V C Andrews Books Novels & Stories

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Mary Davies I felt like I was dreaming, Hawk Andrews remembers me. I feel so happy and relieved, it was as if a great burden was lifted off my shoulders. After trying my best to avoid the older Mr Andrews, even though I was thirsty, I didn't leave the room, not until he was gone. But by the time I came back to my room after getting water, my two books were missing from my bed. My journal and the novel I was working on. I didn't waste time in heading over to Hawk's room, because I could only think of him as the one who took it. And here I was now.

A few glasses after, the two were engrossed in varied discussions, not necessarily relating to their personal lives. “So you know, Kenzie. I am writing this book and I would really appreciate it if you could help me,” Andrew muttered out of nowhere. With a face that had started to turn red from all the booze, Kenzie asked, “How can I help you? And what book?” Andrews’s brows furrowed. He leaned back to his seat and took a sip of his wine before explaining, “I’m writing this phone directory and if I could just add your phone number to it, it would make my manuscript a lot more appealing – “

Immediately, a book materialized out of nowhere and floated in front of Andrew. Valerie's breath nearly stopped as she stared at it. The entire book glowed gold, and the pages slowly turned on their own, as if it were alive. "T-This is insane!" she whispered in awe. Andrew's eyes widened, and he said in shock, "An ancient arcane scripture?" Luther looked surprised. "You've heard of it?"

“I suppose you can say that we are somewhat related, but I didn’t expect the two of you to know each other as well.” George knew where to draw the line so he concluded, “It is indeed a small world. Those books happened to be chosen by you as well.” “What I did was merely pull a few titles off your shelf,” Andrew said and shrugged, but he was indeed curious who the books were for. Those were some of the difficult books in George’s collection. One could say he was a bit irritated when he did the selection. He originally went to look for George, but the latter said he needed some time to wrap up a project so he left him with a request while George went on to finish his work. “Since CEO Andrew i

“I’ll read your favorite book if you read mine. Then we’ll regroup to discuss.” “I’d be open to that,” he said. “I hope your favorite book is something good.” “A Court of Thorns and Roses,” I said. “By Sarah J. Maas.” “I’ve heard of that,” Andre said, frowning with thought. “Aren’t they adapting it into a TV show?” “Yep! On Hulu. It’s been in development hell though, so nobody knows when it’ll come out. What book do you have for me?” Andre folded one knee up close to his chin; he’d taken to wearing comfortable sweatpants while Joemar was gone. “Okay, so my favorite author is Tom Clancy. His early stuff is really good, but he got increasingly self-indulgent with his later novels.”

As Andrew approached, he abruptly stood up. With a loud crash, the books piled on the table fell to the floor as James made a sudden movement. Frantically, he bent down to pick them up. Andrew also instinctively crouched down and picked up the nearest book. Under the bright light, as Andrew saw the ambiguous poses of two handsome men on the cover, he hesitated for a moment. Then, as he read the title... What in the world was this?! Andrew: ... His narrow eyes behind the lenses slowly lifted, meeting James's gaze as he struggled to hold the books.

Eluding the call of a sire. Andrew appeared in his mansion library, his oasis, with a few high walls of ancient volumes, though mostly they were now a sort of decoration to set the scene. One simply logs in through one's device and either reads or listens to one of the thousands of titles, including mystical research manuscripts and scrolls. Maps, an ancient prophecy, and some of his collection. His library was a great place to study and learn about his kind and make new connections, and this oasis has provided a secret passage out to the woods behind his majestic mansion as its walls were protected and fully equipped with survival necessities.

But I managed to keep myself awake every few minutes, driven by the resilient motive that I must find something about the curse tonight. It’s the least I could do, after all the help and kindness Andrew has shown me. I stood in front of the last shelf. It was the only thing standing between me and the truth behind Andrew’s curse. I pulled out a few more books. They all had similar topics—ships, Viking wars, and other sorts of things I disliked reading. I wouldn’t have stressed so much in the first place if I’d just noticed the Viking-related tag on the shelf. After hours of searching, I still had no information about Andrew’s curse. It was sad and defeating, but I wasn’t planning to quit. Th

“Very well… The Critical Legal Studies Movement, The Lawyer as a Friend… Yes, I think it’s all here.” Andy sighed contentedly to herself, finally deciding that the organization of her office's bookshelf was finished and she hadn't forgotten anything in her old room in the Whitlock building “The last one I'd like to leave behind would be my books.” she mumbled softly, so that the bodyguard outside the door couldn't hear, while she talked to herself.