Feed Anderson Novels & Stories

said Andy. "Okay, Sonny. . .one more thing—" "Yeah?" "Can I drop you off to school after breakfast?" "That would be lovely dad, thanks a bunch." "Okay, okay, I'll just be down playing some songs." Anderson smirked at this, running into his bathroom. Thirty minutes later, he was downstairs in the dining, digging through his breakfast of toasted bread and fried egg. He ate, heartily, with his dad cracking a joke about how he devoured Grandma's meal no differently, as a boy.

From the first day I met Anderson, I knew he was great at something— something athletic and I wasn't wrong. Not only was his body built for it, but he seemed to have a strong devotion to it. The other day after Morgan came to get me at the station, we also dropped him off for training. I may have never gotten the chance to stand up for what I really wanted but Anderson is a great person and something in me wanted to find out more. I heard the faint sound of the gear shifting and the engine revving down and my heart leaped. That was Morgan. I shut down the laptop and quickly changed into a top and cargo pants before looking out through my window.

I could no longer make use of my left hand so I took out another needle from the bag and was about to head to my bedroom when I heard the voice of a baby crying. I ducked when the sound got closer and my heart hurt so much, just as my breasts did. I could feel that my children were hungry but I couldn't feed them. My anger burned toward Anderson and the thought of driving a knife through his heart did not seem like a bad idea to me. When the crying voice began to fade away, I lifted my head and saw Anderson, walking toward his room with one of my children in his arms. He was feeding my child with what I presumed was baby formula and in no time, my child stopped crying.

" Are you telling us she has been saying nothing but the truth? " " When I met Miss Anderson for the first time,she came to the hospital for a pregnancy test which turned out positive. When she had a relapse at the office, she was brought to the hospital. Meeting Mr Black, I could see the fear of losing the mother and baby in his eyes but amidst that, I saw the joy and happiness in him when he realized they were both fine. He took every single instruction I gave to him concerning Miss Anderson and the baby seriously. He took it upon himself to prepare every single meal she ate even though he had chefs around." The doctor said,

“Go on. You better tell us every fucking thing because this is the last time I’ll ever give you a chance to speak.” Anderson was hurt by the harsh tone Ethan used but he masked it. “Andrew got upset that I was taking away his favorite toy. So he threatened to go to the media. I couldn’t have that. So, I made a deal with him. In exchange for keeping his mouth shut, I’d make him my heir and give him the majority of the shares in the company. So, he agreed. To avoid the pressing issue, he pretended to be her husband so you wouldn’t be labeled as a child born out of wedlock.”

Even after she had walked away, his expression remained the same; he smiled as he lowered his head. Meanwhile, Mr. Anderson was attending a banquet. The Anderson family could only be regarded as a bottom-ranking family in San Joto. They could only get into a banquet of such level using the name of the director of the Royal Creek Institute. Even so, after coming in, no one would pay them much attention. So, Mr. Anderson was in a very embarrassing situation and took the call to prop himself up. He pretended to put down the phone solemnly and then immediately regretted it. He had nothing to do anyway, and chatting with Mr. Kennedy would have made him look a little busier.

"Babe...I workout everyday, besides he's light" "Daddy, daddy...". I never saw Asa this hyper and excited. I'm very happy to see his smile. "Are you brave enough to feed them?" Andrew asked as he saw a few kids feeding the elephant. "No!" He hugged Andrew and burried his face. "He doesn't bite Asa, they're kind". "No". "Daddy want to feed them...will you join daddy or do you want to stay with mommy?" He looked at me and Andrew continuously. "Uhhh". He shook his head.

Marcus finalized which made Amanda clap. "Awwnn. So sweet." Amanda said with a clap but she soon stopped when she saw a tall man approaching them Anderson only intends to have a relaxing meal in this restaurant because their food is famous for being delicious but he never expected to see his business competitor, Eric in the restaurant. Anderson swaggered toward Eric pridefully, "Long time, Eric. How are you and that son of yours, how have you both been? I think you are fine seeing that you haven't died from heartbreak yet." Anderson said which made Eric clenched his fist in anger

It caught me off guard, but then again, when has he not caught me off guard? “Morning wifey.” Anderson grins, leaning against the counter as he reaches for an apple from the fruit bowl Celine put out. He takes a bite from it, his gaze bouncing about the kitchen. “What are you doing in the kitchen?” “Dancing,” I reply, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “What else do they do in the kitchen Mr. Shield.” Anderson's smirk came slow and I instinctively knew what he was going to say next. “Oh baby, we can do a lot of things in the kitchen.”

Anderson must have seen the shock on my face, because he says, almost casually, “It’s too big for one person, really. But I like the quiet. My mate left me after she found her fated mate. I've been alone for the past three years.” His eyes bleed with a swift sadness, to me they scorched like I was his next interest, the possible candidate. I flinch right away, nervous to maintain the look. “But it's fine. I'm alright. At times, Ace comes to join me here but he loves Independence.” “Wow.” We settle into the living room, well that's what he called it. It’s the size of my entire dorm floor. Anderson pours two glasses of water from a crystal jug and hands me one. “You seem nervous?”