Akko X Andrew Romane & Geschichten

he said as he shook hand with Mr King. "Xavier please." Mr King said back. "Its so nice to meet you." Andrew said smiling. Mr King nodded at him. "Excuse me." he excused himself and went off. "So the dress..." he dragged off. I started to glare at him. "Don't you think this is a bit too much?' I asked him. "What? No. Anyway my target was you and your boss. And looks like it might be working." he said eyeing suspiciously.

That bloodied scene was exactly what Jake had walked in on. “Wake up, pig! Come on. Father has a gift for you.” Amanda’s cruel chuckles woke Calista the following morning. The younger sister stood outside the pen, smirking as she took in the sight of Calista covered in filth. “What do you want…?” Calista managed, her voice a hollow rasp. The blood on her skin had dried into a stiff crust overnight, the metallic scent mixing with the stench of the pen. “Nothing, sister,” Amanda mocked, pouting with theatrical sadness. “Aside from wanting to inform you that Leo and I are officially engaged, I just wanted to see if you were still breathing.”

He let out a sharp, mocking scoff and stood up straighter, crossing his arms over his chest instead of shaking Zane’s hand. “Uhhh,” Andrew started, his voice dripping with pure derision. “Andrew Dimitri. Key master.” He rolled his eyes so hard it looked painful. “What is this, a comic book convention? What kind of absolute clown are you?” Zane slowly let his hand drop to his side. He didn’t look angry; he looked entirely unimpressed. He leveled Andrew with a flat, cold stare. “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.”

Instead, he gently moved Chantelle aside and walked straight toward Xavier, earning a death glare from her. Andrew said, "You go around calling people bugs and talking like some noble patriot. You talk about honor and justice like it's your religion, screaming about glory and serving your country…" He smirked. "But Xavier, don't you think all that sounds just a little fake? A little pathetic?" Aspen gasped while Chantelle cursed under her breath, but Andrew kept walking—right up to Xavier's giant sword. He stopped just two inches from the blade, eyes locked with Xavier's, his expression flat and unflinching.

Her eyes widened in pure shock. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, her voice sharp, almost shrill. “You’re supposed to be dead.” Xavier stepped fully into the room, his gaze cold.“Unfortunately for you and fortunately for me,” he said calmly, “I’m not.” Andrew’s expression shifted, his composure cracking for just a second before he recovered. “Well,” he said slowly, “this is unexpected.” Xavier’s eyes locked onto him.“Andrew.” The name carried history. Weight. Recognition.

And that personality slowly changes because of Andrew. Andrew on the other hand is the complete opposite. Andrew is way shorter than Karl, almost eighteen centimeters shorter. His relatively thin build and short stature often lead him to be mistaken for a grade school student. But his height doesn’t stop him from doing what he loves. His layered brown hair was tousled as well. His downturned eyes were a pair of green. More than what he looks, however, he was the quickest in the team that makes him one of the best spikers. If Karl has a cold demeanor, Andrew was the ball of sunshine of the team. He has a cheerful and energetic personality. He is capable of reading social cues and be incredibl

"Hey you! The fuck are you looking at ? Leave before I- (punch!)" Andrew had no chance against the beast in front of him . Xavier is strong, way more stronger than him and right now, he is angry.... And no one dares to make him angry or the consequences will be WORSE then you ever imagine , Andrew did not have even a tiny bit of time to defend himself when Xavier attacked him with hard punches... first punch on his jaw making him split out blood, then punched his nose breaking his bones, then on cheeks cutting his skin, then a knee kick on his belly breaking his ribs while again he split out blood and then so on and on with Andrew crying in pain with every single punch.....

He shrugged. “Just go back and scratch your ass like you always do, Hank.” The male rolled his eyes. “You’re dead where you sit so it doesn’t matter what you say?” Hank snickered and walked out. “So, what’s your name and...” Alexis said about then minutes later, “what did you do to end up in this hell hole?” she asked. “I’m Andrew and I challenged that asshole, lost and tried to kill him with silver.” Andrew started explaining, “but of course the fucker didn’t die. If he had just died, Kyde would be mine again.” He grumbled.

Andrew winked before adding, “I promise to make you laugh till death do us part.” “Haha! Liking you already!” Kenzie replied, offering a toast. Since Andrew could not get more info from Kenzie, he offered, “Look, I’m an open book. I figured if you are going to trust me with your name, I should show you mine.” Andrew raised his chin once and suggested, “G****e me. Andrew Kentworthy. My father is William Kentworthy of KNW Lifestlyle Media.” ‘G****e him?’ Kenzie thought silently. ‘He must be quite a personality.’

"I wasn’t trying to undermine you. I just—" I didn’t give him the chance to finish. My hand swung out again, slapping him harder this time. He staggered, blood spraying from his mouth as his knees buckled slightly. "Protecting them?" I spat, rage burning hot in my chest. "You forgot your place, Drew. You forgot who leads our pack before we came here. And it’s not Xavier." Andrew clutched his face, his eyes brimming with tears of pain and desperation. But what infuriated me most was the lack of regret in his expression. He still thought he was right—still thought he had done nothing wrong.