Speak Anderson Novel Novels & Stories

Daniel who had been tapping his fingers on the table then looked up when she was standing in front of him. Audrey pulled one corner of her lips up. "Isn't Anderson Corporation a great company? Its business spreads everywhere, and I didn't know that a company like the Anderson Group could involve personal matters in its business." Everyone did not expect that Audrey would dare to say such a thing to Daniel Anderson. Daniel wiped his lips with his thumb.

A girl with blond hair, twintails, light red pupils, and a slim figure in a blue and white dress ran up to Andy. "Andy! Have you finished reading 'The Adventures of Bartous'? It's so good! Not reading is a waste of a lifetime." Andy from sleep became awake when he saw the girl Celica calling his name, he was surprised to see her and then began to ask the question again: "What did you say? Just now I was a bit dazed so I didn't hear you say anything, can you say it again?"

Another long draw out, probably filled with unnecessary additions. “But you immediately stood up and told her you were not the person she was looking for,” I finished the story for him. “I have heard that story like a thousand times.” “Hey, come on, I haven’t spoken about it that much," he rebutted. “I don’t think I have told you that story more than once. You just have a very good memory." “Maybe you just talk so much you cannot remember what you have said and what you haven’t.” “No way,” Anderson said in between laughs. “I don’t even talk that much."

Mordecai was right, though she unfortunately heard it. There was also the fact that Anderson and the guys might be part of a criminal organization. What am I saying? They are. I heard his voice. He killed Mordecai's stepmother and he sounded delighted to do it. From the tone of his voice, it wasn't his first time taking a soul and he didn't regret it one bit. I am in love with a murderer, we are dating criminals. The whole thing had me in a mess too, but I couldn't show it because Autumn didn't need me to break down too and I made a promise to myself to always ask Andy to explain himself to avoid misunderstanding. We made that promise to each other.

Kelly I couldn’t move. The phone still lay on the couch where I had dropped it. Anderson had cancer. The words circled in my mind, looping over and over, but they didn’t feel real. They couldn’t be real. He was lying. He had to be lying. Right?

I stared at her and she knew I wasn't joking. She clicked her tongue and served herself bread, cheese, ham and coffee with milk. She ate in silence without looking at anyone. When we were finishing breakfast, the intercom rang, it was Anderson who had arrived. I authorized his entry and went to open the door. Anderson was young, twenty-four years old, but very responsible and not very friendly. He helped his mother raise his two younger siblings after their father died and they went through many hardships, which gave him a great sense of responsibility and maybe it would be good for Giovanna to realize that not everyone had the opportunities she had.

I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that Madam Charity was scared of him. She couldn't speak but her reaction when Mr Anderson was close said so much. She feared him… Even now as we both sat in the dining room, she was fidgeting. That isn't normal, why does she always do that when Mr Anderson is around? Aden and Mr Anderson were in the study having their discussion but I heard most of all what they have been saying because of my ability to hear from a far distance. Madam Charity and I were now getting good at conversing with signs and sometimes we communicated using paper and pen for longer discussions.

“Look, I’m going to the cafeteria to have lunch like a normal person. I hope Blake gets really mad and teaches you a serious lesson. We are so not done talking about your budding romance with the enemy.” “God, you sound just like Blake. Spend a couple hours together and suddenly his ways are right and his enemies become your enemies.” Anderson sneered at me, not at all liking my mocking tone. He left the Clay Room muttering abuses while I rolled my eyes at him and got ready to start sculpting our assignment. Just as I was about to make my second Knight, the door opened. “You back to diss me some more, Anderson?” I asked not looking up from the clay knight in my hands.

Anderson looked back at her, his blue mobile light shimmering, and he raised his hand, saying, “I hope I can protect you, master, until the end of time.” “Phew.” Lalisa couldn’t help but laugh. “Did Louis update something for you again?” Someone so intelligent would proactively offer protection. “Master is very smart.” Mr. Anderson nodded, sounding very cooperative. He took the bag of fruit and said, “For this special quotation, the technical department had to work overtime to read books for two months.” “What book?” Lalisa asked casually. “The CEO’s Dominating Love for Me, A Dream, My Overbearing Royal Highness, The Years of Splendor, Arrogant Possession.”

“I'm sorry about that. I didn't intend to forget it–” Chuckling, she dropped her eyes into his jeans, basically surveyed his intimate area and said, “Don't worry. I'm Ann–” “The pleasure is all mine, Ann. I'm Anderson.” Shaking hands, Ann held his firm hand firmly, then felt its elegance. With that, she handled back his notebook and said, “I have read your notebook, and I think I have a better erotic novel to keep you busy for your project.” “I'll appreciate it if you help me with it–” he said, his face sparkling with joy.