Speak Anderson Novel 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.

sofa. "Is anderson still asleep?" He asked with a smile. "Yes, it's better that you just wake him up" andrea replied smiling. "All right" andrea replied smiling. "Anyway, is wilson? Still sleeping? He asked smiling. "Wilson left early because he had an important place to go for business" andrea smiled. "Is that so? Well, good for him" he said smiling. He went to anderson's room and saw the child sleeping soundly. She smiled as she watched anderson's gentle face. He is not a real child but he cannot deny that he loves this child very much. He sat down next to anderson and held his hand. He stroked Anderson's hair and slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. He was glad to see him. "Daddy?"

She displays on him; her cute eyes didn’t like him anymore. Anderson is now at Sunshine’s head. His feet are so ponderous, yet his heart is so small like an apple. His mind contemplates; what might be the reaction. So far, the woman didn’t react of what he is currently doing. “Do you see me? I think, you didn’t recognize to my image, “Anderson said. “Honestly, I am gladly recognizing to your image, yet I’m getting tired to put my feet under this soil. I am desiring to move forward to my hometown,” Sunshine said.

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."

Rebecca was sitting in the living room, reading a book and sipping on a cup of tea, when Andreas came in. Andreas looked exhausted and collapsed on the sofa next to her. "Hey," he said, walking over to her and sitting down on the couch. "Hey," she replied, looking up from her book and smiling. "What are you reading?" he asked, leaning over to see the cover of the book. "It's just a novel, nothing too exciting," she said, closing the book and setting it down on her lap.

Syrus opened it and got the biggest shock of his life. “Mr. Syrus, Anderson is dead.”

I can’t believe I’m having a baby with this annoying guy. He placed Andrea down and we both holding her hands while strolling inside the house. “Have you eaten anything yet, princess?” I questioned, remembering that it was lunch hour. “Not yet, mommy but I heard my tummy say she is hungry.” I laughed at how she formed her sentence. “Is the little Anderson inside your tummy hungry too?” She glanced up at me with a curious look on her face. “Hmm, I guess so.”

Victor’s POV I caught Anderson’s scent. It was laced with grief and rage. He stepped out of the door, answering a call. He shut the door behind him. As soon as he saw me, he dismissed the person and ended the call. “We need to talk, Anderson.” Anderson turned slightly, his gaze flicking once toward the closed door behind him. “Are you here for me,” he asked, his voice edged, “or for her?” I didn’t answer that. Some questions didn’t deserve clarity.

As they arrived home, a palpable tension hung in the air, each step weighted with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Anderson moved with a careful grace, mindful of Cassie's fragile state, his heart heavy with the weight of her silence. "I know you don't even want to see my face," Anderson began softly, his voice tinged with regret. "But I promise, I'll do everything in my power to uncover the truth about what happened. I'll try my best." His words hung in the air, a silent plea for understanding and forgiveness.

VANESSA I toss my phone on the couch, pacing the tiny space designated as my living room. My ears are ringing with annoyance. I can’t believe that just happened to me. Anderson calls which was a nice surprise and then he goes ahead to spoil it himself by speaking to me like some bimbo that doesn’t have a life. What the hell did he expect to happen when he said that? That I’d jump for joy? Talking to him was nice but it wasn’t life altering or something that’ll change my brain chemistry and make me lose all my self respect.