Novel & Cerita Aaron Burr Books

“The authorities are requesting statements.” ⸻ Aaron didn’t look away from Victor. “Give them access to everything.” ⸻ Victor’s eyes narrowed instantly. ⸻ Aaron continued coldly. “Every archive.” A pause. “Every account.” Another pause. “And every name connected to this.” ⸻ Edward looked toward him sharply. “Aaron—” ⸻ “No.” Aaron’s voice hardened. “This family buried too much already.” ⸻ Silence settled heavily again. Because nobody could argue with him anymore.

The metal shards pierced my palm, and pain swept across my body. Timothy held Zoe in his arms and roared at me, "I'll make you pay if anything happens to her, you lunatic!" The pain nearly robbed me of my consciousness. I only had the presence of mind to feel my phone buzz in my pocket. The immigration application I'd put in was approved. … I got myself bandaged and came to my mother's ward only to hear the moans of a couple coming from inside. "Don't do this, Timothy. Melanie's going to be mad if she finds out."

" She took out a document and displayed it in front of the cameras. "But you can't escape this one. "These are the records of you and Hannah bribing the doctor. "Jason was indeed going through IVF with Hannah, but you used your own sperm to replace Jason's." Then she took out another document. "And this. "A massive accidental death insurance policy. The insured is Jason Cole, and the beneficiary is Hannah Hayes." I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out.

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

"Anyway, are you in one of my classes?" "Yes, sir. 8:00 to 9:00 am. Mythology and Folklore," I dictated. "Oh, then you might want to tell me your name so I could recognize you in our class," he suggested. I mentally screamed with his suggestion. He just asked my name. I know it's just nothing, but he still asked my name! "My pleasure, sir. It's Aurora Lynne Lopez, but you can call me Aurora or Rora." "Or babe," I mentally said and screamed in my own craziness.

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.

“I feel like I’m drowning in my own mind sometimes. Like I can’t escape it, no matter how hard I try.” Aaron didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached into the box and pulled out the leather-bound book. He placed it gently in her lap. “What’s this?” she asked. “A journal,” he said softly. “It’s empty, but… sometimes, writing it down helps. Even if no one ever reads it. Even if the words never make any sense. It helps. Nana gave it to me, her last gift for me.”

A dull ache pulsed in my chest, but I had become numb to it long ago. Feeling annoyed at my silence, Adrian's frown deepened as he strode toward me. Just then, Peggy darted forward and snatched the urn from my arms. "What's this box you're carrying? It's exquisite. I could use a new jewelry case!" Horror jolts through me, my eyes widening and my veins tightening as a desperate scream tears out of my throat. "Give it back!" I lunged for the urn. Adrian immediately stepped in front of Peggy and drove his foot into my chest.

That was still full of too many secrets. “Thank you, Anna.” “Always, my lady.” I found Aaron where he always was these days, buried in maps and scrolls, lips pressed tight, as if he focused hard enough, food would just appear for the whole pack. His office smelled like cedar and dried ink, and the fire in the hearth had burned down low. I stood there for a second, watching him rub at his temple like he could press away the weight of it all. “Aaron?” I said gently.

There were only a couple of other kids that chose to read over the computers. I browsed the bookshelf searching for a book to read, my step-father set fire to all my books in the wheel barrow when he first moved in with us. I picked a book up from the shelf, my father had bought me it before he died, I was surprised to see it in a school library. The Darkest Minds. I found my way over to a comfy seat in the corner of the room. Fishing out my glasses from my bag I made sure no one was looking before I put them on. "Hey." A boy interupted me three chapters in. "I'm Aaron." Peeking up from behind my book I saw a guy staring at me with a huge grin on his face. I had no idea how long he had been