Novel & Cerita Aaravos X Callum

I said, " Hey, I'm Aarya. Sorry to disturb you but Aarav isn't picking up my calls.Is everything okay? I'm not able to contact him. Can you please say something about Aarav?" He said, " Hello Aarya, Aarav is alright. I met him today in the afternoon at his home. He was perfectly fine till the afternoon. In fact he is busy making his first music video for launching on his YouTube channel. You're Aarav's friend so that means you're my friend also so there's nothing like you're disturbing me."

He loves it as well as he loves him as a whole. He climbed off to bed in his nakedness. His phone rang at the exact moment. "Czar," he mentioned his name as soon as he answered it. "Czar? It's me…" Czar's jaw dropped at the person's urgent call. He immediately took a quick bath and headed to his boss's room. VANLUKE is busy showering the just awoken Ara. He can't stop himself from tasting her skin with his lips. "I'll mark you all over, my Lady."

She grabbed her phone and showed me his picture. “Gadamn!! He’s dashing!” I squealed. “I know... it feels like a dream to be honest. He’s super chill, kind and incredible smart. He’s a neurosurgeon.” The complete Indian package, or just package really. “His name is Aarav.” “Okay... Aarav...” I said with snaps of my finger. We were both laughing our asses off but damn, she got a good one. “So...” “We’re currently texting. He’s also based in the US and like me, he came home to check on his parents.”

" As if this was all part of his plan, I turn to find him standing a few feet away, his eyes sparkling with triumph. The rogues draw closer, around us, and his lips curl into a satisfied grin. With a taut, combat-ready physique, Callum moves ahead of me. He says in a calm, protecting voice, "Stay behind me." "I'll make sure we leave." Victor, however, moves forward and stares straight at me. "Aurora, you're making a mistake," he continues in a smooth but frightening tone. Do you feel Callum can keep you safe? From the outset, he has been fooling you. Are you convinced you want to trust him?

“Your father is going to talk about something important, stay here.” Darren sighed, he really wanted to take the girl away from this boring family gathering. But he couldn't help but listen to his father speak first. “We look like family, right Mr. Frank?” He was Adam Jarl, Alpha Pack Kyne, Darren's father. Of course before answering that question, Frank chuckled to break the ice. After all he thought it was a good signal to bring two families together. “Yeah, we're like two families already, Alpha Adam. I feel like we're very compatible in every way.”

They began descending the stairs. "Arabella, sweetie." Arabella’s mum called, smiling. "Mum, dad," Arabella said, smiling happily as she gave them a hug. Ava stood next to Cameron while staring at Xavier. He is quite handsome as Cameron said. And a billionaire too. But this Arabella doesn't suit him. Ava thought internally. Giselle suit him better. She wondered if Elodie's dad is here as well. She looked around and her eyes fell on Damien. She saw Giselle with him as well.

"At least one of us gets to live with our shiny new mate. I'm sure Tamara will make a fine Luna. She's certainly vicious enough for the job." Callum looks away, jaw clenching. "Aria..." "No," I cut him off softly. "Don't say anything else. Please. Just let me have the last word for once."

Charlotte gasped involuntarily. SO much pain! Azraiel stood up, his eyes showing the anger he was feeling. He picked up his phone and called someone. Her best guess was that he was calling Josh. And she was right … “Who the hell do you think you are?” Azraiel shouted in the phone and Daniel quietly went out of the room.

At least Austin’s scent didn't make me want to sneeze. 'The Mate scent.' I growled internally and shut my eyes. Ravenna talked to Callum about the rules. I peeked at him. The sun hit his hair and his sharp jaw. He looked like an ad for expensive soap. He put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. His shirt stretched tight over his thick arms. What a show-off. He saw me looking and smirked. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. The women nearby gasped. I didn't care about that. I cared about the scars. They were thin and faded against his skin. They looked better than mine ever would.