Juan Toscano Anderson Novels & Stories

The others concur. “Okay big boy, come get some aspirin to help with your headache. I'll make you breakfast." Jesse says. That's when Anderson finally turns to look at the person he'd been snuggling the whole night. “Fucking hell. What's Andrez doing here? Am I still dreaming? “ “You mean Vicky? Who the fuck is Andrez." I hate the fact that all the attention is on me right now. Thank God for Gideon that suggests we sorr out everything in the common area.

Just then, I heard Aria’s father speaking. “Well, I’ll make sure the party is a spectacular one. Everyone will enjoy it.” He stood, preparing to leave. “Before I go, I’d like to apologize to Camila,” he said kindly. “I know Adrian and Roderick are familiar with us, but you aren’t. My name is Justin Anderson, but you can just call me Anderson. And this is my lovely wife, Tessy.” “Oh, please, there’s no need to apologize,” I replied with a polite smile. “I understand you were just excited. It’s okay, really.”

Although she hoped Antony would also get out, she didn’t mind when she realized that only Andreas and Ricardo were present. What a pleasant surprise! A painful sensation ran through Giovana’s body when she hugged Ricardo. It was as if she were trapped, receiving a visit from someone who had come from afar. Although her heart was full of anguish, she felt truly happy that they were there. When it was Andreas’s turn, Giovana noticed something different about the boy. He seemed more confident. Giovana used to believe that Andreas was a lost boy who wanted his older brother’s approval. It was as if he had now achieved that approval.

Lucia quickly stood up, her heart racing, ready to welcome him. "Mr. Romano," she greeted with a quick bow as she saw Andrea entering the room. Andrea flashed her a smile, and for some inexplicable reason, Lucia felt her heart flutter. Despite being in his fifties, Andrea possessed a charm that could still captivate any woman. From her research, Lucia knew that he had a son, Luca, before entering college. After high school, Andrea's family arranged for him to marry a business colleague's daughter, and fortunately, they fell deeply in love. Luca was born even before they attended college or got married. However, his wife tragically passed away five years into their marriage. Since then, Andre

Leonardo Anderson arrived at Clasold City exactly at 4 pm after staying on air for nearly six hours. On getting to the airport, his personal assistant, Toni Scott was already awaiting him. Toni Scott was a tall, gangling man around twenty-eight years of age. He was handsome with long brown hair that cascaded on his face. He was Leonardo's most trusted aid among his numerous workers. Scott rushed over to Leonardo when he caught sight of him. “Welcome back, Sir. How was your trip?” Scott greeted with a grin, taking the small traveling bag from Leonardo's grasp.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

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.

"So you're the poor soul who married Giovanni?" My brows knitted together. “How… how did you know?” "Because I’m Enzo’s girlfriend, sweetie." Her smile widened. "Jasmine Anderson.”

Tom questioned when he heard Jovan’s words. Jovan nodded his head with absolute confidence, “Of course, how could someone that I look up to and worship be that fickle? Although I did not have a chance to meet Ashton face to face, I know he is someone who does everything with complete conviction and he cares about his family more than even his life!” “Wow, I never knew that Ashton had so many die-hard fans. So, what do you say?” “Of course, I am in. I am going to talk to my pack and if anyone dares to oppose, heh!”

"This doesn't sound right. Tell me more. His name is Shawn Dyxon Tate, not Cato Alter, right?" Uncle Jim also began to sense something amiss. "Miss, have you met his colleague?" Ivy nodded. "I met one of his colleagues, his name is Luke, but I don’t know his last name." Andy's heart sank. "Shawn has a close friend, also a good friend of Cato Alter's, named Jasson Brown, a lawyer," Ivy added. Andy let out a long sigh, his face turning pale. "Grandpa, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well?" Ivy noticed his unusual expression and instinctively reached out to hold his hand.