Aaron Burr Book Novels & Stories

No parent could ever mistake their own child. She knew I had burn marks from when I was young, Jacob had done my ear piercings, and Dad himself had treated my leg injuries. She believed that even if I were reduced to ashes, Dad would still recognize me as his daughter. Dad let out a cold, humorless laugh. "Someone like her doesn't die easily. The worst ones always manage to survive the longest." Ruth furrowed her brows. "But she's been gone for days now. Mr. Eastman said the body has burns on the legs, just like Lina's scars that never healed!"

She was actually concerned. Aurora simply threw her friend a dubious look and nodded before sauntering off in search of the older Knight. When she arrived in front of the office, she took in a deep breath, folded her fingers and tapped on the door twice. The response was immediate, "Come in." Aurora took another breath before twisting the handle and walking into the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Carlos Knight was buried in a stack of papers and files and no, she didn't mean that he was literally buried but with how high each stack was, he was far from being covered in them.

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.

I said calmly, “then let’s end this. Sign it. There’s no need to drag this on. All your stuff is packed. Please take it out today. If not, I’ll toss it.” I had bought the apartment before we got married, so the deed only had my name on it. Now that it had come to this, I no longer feel the need to spare Sydney any dignity. Her face flushed red as her eyes flicked to the suitcase near her feet. “Aaron, are you really that petty? I was just going to leave my things here for a bit. What’s the big deal? Do you still think you’re going to ‘make it’? Dream on. Mr. Burr was furious. He said he’s planning to fire you for delaying the surgery!

True. Elena smiled. As much as he started getting used to hearing such words from him, they still managed to arouse tiny butterflies in her stomach. "I'm still here, you both know right?" Luke reminded them, followed by a fake cough. "Keep it on the low. "Shut up," Elena punched him. "Go get Eve if you're jealous." "Mr Anderson's homework was due today," Daniel said, opening his backpack. "I told him you were ill so he gave you until next week to submit yours. Here, notes you missed from yesterday and today."

"I'm the client, so why didn't you discuss this with me in person?" James flew into a rage, his eyes turning bloodshot. "What kind of attorney are you? You don't even know how to do your job properly!" Arthur was taken aback. "Please calm down, Mr. Hudson. Let me check." He went through the documents. Then, when he raised his head again, he said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Hudson, you were the first one who signed the papers, and the division of assets is clear.

"I want them on their knees and begging for my forgiveness. What are you waiting for? Make them grovel before me!" Just then, Julian's furious roar thundered in from outside. "You've got some nerve. Who gave you the right to force them to their knees?" Behind him stood several members of the Sinclair family, their faces pale with terror.

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.

"These are photos of whoever was hunting them. Jonathan wasn't just protecting people. He was building a case. Documenting an entire network, patiently, for decades, in case anyone ever needed proof." "Proof for who?" Alexander asked. "For whoever came after him," Isaac said quietly, glancing toward Elara. "For exactly this moment." Aurora stood very still amid the shelves, a file open in her hands, her expression somewhere between grief and quiet anger. "History made him the villain," she said softly, "because villains are easier to explain than heroes." Nobody argued with her. Elara found the folder addressed to her mother almost by accident, tucked behind a false panel in one of the locke

His gaze landed on the urn in my arms, and he knew—I was taking my mom to be laid to rest. He scrambled toward me, clutching at my pant leg. "Jess, please—let me come with you. I just want to see Mom one last time." I pried his fingers off and walked out the door without looking back. The burial site was just as the agent had promised—rolling green hills, fresh mountain air, a quiet peace that stretched for miles. My mom had always said the city was too loud, too busy. She used to tell me that when she was gone, she wanted to rest in the mountains, surrounded by beauty.