Aaron Hakimian Mga Nobela at Kwento

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

Sharmaine asked. "Shawn Ezekiel Peñafranco." Harah replied seriously. Sharmaine's eyes widened in shock because Shawn is a famous bachelor and very rich. "OMG! What a luck!" Sharmaine said happily. Harah just shook her head while smiling.

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

Damien was In Front of his dressing mirror, buttoning up his shirt. He was getting ready for the battle and he was no doubt scared as hell. He was going to be meeting Ariel , he was going to be fighting his mate, it was going to be like tearing a piece of his soul. He just prayed and hoped that he wouldn't come face to face with her at all throughout the entire battle. As he raised his head up he saw Alex standing In Front of his door staring at him.

I rolled my eyes, as he continued. “Also, it might help you to know that Damian is probably not who you think he is.” Aaron paused, then shrugged. “You probably don't know this but he’s actually a hollow, boring, ‘traditional’ prick. He wouldn’t know what to do with someone like you.” “You’re just jealous,” I blurted out, trying not to let his words take root in my mind. Aaron huffed out a condescending laugh. “Jealous? Jealous of what??”

“Oh, Aislen. I bumped into Aaron here. I’m not introducing him to the craft, he is already a member.” “Oh,” Aislen was embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I just… assumed.” “It’s fine,” he replied easily as Bianca opened the door. “It’s not exactly something you lead a conversation with. Hi, my name is Aaron Tilbrook, I’m a physio therapist, and a warlock.”

“Look, I’m sorry, really. I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously. I wasn’t trying to scare you for real.” “That’s exactly what you did,” Jordan said coldly. Micah just shook his head in disappointment. Amira turned to Ashara and touched her shoulder gently. “That jerk is my older brother. Aaron. He thinks he’s hilarious when he’s not. He’s also the most obnoxious baseball captain in history.” “And a walking ego,” Jade added. Aaron gave a dramatic bow. “Guilty. But, for what it’s worth… you passed the test.” “What test?” Ashara asked, wiping her cheeks.

My name is Kim Ahri Gaumond. I am a simple employee who usually spends most of her time working, doing charity work, or attending treatments. I never really had a chance to give myself a break since I am not an outgoing person. For the first time in my 30 years of life, I decided to finally give in to my dream of having an international vacation not related to work. I may not be outgoing, but I still wanted to experience a life of leisure in a faraway land.

As I walked away from him, another man was approaching me. Haden. Just what I needed. "Is it important?" I snapped as he began to follow me. "Last time you had to lead anything of this scale on home turf it was against Ayas," he said, "It's an honour to fight alongside the great Alpha Loren rather than against you." "Fuck of Haden," I replied, "I don't have time for your pointless wittering." "I just wanted to let you know you have my full support," he said.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”