London Andrews Giantess Novels & Stories

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.

Denzel picked the phone though unwillingly, he rarely picks unknown calls but he decided to give it the benefit of the doubt, it's not his business number but personal with only few people having it. "Who is this?" Denzel asked over the phone but nobody spoke irritating him. Andrew was contemplating on what to say. "Hey, are you deaf or something? Who is this?" He asked again bringing Andrew back to his senses. "I'm sorry. My name is Andrew, few months ago someone used this number to contact me and I'm looking for her," he responded. "The name of the person, how she looks like? I need details on who you are talking about," "Purity, she is medium height, slender and very beautiful," he explai

Ridiculous! "Gina, help me," Andrew commanded, requesting her assistance to connect a cable to his laptop. A device he hadn't let go of in the past few days. "Please pay close attention, everyone." Immediately, the projector displayed a series of numbers and several images. Andrew went on to explain every detail meticulously. It wasn't just whispers that reached my ears; it was exclamations of surprise and shock. Especially from Phillip Wellington. The middle-aged man even slammed the table to halt what Andrew was presenting.

Losing his way amidst the clamour and buzz around him, Andrew stumbled upon a girl in an intricate red and silver dress, flattening out its wrinkles. “Excuse me," mumbled Andrew. The woman twirled, and he lost his breath. He beheld a vision of remarkable young beauty with flowing locks of golden spun hair. It bothered him that the lords of Wetland got the choice of this beautiful woman. “Um, excuse me, my lady, have you seen my companion earlier?” asked Andrew. The beauty scowled at him with disbelief, her strange makeup emphasising her every breathtaking feature. “Are you kidding me, Andrew?”

It was dim, and folks talked low behind glasses half full of wine. Andrew was there, in a sharp dark suit, looking hard to read. He got up when she got close and held out his hand. "You arrived sooner than I had thought," he said, his grin modest. "I hate to waste time," she answered, settling down in front of him. “Now tell me - why are we here?” Andrew took a measured sip of wine. “Because I know who your little rival really is.” Chloe’s smile was tight. “Do you?” He leaned in slightly. “Her name was Stacey Adams back in Miami. She danced in nightclubs. Quiet, low-profile. The kind of girl who didn’t want to be noticed.”

I fixed my hair so it was pinned down again to the side and pulled my dress down a little. "You ready?" Andrew asked me and I nodded. "You are actually gonna come in handy." "And how is that?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes. "Well, babe, you're Lucky, currently the top model in the world," Andrew said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I know that, I get reminded by everyone every single day. How would that help anything?" I asked, shrugging his arm off.

She pushed her head downwards towards the tab to take a close look at something, strands of hair fell to her face in the process of bending her head. "---Enchance our capacity!!!" Miss Andrew's loud voice brought me back to the meeting. This was the time her loud voice was useful to me, other times I find it annoying. She continued "And position us for future growth in the market!" Miss Andrew kept on talking and talking, scratch that-- she was screaming. That is past the stage of talking, trust me. She yelled while I suppressed an urge, a very strong urge, The urge to look at Kelsie again and brush her soft, shiny hair off her pretty face with my fingers.

I will ask. [“Andrew only wants a simple woman. The woman who wears only pants, a t-shirt, and shoes. Andrew really prefers a woman, is the woman whose clothes are not branded and only bought from markets or that called thrift store. “] I stopped looking for a dress to wear and looked at Shin. “Are you kidding me? Are you kidding? Andrew wants a woman so simple? Not branded clothes? You must be kidding me?” [“Four-eyed monster, I’m helping you get closer to a friend. I know my friend.”]

Hearing that, Andrew raised his head and stared at Gellert quietly with a pair of green pupils, like a deep sea. "I don't understand." Andrew picked up the red wine glass on the tea table and gently shook the liquid in the glass with a happy expression. "With our power and status today, what woman can't we get?" "Women are just tools. If they can satisfy your needs in bed or daily life, why should you care too much?" Gellert frowned. "Andrew, Roseane is different from your women. She is not a tool!" Andrew shook his head and looked lazy. "How different?"

“Yipee! Let’s go shopping and I’ll introduce you to Andrew.” “Andrew?” Myra raised an eyebrow, making Bria cough nervously. “Yes, Andrew. I met him on the eve of the Lunar Ball. He’s tall and attractive. And most importantly, he has eight-pack abs. Believe me, I didn’t believe it till I saw it myself. He’s just so beautiful. Almost like he was a male model. Don’t worry, when we go, I’ll ask him to show you his abs.” Myra, who was drinking water, choked on it and coughed. “Don’t worry, there’s no need,” Bria smiled. “Ah, because of the Lycan King. He has the perfect body. Andrew’s body is just so, so.”