Sid X Andy Novels & Stories

The separation of the two has never happened. Andy pushed the menu in front of Harris, "Choose a drink!" Harris waved his hand, "I don't drink anything; I have to go home after talking. Tonight, my company has a small party." Andy nodded when he heard that and assessed Harris, just like when they were still in love. Suddenly, Andy's hand reached out, wanting to touch his cheek. Harris jerked backward, the air thick with embarrassment. Andy curled his lips into a smile, narrowing his eyes, and gently stroked Harris' cheek with his thumb.

Ares' P.O.V. Andy's idea for her Christmas pity party was brilliant. I could feel the atmosphere changing around us, allowing for some laughter and joy to enter each of us. I know everyone is nervous and worried for me a lot. Hell, I'm scared, but with Andy by my side and Dad's words of encouragement, I think I can do this. I guess we'll see when she calls on me. I wonder though, when she calls me, will she call only me?

I said and she went back to her food. I got up and opened the door for him. He slipped inside. “Thanks, Ty, so much,” I said. “Yeah man, no problem.” He said as he looked at Sadie. “Sadie, this is my best friend Tyler, Tyler this is Sadie,” I said. He smiled at her. “Hello Tyler, thanks for helping us.” She said and smiled at him. I saw the calmness go over Ty. I knew she had done that. She was good at making people feel relaxed.

Then I saw them “Dude you sick fuck. You’re recording yourself screwing your girl?” I said disgusted when I was a few paces away. Miss Sheldon lifted her head. I pretended to be surprised and said carefully “Miss Sheldon?” “Andy, what are you doing here?” she said and pushed Vince away from her. “I was taking a walk.” I told her and winced. “I have to say Vince, this thing is private, not a brag. No matter who you fuck. Have a good day Miss Sheldon.”

Aidan was sitting quietly at the carnival when Xander and Callie stepped in. He wasn’t the talking type so he just waved them over when they sighted him. They smiled and walked towards his direction. Xander was surprised to see Aidan at the carnival. Aidan Marcus Hudson is younger brother to Xander, who became the heir to the family company when Xander doesn't show any sense of responsibility. He becomes interested in pursuing Izzy, and sticks with her through her struggles. Aidan is very soft-spoken and introverted, but when he does speak, he is highly intellectual and wise. Xander doesn't begrudge his brother taking his place, as it gives him more freedom to pursue the things that he wants

I wondered if hers was Xander’s preferred feature when it came to females. The corner of his lips twitched into a grin before he leaned closer, his lips nearly touching the tip of my nose. He spoke in the same hushed tone I used. “Did you mean Sidney? Sidney likes females, not men. Not me. So get your ass off here, wild heart, before I snap her neck if I see her looking at your breasts while changing your shirt.” My eyes widened before I tilted my head to the side so I could look at her. Sidney looked at us from the other side, arms crossed against her chest. She raised one hand and waved at me.

Ximena's cheerful voice promised, "Totally, don't sweat it, sis. Andy's a great guy." After hanging up, Helma drove on, a small smile playing on her lips. Ximena had always been a tomboy, rough and tumble. Helma never thought she would see the day when Ximena would act all dainty and demure. After promising to keep Ximena's romance under wraps, the moment Helma got home, she dove into the dark web. She dug up everything she could find on Andy, scanning the info with a keen eye. Andy's home life was pretty straightforward: his dad was the top surgeon at Greenville Hospital, and his mom taught school. Helma had pored over Andy's grades and saw he had been acing classes since he was a little ki

If he gets Andy back to me, he can protect both of us. “Excuse me, ma’am.” Andy tugs on Selene’s toga, oblivious to the tension in the air between the two dominant goddesses. Selene looks down, distracted by the interruption. Saint tries to nudge Andy, but the little boy waves him off. “M-my name is Andy Latmus Briland and… and I-I know you. I’ve seen you in my dreams. I-I just want to tell you that you’re even more beautiful in real life.”

It was a digital ad for a new "Neurological Wellness Center." The face on the ad was Silas. He was smiling, his eyes hidden behind expensive glasses. The text below his face read: Healing the Past. Securing the Future. He wasn't hiding. He was the city. Julian saw the ad too. His grip on the wheel tightened until the plastic began to crack. "He’s waiting for us," Julian said. "He knows we have nowhere else to go." As we pulled into a dark alleyway behind the library, the car’s radio suddenly flickered to life. It wasn't music. It was a rhythmic, scratching sound—the sound of a pen on parchment.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.