Aaron And Claire Book Novels & Stories

'Perfect,' I smile when my eyes fix on the lines of the protagonist's confession to her mate. "Eric will move here with Claire and Jea," he says to Aaron while he rubs my legs. I close the book for the second time and try to pull my legs off Aaron's lap but he holds on to it. "They'll stay for a month," he added. Are you kidding me? No way! "Can I have my legs back?" I ask and he frowns at me, giving me time to move my legs off of him. When I am on my feet I look back at him and bend down, poking his forehead with my finger.

Adrian and I were destined from the moment she saw us bicker. “She hated him, you know,” Claire teased, her glass raised high. “But I knew that fire wasn’t just anger. It was passion. And now look at them—married, madly in love, and absolutely perfect together!” I covered my face in mock embarrassment, but Adrian slid an arm around my waist, pulling me close as he whispered in my ear, “I like Claire’s version of events.”

Claire said standing up straight and placing her hands on her hips. “Oh god fine Claire I promise, just tell me now.” He said annoyed. “Dean didn't leave because he’s a coward. He left to deliver a message to Gavin and Morgan- “Claire-” “Hush, they will be meeting us at Raven's Peak but we're going to ambush Rowling. Come here.” Claire said, holding a finger up to him when she told him to hush. Jack inhaled trying to control his frustration as he walked over to the map. Claire pointed to Raven’s Peak.

He doesn't look bad also, his robe fitted him perfectly. "Everyone be my witness, on this day I announce Anna Moore to be my lovely Luna and my wife together we will rule and nothing shall make us be apart." He announced holding my hands as people clapped. I am very sure that clapping was not from their mind, I guess they didn't want to see the wrath of the Alpha. Anyways, I am now a Luna and I must do something to find out about my parent's death. Haiden and I both stared at each other, he didn't hesitate to kiss me immediately sending shivers down my spine. Must we do this in front of the crowd?

Even so, the arrogance on his face had not faded in the slightest. "This is a library, Arthur. No loud talking," Claire said coldly. She did not close her book, signaling that she did not want to be disturbed. Arthur laughed sarcastically. He sat down and leaned back, looking at Claire with a dismissive gaze. "You’ve really gone crazy, haven’t you? Marrying trash like Julian? What did he give you? A dingy old apartment on the outskirts of town? Or pocket money that isn’t even enough to buy a pair of designer shoes?"

Claire’s heart pounded like a war drum as Aaron’s words hung in the air, thick with promise and peril. “Why not? Matthew’s gone. You’re lonely. I’m here.” His blue eyes bored into hers, dark with lust, and before she could form a coherent protest, his mouth was on hers again—fierce, demanding, nothing like the playful pecks of their sibling past. His tongue invaded, tangling with hers in a dance that sent sparks racing down her spine. She tasted coffee and something uniquely him, forbidden. Her hands fisted in his shirt, intending to push him away, but her body betrayed her, pulling him closer instead. This is wrong, her mind screamed, flashes of Matthew’s face flickering like guilt-ridden g

Now I understood that the easiest prison to enter was the one I built for myself. Aaron's voice pulled me back. "Claire, come see me once. Let us talk properly." I looked at the flight itinerary on the table. The nineteenth was my last night before leaving. The story had begun at Celestia, and it could end there too. "All right," I said. "See you on the nineteenth." His relief was almost audible, but before I could hang up, Vivian's voice drifted through the line. "Aaron... I do not feel well."

Chattering and conversations filled the air around us. I merged into the crowd of student's and tried to blend in. My first stop was the office, which I managed to find quite easily. A large sign hung from the ceiling pointing out the small office. "Well hello, dear." A plump woman in a purple sweater smiled at me, her rounded glasses hanging low on her face. "Are you new here?" I nodded at her and gave her a small smile, "Aurora St. Claire." I had been given my father's last name as a child, and while Melissa insisted I change it to Frank's last name, I refused.

Beads of sweat formed against Aaron's forehead as he lay in bed. A woman with raven black hair, beautiful grey eyes, and flawless pale skin stood beside Aaron. She looked aggrieved, dialling a number again and again, but it didn't go through. “Mom.. Do you think he can see us from here?” Younger Aaron asked, his gaze fixed on her. They stood at the entrance of a dark alley. He wouldn't be surprised if his father couldn't catch a glimpse of them.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.