and the heavy burden he was carrying. Why did he make that face?

"I'm so sorry ma, you were not supposed to notice I am here, Mr. Anderson asked that I wait for you so I can bring you to him at 7:45 pm he said in a professional manner which made me weirdly look at him. like how was I not supposed to see a limo packed in my property? "Go tell him I'm not coming," I said, to the driver. "Ma, that was what I was afraid of, please he insisted that if you don't come with me, I should not bother coming back to work for him and I need this job. I have six kids and my wife is pregnant with the seventh" he said. Wait, what! Seven kids in this hard economy and here I am complaining about one child.

I giggle as John frowns at me. "It's late," John says, "I think you should get into bed, Andrea." It's barely past sunset but I don't argue. The softness of my bed is beckoning. I sway towards it. "mmmm okay." I breath slowly climbing into bed. "She needs to shower and eat." Christophe steps in front of John. "No." John says firmly, "you've just done the one thing that'll prevent her from doing those things on her own." He pushes past Chris to me. Pulling the thick comforter over my body.

He didn’t respond immediately, as if he was trying to think of his words carefully. Anders stood, pulling me up with him. He had my hand in his and he looked down at me. The green in his eyes seemed to be ever changing with swirls of silver and gold. His beard made him appear older than he was. I knew that he was around 20, but the facial hair gave him an older, more commanding look. His hair was a little longer. I wasn’t sure if he always kept it this length or if it had just been a little bit since he had the haircut. My hand itched with the desire to run my hand through his hair.

He continued, "So they've brought in a lot of outside help for support. And Mr. Lloyd, aren't you one of the people backing Koda? Plus, the Owens family from Chetvine… I know about all of you." Andrew smiled. "So you must really hate us outsiders, don't you?" Jovan quickly shook his head. "No, I don't hate you. I only hate myself for being weak. Just like you said, Mr. Lloyd, I'm not a real man yet, but I went looking for death anyway. If it weren't for you, Mr. Lloyd, I'd probably share the same fate as Mr. Livingston right now." Andrew asked, "Jovan, do you miss Mr. Livingston very much?"

Studying the guy he is the most handsome guy i have ever set my eye on am drooling right now but trying my best not to let my boss know, he is some kind of greek god? "That one over there is mr.Diamond Andrew he is the richest in the whole of America the chairman of all share holders if we can seal a deal with him we will top liam Anderson but he is not even looking toward us so the walter's have give up on sealing a deal with him..i can't say he didn't like our empire but he is always against us beware of him. He said and i nod my head in understand. "That one over there is "sharon johnson"

Andrew immediately put on a skull mask when he saw Johan to avoid being spotted by them. "Who are you?" asked Johan who stepped forward to face them. Andrew gave orders to his subordinates to beat Johan to a pulp but still wanted his life. He did this to avenge Johan for hurting Caroline. Johan gave them a fierce fight. One man against six at once. Finally, Johan lost and was beaten by many people in front of his mother. Victoria tried to save her son but two men blocked her. Victoria screamed in tears and begged for Johan's forgiveness. Her hands were gripped so tightly that she couldn't go anywhere.