Aaron Booktok Novels & Stories

Feeling tired at that point, Aaron never made attempts to follow the couple and let them be--- thinking that this will resolve itself just like how it did when they first had their quarrel. That is the point that Aaron regretted. He hoped that he had followed the couple right then and there, if he did, maybe he could have prevented this incident from happening at all. It was the last day before the school year--- their third year--- began and Arthur contacted him, telling him to come to his house as he has something to show. Aaron agreed, letting out a sigh of relief as it seemed like he was right--- the problem resolved itself without him interfering whatsoever. When Aaron arrived at the ho

she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

“But not just because of me. Because you’re kind. Because you ask questions. Because you see people.” Victor looked up at her, the same way Aaron once did—like she was something unshakable. “Will you write another book?” he asked. “Maybe,” she said. “But only if the story asks me to.” He grinned and stood, stretching. “Well, if you do, I want to be in it.” “You already are,” she replied softly. He ran back up toward the house, his laughter echoing across the lake. Aaron stepped onto the dock behind her. His hair had hints of silver now, and a softness in his face that only love and time could leave.

Nova “I’m sorry.” I looked up from the armchair I was curled up in with a massive tome on my lap from the Hidden History Encyclopedia series. The series took up an entire bookshelf. Aaron was perched in the armchair across from me in his black t-shirt and jeans, leaning back to hang his elbow over the back of the chair like he had done at the library. His ankle was crossed over his knee, and he was balancing a book in the crook of his legs.

He commented, his tone flat and I let out a small humorless chuckle, before placing my floral personalized bookmark into the book and shutting it with a soft ‘thud’. “Hey, if they get you this insecure and annoyed, then they’re real enough for me.” I quipped to which Aaron huffed, folding his arms across his muscled chest. I ignored the urge to continue looking and settled my gaze on his eyes. “I wouldn’t be so ‘annoyed’ if you at least acted like you loved me more than those characters you drool over.” He grumbled out and I raised an eyebrow, placing the book on the small tea-table beside me.

I am so over him; I would rather give my time to someone else who actually wants me. Christina and I talked for a while until she said she had to go. I lay in bed, reading a new book I came across and for some dumb reason, I began to imagine me and Aaron as the main characters.

And Aaron—because we’ve apparently developed twin telepathy—has also beaten the locker-room circus and is at the door. He opens it with a bored little snort. “Pass.” “Hey! Calloway! Cobalt! Get your asses back he—” Banks starts, but the door shuts on the rest. I turn to Aaron. “Where to?” His eyes are glued to his phone. Completely absorbed. It takes him a solid minute to register I’ve asked a question. When he finally looks up, it’s for half a second. “Tessa’s going shopping,” he says, already looking back down at his screen like the message might evaporate.

I wasn’t sure if I was ready to show it to Aaron yet, but I wanted to have it with me, it felt like a bridge I could offer him. The time had come for our next visit. The counselor had told me Aaron was eager to share his story with me, a book he had been working on about a boy lost in space. I could almost feel my pulse quicken. This was a moment, a turning point. I was about to meet Aaron where he was, and this time, it wasn’t going to be through some cold, clinical sheet of paper or a session monitored by someone else. This was us.

“ Hey Benji; It’s me Aaron . If you were alive right now; I’d be your step daddy to be. I really love your mother .I know a lot of the things that have happened lately would make you question my commitment to your mom… but I need her to live. Goodness I need ; your mom, Dave , and Mary to live . I know God is listening to me and I’ve ; thanked him for your mother and your brother or sister. I know I don’t deserve anything good because of my past.This has been the most awful day .My company was bought out ; my son was shot ,my sister too was shot, Lexi got involved in a hit and run, and to be honest I am barely hanging on, and I need some sort of miracle. Your daddy saved your mommy and… “ Ou

I pushed open my bedroom door, ready to collapse into the safety of my bed, but the air in the room felt heavy. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that I had left the AC off. It had everything to do with Aaron lounging on my bed. He looked entirely too comfortable on top of it, his dark presence likr a stain on my white duvet. He was wearing a leather jacket , one boot hooked over his knee as he scrolled through a book on my nightstand. He grinned when he lifted his head and our eyes met. “Hey.”