Mr Anderson Book Novels & Stories

Anderson took a sip of orange juice then looked back at the book he was reading. -10 Steps to Say Love-, is the title of the book he is reading. "Hey! Are you sure you don't want to swim? If you don't stop reading that book, I'll splash you! Come on, you said you wanted to swim. Why now I'm the one swimming and you're reading instead?" Leonardo shouted from the pool not far from where Anderson sat. Anderson didn't answer. He just waved his hand without looking at Leonardo and continued reading. He plans to tell Zivanna his feelings before Zivanna leaves the hospital. "Hmm, I have to practice." Anderson said alone. "Which woman made you like this?" Suddenly Leonardo was in front of Anderson.

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

I open a new email: ________________________________________________ To: Pauliny Nunes From: daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Sent: Monday, March 30, 2015, 8:22:41 PM To: daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Subject: Possible Book about Mr.X Hello Pauliny, You know I'm a compulsive reader. I've read everything and never come across a story about a relationship...

Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group”

“Depends. Are you here to ask questions, or just to enjoy the view?” A faint smile tugged at Mrs. Anderson’s mouth. “You haven’t changed. Always with that sharp little tongue.” She moved closer, her perfume — a soft, expensive blend of jasmine and something darker — filling the air between them. “I’ll make this brief, Avery. Where is it?” “You’re going to have to be more specific,” Avery replied. Mrs. Anderson’s eyes didn’t blink. “The journal. The real one. The one Rodrigo kept locked away.” “I don’t have it.”

My heart beat faster as I opened it. "M-money?" T-the quantity... The t-thickness. I gulped while looking at the money. I-it wasn't on top of the mini refrigerator earlier. I'm sure-- sure that aside from the goblets, nothing was there. Does Mr. Anderson put it up? But how did he get in when my room was locked --- yes, I remembered, it's his house. 'Just remember that the rich people will test you on what kind of person you are, so be wise around you.'

Mrs Anderson The clatter of Mr Anderson’s shoes echoed through the hallway before he burst into the bedroom. His face was pale, and his usually composed demeanor was replaced with panic. Mrs Anderson looked up from her book, frowning at the sight of him. "What happened?" she asked, setting the book down on her lap. Mr Anderson ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. His phone buzzed again, but he ignored it. “A lot,” he muttered under his breath before turning toward her, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Everything’s going wrong."

For a brief second, the steel in his eyes melted — but only for her. A few minutes later, Marcus arrived, breathless, with a USB and a folder clutched tightly in his hands. The two men worked in silence until the city outside finally surrendered to the night, and the first shards of pale light began to slip under the blinds, painting faint silver lines across the floor.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

Anderson spoke and walked off towards the elevator, to carry out my orders. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform