Novel & Cerita Aaron Burr Books

I just wanted something to read until he got back. The office was warm, sunlight spilling through the tall windows onto the heavy desk in the center. It smelled faintly of leather and cedar, Aaron’s scent, lingering even in the air. I drifted toward the shelves. The books were arranged in that way only he would bother with: grouped by topic, then by size. My fingers skimmed over spines—business strategy, political biographies, a surprising amount of poetry. I smiled faintly. I plucked a slim hardcover from the third shelf, but as I pulled it free, something shifted. A thick manila folder, wedged sideways behind the books, tipped forward and hit the floor. Papers spilled in a loose fan across

) 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 :

"If you don't, you'll see another side of me. You'll see a side of me that you don't want to see." Aaron, his face a mask of composure, his eyes conveying a sense of determination, nodded silently. He knew that Hilaire was serious, that he was a man who meant what he said. He knew that Hilaire would not hesitate to do whatever it took to protect his daughter. "There is something else I need to ask you," Aaron said, his voice a low murmur, his tone conveying a sense of sincerity. "I need your permission to go and bury my ex. Maite. I want to give her a proper burial. I want to say goodbye."

103. Brandon's POV. I’d been cooped up in my room for hours, flipping through these heavy old history books that smelled like a mix of dust and ancient ink. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I kept bothering. I’d already gone through what felt like half of my father's library, probably more, and I still hadn’t found anything useful. None of it explained what Aaron was. What he did. The powers he had. The weird smell that followed him around. Or how his body just burst into flames like it was never meant to stay in this world.

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.”

2021, February 20th (Imperium, Warlanda) Aaron’s pace rapidly increased as he balanced the files in his arms while simultaneously trying his damndest to avoid any more interactions with Flynn or Cameron. He eased the door to the archive room open and entered, hoping for some peace and quiet. Just as he was letting out a sigh of relief as he made his way through the empty aisles to seek out a desk in a dark corner that he could hopefully hide out in, he bumped into them and almost jumped out of his skin.

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!"

Julian took us straight back to Sinclair Estate. Only after we got home did he gently rest a hand on my shoulder and ask, "What do you want to do about Nicholas and Elliot?" Before I could answer, Theo piped up, "Daddy, they kept calling Mommy names. They even hit me." His little hand clutched the corner of my shirt tightly. "They're bad people." I stroked his head, my heart aching for him. "That's right. They're bad people, and bad people should have bad endings."

Brian I found Aaron sitting on one of those swing porch chairs and watching the pack children run around, I think he missed home. Either that or he really wanted a child. Aaron was an odd guy whom I could never really tell what he was thinking about. I wonder when he's going back because he's starting to irritate me, you know how you hate someone but you're not sure why? Yeah, it was that. His vibes felt really off. I couldn't pinpoint where exactly his vibes felt off but it was just a gut feeling I guess. Maybe my gut would be wrong in the long run, maybe not.

"Ivy." "The life that should have been mine." Aurora closed her eyes briefly. Not because she was afraid. But because Aaron was still doing the same thing. Blaming everyone except himself. Darius took the letter back. "He's becoming more unstable." Aurora nodded. Because the letter proved one thing. Aaron wasn't after money. He wasn't after the company. He wasn't after power. He was chasing something far more dangerous. The past. And people who lived entirely in the past were often impossible to predict.