Novel Andreas Novels & Stories

The grip wasn't painful this time, but it was inescapable. Andreas leaned down, his face inches from Nikos’s. He didn't look angry. He looked... curious. He drew a deep breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he hovered near the crook of Nikos’s neck. "Interesting," Andreas whispered, his voice dropping to a register that made the hair on Nikos's arms stand up. "You don't smell like fear anymore, Nikos. You smell like... sandalwood and desperation. It’s a very particular scent. I think I might actually grow fond of it."

Levian said, stopping beside Sherry. "You two are a bunch of troublemakers." Andreas shook his head. Had the war not started when it did, Aldrevon would have taken his sweet time making his life miserable. By surviving this ordeal, he was fairly certain he had used up every last bit of luck he had ever been given. "I know," Sherry said. "We owe you for helping us here." She paused. "Are you going back home? We're leaving tomorrow. You should come with us." Andreas thought for a moment. Home was good, but here he was a free man, and he wasn't quite ready to go back and face his serious boss and his insufferable older brother just yet. He also needed to search for the old man to keep his promi

Together, we went through the worst, emerging even stronger. Tears clouded my eyes as I thought of the challenges that we encountered together, the cold, the hunger, the hustles, but even that... that was not enough to tear us apart. And now? After twenty years, Andrian had finally found his family, and he turned out to be the long-lost heir to one of the richest families in the country, the Fox family. Now, Andrian was no longer Andrian West, but Andrian Fox, the new CEO of the Fox conglomerate.

But surprisingly, someone notice it and even replied to it. "Let me be that someone then." He reads. He cant help but to laugh out loud. Who would have wrote that? Grinning to himself, he look for a sharp stone and wrote something on the same tree once again. 'Then lets meet each other and be together...' *+* A/N And that it! The Misadventures Of Anastasia Collins is finally done! Horay! I wanted to say many thank you to everyone who made it until the end. Thank you for joining Anastasia's adventure. I love you all.

She blurted out faintly after her deep thought. "What did you say?" Trina asked - confused by her words. "Huh? Ah- nothing. I'm just praying for him to wake up soon." Andrea reasoned out as she pointed the man and shook her head. "Uh!" Trina reacted as she nodded. Later, she raised from her seat and walk through the man’s side. She studied the man while flippantly asking, “Andre where did you pick this Adonis? Is he the one you’ve tried to convince to be your fake fiancé and be introduced to your stepfather, so he'll stop pestering you about that arrange marriage thingy, and when he didn’t agree you beat him up, causing him to lose his consciousness?”

I break away, suddenly too nervous to face him as I defend, “You must be happy you got your blood bag in the end. Why couldn’t you wed the Princess as your Father wished you to? I’m only a means to an end after all.” A disgruntled growl replies to my stubborn retort and I turn to see Andreas regarding me tediously. He looks miffed in fact and I try to hold onto my defiance when he speaks while scratching the nape of his neck, “Petra’s too nosy and chirpy for me. I’d be disgusted by a woman who stalks my every movement and tries to force herself on me.” He amazes me with his response and I poke him, “But you detest commitments. You don’t want to remain stuck to one partner either.”

“Not only for Nicolau’s inheritance, but because Giovanna is pregnant. She’s expecting my child.” Andreas seemed happy. He didn’t care about sharing Nicolau’s inheritance; what he really wanted was to be part of a family. “So, I’ll be an uncle?” The young man seemed delighted with the possibility. “I know we barely know each other, Giovanna, and I might seem like an opportunist who’s here to steal your inheritance, but I’m genuinely happy with this news.” “That’s exactly what you seem to be,” Antony said, interrupting Andreas’s joy. “And she really doesn’t know you, but I have no desire to get to know you either.”

He turned his attention to Darius and gave him a polite nod. Andreas still felt an air of danger from this man but he also knew that this man was the one who could protect his sister and he didn’t want to get on his bad side. It was best to leave him alone. He turned his attention back to Victoria and smiled. “I have so many things I need to tell you. But first, let’s get inside.” With that, he brought her into the museum. When they were inside, Andreas started telling her about his adventure this time, how he explored Southern America for the most part and how it was one of those most memorable trip in his life.

In the kingdom of light, where the four princes of darkness still do not know their fate until now, nor how they will get out of that place and return safely to their kingdom without losing one of them. Andreas woke up from his fainting while holding his head and felt that his head would explode to remember what happened and stray for a moment then start screaming, screaming and screaming and smashing everything in front of him and hitting anything and hitting the bars to suddenly feel a slight sting coming from the bars but it does not affect him as his skin is too thick to affect him A few voltmeters of electricity and it seems that they did not know that information about him to return ag

After Victor and the twins have been put to bed, the men of the family are sitting at the table while my mom and Camilla are taking care of the dishes. “I have gotten a new mail from Ireland”. Andreas clears his throat and sits up straighter. “Gunnar is writing about some old text that has never been published anywhere”. There is something about Andreas' stance that screams trouble. I nervously glance at my father. He is not moving a single muscle. Impressive. “Dad, I think this is actually the real deal”. “Why can’t you just get to the point kid ?” My father dries off his mouth and plants his elbows on the table. “What is it ?”