Taming Andrew Novels & Stories

“Oh, I must’ve forgotten. They cut a deal with Lucien Gray before he was killed. As long as the wolves and their cubs don’t hurt anyone, neither do the hunters.” I collapse onto the small couch we had. “Well, it sure didn’t seem that way, one of them basically flashed a silver sword at me.” “So, you tore him apart?” Dan finally looks up from his laptop. “No,” I say, burying my face in my hands shamefully. “I ran like a little bitch.” Dan burst out laughing. “What was I supposed to do? We train daily but we never come face to face with hunters!” my voice is defensive, but I feel a smile creep onto my face at his contagious laughter.

Andrew keeps on calling him names, making him even more furious. I urge Tiffany who is so dumbfounded to walk with me to the ravine and watch the action from there. The two warriors fight it off, and I can tell that Andrew is not a pushover. I had earlier underestimated him but his skills are top notch. Whereas Eric uses brute force, Andrew uses skill, evading the most severe blows.

- No. - Annie, you said you agreed to completely release your wolf. - Yes, then you gave me books and things to study about wolves before I changed. - The longer it takes to release her, the worse it will be. - I already understood that but I thought it was just to go in the bush, release her and hunt. - She's going to be furious and out of control, she's going to need a safe and big space so she doesn't get hurt or hurt someone, not the forest in the square. - Says Dom bored

Roseline asked, honestly believing he was, because his features were soft and could come across as feminine “Do I look gay?” he retorted pissed at the question “Now kids, don’t start arguing with each other, how about you come over here Andrew let me show you how this is done” “I don’t wanna learn that–” he rejected, making her even fired to convince him “Common– okay?” Andrew agreed, he wasn’t gay; he was a sucker for women, or a general sucker. Andrew got up and sat at the round table, Rosemary took his hands, filed his nails and made them look neat, then she used a hardener on his nail beds, blowing the residues off his nails she instructed

Jack didn’t let go of his face and Gabe started crying. “T-the w-w-w-wolf! H-e t-t-tried t-to k-,” he trailed off sobbing and pointing at the two fighting wolves. Andrew was so much bigger than the other one and I could tell the other wolf was getting tired. Andrew grabbed it by its throat and slammed him down to the ground. The wolf struggled and then suddenly gave in. It whined as it got smaller in size and Andrew still growled ferociously. I walked towards them, but Landon stopped me. Landon then went to Andrew.

“Gather Alaska and follow. I won’t be able to fully make it there.” “I will follow you wherever needed.” Andrew spoke as he raced back to the bush and grabbed the little fluff ball. She barked happily to see her mommy who smiled at her. Andrew opened up his beautiful Midnight wings with a large smile. He missed them so much. Took him a second more to get in the air as he had to get used to them once more but it didn't take too long before he was able to keep up with the fast pace Anya had set.

She explained and I nodded. “I’m going to do it, Molly. Not just for us but for Damon also and everyone. I don’t want to hurt innocent people anymore.” I whispered and she wagged her tail happily. “What are you thinking about? Don’t think you can escape from me because I own you and you will do everything I instruct you.” Andrew barked and I nodded, staring at him with feigned fear. His eyes glowed with excitement and he turned to the road. Molly was right! Just submission and he was going to go berserk.

I said this was the reason for his cheek to blush with shame. "I'm really straight, sir. I'm not bisexual or anything." Andrew's defensive response to me but I just raised an eyebrow at it and regretted it. I focused my attention on my pet and gently caressed it until I gradually hardened. I simply looked at Andrew's behavior and I couldn't help but smile when I saw him staring at me as I masturbated with my pet. "Tangina! Why are you staring at my pet, Andrew? You want to taste?" I asked here and there it was as if he suddenly woke up and turned his eyes in the other direction.

I restrained myself from attacking the ones who thought it was good either to separate me and Myra. “Trust me, Damian. It’s for your good. There is a lot you don’t know,” Andrew had said. But then he didn’t even elaborate or explain. My eyes honed on a deer and within seconds, I had it in my clutches. It gave me immense pleasure as I saw it writhing and wriggling until it stopped. My teeth sank into its neck. But the blood didn’t taste anything like what I was used to. I spat it out and threw the body on the forest floor. Neither my thirst nor my anger was quenched.

Andrew said, taking a cigarette from the box on the table and lighting it with a hint of teasing in his tone. Observing Andrew, Tony raised an eyebrow. "Pretended?" Andrew's fingers holding the cigarette slightly stiffened. Tony, legs crossed, gave a smirk. "You do have a way with manipulating people." Andrew bit his cigarette, staying silent for a moment before walking towards Tony. Bending down, he placed his arms on the sides of the chair, encircling Tony. Andrew reached out, gently caressing Tony's cherry-colored lips. In his somewhat blurred gaze, a puff of smoke escaped Andrew's lips.