Aaron Booktok Novels & Stories

Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while. A little background before we really kick things off, this book is made from the story of Aaron and Xavier, Aaron being an OC I made for a roleplay back in like 2016 when I was around 13-14. Xavier being one of my closest, longest and best online friend Alex's OC from that same roleplay. It used to be a whole little group of us roleplaying Nightshade Pack on I*******m! Our group account might even still be up somewhere where we used to post our OCs and the application for new members to the roleplay lols!!

They need to take it slow, so Theodore wouldn’t have been suspicious of sudden change. "Just wait and see dad. She will help me and take Theodore away." That way Alicia could regain her freedom back and breathe a sigh of relief. … That night, in a bar in downtown Seattle. "Just state whatever you want and I will grant it to you." Theodore was silent and looked at Aaron with a question mark, "why is it so sudden?" What did Aaron just eat? He was not a generous man who would voluntarily grant someone's wish. "Instead, can I get Miss Becker's phone number? Does she have a social account? F******k, I*******m or Twitter? What’s her username? I can’t find anything. Spit it out her number or her

Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid. Inside wasn't any better: the cold AC; black TV screen; the bookshelf that occupied the greater part of the right sage green wall, containing things on psychology, philosophy, and books on the human mind. He could even spot Ben Carson's "Think Big" written across the spine of one of the books. There was a large portrait of he, his ex wife, and his daughters anchored to the side of the shelf. They looked happy with their brooding smiles that stretches the jaw, silver teeth and a calmness from their posture...they were too happy even, only that in Aaron's head, happiness was relative

Hello, lovely readers. We have come to the end of Aaron and Tessa's love story. I hope you enjoyed reading this book. This was my first, rejection and remorse story, I appreciate you reading this far. It had been a wonderful journey... sometimes, I would be too tired to update but I'm glad you were patient and still stayed until the end. I hope you can continue supporting me. I have other completed books that I've written, you can find them below the main page of this book.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

It was a sanctuary from the din, even for a child who had grown up in the shadow of an empire. Back in her corner, Aria read the last of her book and strolled to the counter, arms laden with three more. "These are the ones I'd like today," she told Lena, setting them down with a gentle thump. "Could you write on the first page like you did last time?" Lena grinned and pulled out her fountain pen. "Anything you'd like." She opened the top book and started to write: *To Aria. May this story take you somewhere magical. Love, Miss Lena.*

And then Zara stepped out. Dressed in that stupid tunic that glimmered even at night. Her hair was pulled back in a tight braid, the ends gleaming silver. She looked relaxed, like this was all a game. The others filed in behind her—Arnou, Derek, Leena, Sylah. Arnou stood too close to her right. Bigger than the others. Darker, broader, son of Beta Magnus himself. His eyes glinted the way predators did when they smelled weakness. “Well, well. You do have a spine. No Rowan this time?” she asked mischievously. My jaw clenched, but I didn’t rise to it. Not yet.

I swallowed each pill with the water, the cool slide against my throat grounding me in a way the shower hadn’t managed. I set the glass down. My voice came out low, softer than I intended. “Talk to me.” For a beat, nothing. He just stared, the silence stretching sharp and taut. Then, finally, his chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh, and he obeyed. “I’ve never had a vendetta against Dorian,” Aaron said, voice rough like gravel dragged across stone. “Not really. I didn’t care enough to. He wasn’t worth my focus until he decided to make himself my opponent.”

Aaron smirked at her gawking as she abruptly liberated herself from his grip. "What are you doing here?" Alaina asked composing her wild palpitations. "Just came to know that you are planning to escape or not." Aaron smirked as his eyes landed on a book " Fifty shades of grey." Alaina found him staring at the book as they both went in the past. "I am bored here." Alaina pouted as Aaron was busy working on some files laying beside her. "Then what do you want to do?" Aaron asked as he sighed. " I want to go to the library. I have read all these books." Alaina signalled towards the pile of novels placed on her table.

) Aaron : The magician who made his debut at the beginning of The Uprise Of Hell has seemed to survive all the acts of Hell. Aaron will be a more seen character along the line of Time Is Reborn. Aaron being a magician has a different past which is not really close to that of the witches. A portion of his history will be further told along chapter 7/ 8 or chapter 9 of the upcoming book, Time Is Reborn. Lilith :