Aaron Burr Books Novels & Stories

Amy was completely thrown off by Nash's nonsense. She frowned and stared at him like he was some kind of alien. "Hey, what did you take? Did you hit your head or something?” "I'm standing right here, alive and kicking. Who are you saying is dead?” "I just got off a long flight and rushed over. Sure, my back's a little sore, but I'm nowhere near meeting God yet." Seeing that Amy was perfectly fine with not even a single hair out of place, Shirley froze on the spot. She narrowed her eyes at Amy and immediately switched into interrogation mode.

"Seven. Seven meetings, and not one conclusion. An indefinite suspension, because I struck a human. A slave." His hand closed around the back of a chair until his knuckles whitened. "Daddy, you know Vance isn't like this." Leah's voice came out soft. "It's that human girl, poisoning his mind." Elder Jonathan let out a low, humorless laugh and turned toward her. He crossed the room slowly, each step deliberate, and Leah went rigid, rooted where she stood even as every instinct screamed at her to run. Beside her, Kiara took an involuntary step back.

THE BLACKSTONE VAULT Morning arrived. But peace did not. The Blackwell Estate buzzed with activity. Federal agents moved in and out of the mansion. Evidence boxes filled the hallways. Computers. Documents. Weapons. Years of secrets were finally being uncovered. Yet Aurora couldn’t bring herself to care. She stood alone on the balcony. Watching the sunrise over Los Angeles. The city looked beautiful. Normal. As though nothing had happened. As though blood hadn’t been spilled in its shadows for more than two decades.

His tall frame blocked out most of the light from the overhead fixtures, casting shadows across Leon’s flushed face. “Oh, I think I do,” Aaron murmured. “You’ve spent years hiding behind your books, playing the perfect little pastor’s son. Top grades. No parties. No friends. No life. You watch everyone else having fun from the sidelines while you bury yourself in textbooks because that’s safer. But deep down?” Aaron’s lips curved. “You don’t want to be the nerd. You want to be *popular*. You want to walk into parties without people looking at you like you don’t belong. You want to be seen.”

Aaron had been having one of those bad days, heck, he had been having one of those horrible week that made one believe life wasn’t worth appreciating and it was best to go on a killing spree and end the pain. For Aaron, it was more or less the latter. He was currently sitting in his living room, a glass of scotch in one hand while his other hand flew across the keyboard of his laptop, the screen of which, was filled with documents and pictures, both of which related to Amara.

I had been reborn, back to the day of the avalanche. In my previous life, the oxygen system in the sealed pod failed. Ryan, his childhood friend Eve Hurst, and I were trapped in the snow-capped mountains. Ryan suggested we save ourselves by digging out. But there were only two sets of thermal suits in the pod. As the top warrior of the Silver Moon pack, Ryan had to be the one to carve the escape route through layers of snow and rock. So, one of the two suits had to go to him. As for the other suit?

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.

When the enemies, who were currently hiding in the forest, waiting for the Alpha King's people to suffer, when, in fact, the Alpha King had already prepared a bait for them, succeeded the moment they had succeeded out of the forest, which they would do once they succeed in bombing the Alpha King's pack, the bomb that the Aaron secretly buried in the ground under the Alpha King's command would activate. Now there are five bombs currently buried and all of them have already been activated. But upon seeing that they were still standing among the enemies, Aaron couldn't help but click his tongue and sigh in disappointment. “I was hoping that all of them would be wiped out...” he sighed and added

I nodded, and the two of us went our separate ways. Sarrah is a good person, so I genuinely wish that she will also gain the happiness that she deserves. I went back to the classroom then I saw Aaron. He was reading a book, I think it was "The Song of Achilles". I noticed that one of his favorite genres is mythology. Adorable. "Oh hey!" Aaron waved at me. I waved back at him and I sat on the seat beside him. "Not that I'm prying or anything, but I saw you and Sarrah talking with each other. And you both look serious, is something wrong?" he asked as he turned his face away. Haha cute I thought as I chuckled.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s