Victorious #andre Grandma Novels & Stories

Andy quickly wiped the corner of his eye, as if he was stopping a tear from flowing, “She would be proud of all of us.” “Well, as your grandmother, I can vouch for that, as do I.” Adele nodded solemnly and walked over to give her granddaughter a hug that was much more natural than the one she had given Aaron. “Well done, Andrea. I always defended your decision to go to college instead of getting married early, like all my friends' granddaughters, and now I finally had the right argument to shut them up, as I always wanted.” “I am happy, Grandma.” Andy laughed, reaching out with his other arm to hug Jullian as well, who gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Andre was fierce and started to grow a wicked heart. Vanessa has been healed but she's under more stress than she actually went through to this date. Andre paid off some maids in the house and told them to return in two months. He wants Vanessa to replace every single one of them he paid off. He wants her to do all the work in order to repay the clothes and other things she took from his mother's store and sold to Robert and Danica. She did not hesitate and started to work immediately.

Andre said, leaning down to help me stand up as the crowd began to move toward the exit doors. "You spent thirty-five million dollars just to make a point to Marcus, Andre," I whispered, looking up into his dark eyes while the adrenaline from the victory was still humming through my veins. "I spent it to show you that you are the only asset that matters to me, Avery," he replied, his hand settling firmly on the small of my back to guide me out of the theater, but as we reached the lobby doors, Marcus Vance blocked our path with a vicious look on his face, and he whispered something to his guards that made Andre's team immediately reach into their jackets.

"Dad's on my side, but Haley's slipped through the cracks, winning over the shareholders. His hands are tied." "Then we'll bring Grandma into this." Flora's lips curled into a sly smile. "A chat with Haley should keep her in line. We can't let her purge our allies from the company." "Let's go to her, then." Together, they made their way to Grandma DeRoss's room. Madam DeRoss, frail and often bedridden, was basking on the balcony in the gentle sunlight. "Grandma..." Emily's voice broke, tears streaming down her face as Madam DeRoss turned to her.

In case her grandma didn’t get the point, Andrea pointed at Mathin and shouted, “He dragged me here over his shoulder, for pity’s sake! I’m not in love with him. I don’t even like him!” “Actually, I carried you over my shoulder,” Mathin said mildly. Andrea threw an ugly ceramic chicken at him. He plucked it neatly out of the air with one hand. Her grandmother didn’t even blink. “Settle down, Andrea. And don’t raise your voice to me! Your mama taught you better manners, bless her dear departed soul.” She sniffed. “She would be so proud to see you here, so near to your wedding.”

André was a good man but what good was that going to be if he died in this battle? “Dear Princess, you look downcast, and I'm guessing that is not only the illness. Tell me, what troubles you?” I looked at the Alvida sadly, with tears streaming down my face. “André is going to war against Elvis Pine and I don't see how he can win. He's just one man with one pack, and he's facing an entire state. I don't want to lose him, and yet I feel so powerless. I don't know how I can help him win this war. I don't want to lose André.”