Novel & Cerita Aaron Hakimian

He pauses briefly, then he looks away from me to Tony, and he stares at him as he and the guy he's with walk up to us. "Hey." He says to me, completely ignoring Tony. "What are you doing here?." I demand. Before he can say anything Tony extends his hand to Aaron. "Anthony Barker, a friend of Yasmine's. And you are?" "Aaron Ashgroove." He takes Tony's hand, and shakes it. "A very good friend of Yasmine's." "Hold on, you mean Aaron Ashgroove- of Ashgroove Enterprises?" "The one and only." For a second I watch Tony gather his bearings, and I think I might actually witness him begin to fangirl. But he composes himself and shakes Aaron's hand with more vigor.

I didn't even try to stop her. I stood still, like a fool. Until I heard the footsteps behind me. “Nice show,” Alessandro muttered, falling into step beside me. “You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.”

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

He stands to his feet and lets his gaze travel from one end of the table to the other. “I am Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack. I went back to where I was brought into the world and took back what was mine. I am the only legitimate heir and it is my birthright to be Alpha of my father’s pack. I’ve broken no laws, I challenged him, and won,” he said.

This is how Hunters' daily lives, rotates from setting their sight locked on women and bragging after hooking. I was one of the lowkey players of this group, 'Caspian Alexander Arevalo' or CA as my code name, we are ruled by the jerkiest man I have ever met my entire life 'Aaron Xavier Mendez' AX was the leader, not because he was the best player here, in our group- when it comes to playing hearts, I can teach him very well because I am the pro player here. He was our leader because of his high status, he belongs to the family of Mendez- One of the most in demand surnames ever existed in the world of business and wealthiness..

Ryan wondered if she felt forced into having that relationship with Aaron. The meeting started immediately when everyone was already inside the room. Aaron sat at the end of the rectangular table, emitting his domineering aura as the Chairman and CEO of Aeroxx Corporation. Ryan on the other hand sat at the first seat on the left side of the table along with the other higher-ups of the company. Meanwhile on the right side of the table were the whole team members of the microchip project.

I whispered teasingly. "Er…erm… so all your friends are artists?" She stammered sheepishly. I snorted, "the only person close to being an artist is Aaron. He is an architect and civil engineer. He owns a company for building and selling buildings, any kind of houses, and malls. As long as it's a building. He also manages a real estate agent company but that doesn't make him an artist. The only artistic work Jaxon can do is paint a woman with cum and Mordecai doesn't even know how to draw a triangle. If he draws for you, you'll regret your life."

I'm instantly struck by his dark eyes that I can find no ending to, as if they fall into a dark abyss. The smooth smile he cracks is as unnerving as his features. They are sharp and symmetrical, as if he's moulded out of steel by a skilled God. I can't tell if he's devastatingly handsome, or skin shiveringly frightening. "Finally, we meet, Aria," he says, his voice not entwined with any familiar accent.

It was quiet up there, a place where people went to escape the noise of the cafeteria or crowded hallways. He pushed open the heavy door at 11:02, the warm midday sun hitting his face as he stepped out. The rooftop was mostly empty, save for a few scattered benches and some potted plants the gardening club had abandoned. Aaron was already there, leaning casually against the low railing overlooking the sports field. He wore a fitted black shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders, his dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze. Even from a distance, his presence commanded attention—confident, magnetic, dangerous.

It was written, Aaron McKee. "Mr. Aaron McKee, I'm sorry to say this but I need to decline your offer for me—” "You can not!" Aaron shouted causing Janiyah to be shocked, she did not understand what Aaron wanted to happen. "I'm sorry for shouting at you..." Aaron said immediately when he saw Janiyah's shocked reaction, he realized that what he did was wrong. He was about to come near Janiyah but Janiyah retreated. "I'm sorry Mr. McKee but I will not continue working here—”