Novel Andreas Novels & Stories

"Talk. Tell me why I shouldn't gut you right here." Andreas coughs, spitting pink saliva onto the leaves. He looks up at Drakon, then shifts his gaze to me. He smiles. His teeth are stained red. "You can kill me, VP," Andreas rasps. "But you can't kill the truth." "The truth is you're a traitor." "The truth," Andreas says, raising his voice so the other brothers can hear, "is that you destroyed this club for a whore who was playing you from the start."

"Told you it was my day, boss." A minute later my foot connects with his inner thigh and he goes straight to his ass. I give him the "come and get me sign" and things get really interesting. Andreas is young-twenty-six, his file says. I'm thirty-one, but I've lived dangerously since the day I was born to a drugged out mother and her abusive child molesting lovers. Andreas came from a good family and would most likely be sitting behind a desk somewhere if his baby sister hadn't been kidnapped by the cartel. Victor helped get his sister back and Andreas came to the dark side against his parents' wishes.

The night air along the Seine carried the faint scent of rain-soaked stone and distant bread ovens, cool enough to raise goosebumps on Andrea’s arms. They walked side by side without touching, the lights of the city reflecting in broken gold ribbons across the dark water. For the first few minutes neither of them spoke, the echo of Henry’s fist connecting with the stranger’s jaw still hanging between them like smoke. Andrea broke the silence first. “I used to collect old maps when I was younger, the faded ones you find in thrift stores. I would pin them to my wall and trace the rivers with my finger, imagining I could step inside them and disappear for a while.”

I was feeling that way when we were in the bathroom. "Bec, listen to me." Will begins. "Andrea." I interrupt him, looking back to him. He eyes at me in question. To hell with it, I roll me eyes, "My name is Andrea." "Now that, that makes sense to me." Brian smirks. "Andrea," Will smiles as he says my name, "This is going to sound crazy okay? But it's all true. Those guys you say are your brothers. They're dangerous, they... aren't human. They're vampires. That's why they can do mind manipulation like today. They can confuse you and give you thoughts that aren't your own." All thoughts disappear from my mind as I listen to him talk.

I dial Andrei's number and he picks up on the first ring. "Hello," he greets, obvious panic in his voice. I can't help but smile. "Andrei, it's me," I say. "I was just discharged and I'm ready to come home. Can you pi-" "I'm on my way!" is all he says before hanging up. ~ ~ Continuing in Author's POV

Anita took a deep breath and turned to Anderson with a nod, indicating for them to enter. She pushed the doors open and walked in without looking back. Anderson who was behind the door, looking to be contemplating about whether or not to enter, looked around the desolate corridors where he stood. Without wasting any more time, he pushed open the door and walked in, his hands holding tight the shiv in his pocket. The moment Anderson’s body was fully in the door, two people grab him. He was dragged until he was slammed against a moldy wall. They held his arms and pinned him against the wall, trying to prevent him from leaving.

"Yes, those are the flowers I bought from Andreas' shop. He was also the one who told me what you really liked. I don't know if Andreas was being honest or not, but I definitely bought them because I wanted to make you smile." Geneva desperately wanted to ask why he wanted her to smile happily. Was her happiness that important to him right now? It was true that they were in a different relationship, but there was still no clarity between them. However, Geneva didn't say anything. She preferred to keep what she was thinking to herself and not ruin whatever Archer was working on. “Does Andreas have any new employees?” Geneva asked. "Yes, he has a new employee. He almost hit me and bruised my f

She was confident that Andreas would do everything with all his heart, because this was not just about the desire for power. As a grandmother close to her grandchildren, Noelle understood Andreas' character very well. The man was relaxed and uninterested in complicated matters. If he could live by photosynthesis, he would just bask in the sunlight. He would just have fun and not care about others. But fate had slapped Andreas with a reality. Everything he owned, everything that should have been his, had been taken away from him one by one by Jonas.

A question arose in the Black Prince's loyal guard's mind, 'is this about the lady of the Queen Minerva family ? "Okay, I'll answer," Andreas continued after clearing his throat. "Never, Master. Maybe it's because you've only spent the night with one woman." Illarion shook his head, but he said nothing. 'I once spent the night with a prostitute. But I still think about her.' 'I won't let Master end up with that strange girl,' thought Andreas. "How about you try with other women. I will find one that suits your taste," the famous playboy war general offered with a smile.

– his breath hitched and I knew I got him. "Andreas… made a weapon and soon… he will… cut out everyone who… resist him" – hmm, that one was news, even for me. Not that I didn’t expect something big from him, but still… that was huge. "Tell me about the dragon scale" – I ordered.