Aaron's Patience Novels & Stories

In his position no one cares for him, he is just a ladder to everyone and all of this concern is just buttering with a bow of concern. Aaron was a seasoned player hence instead of getting annoyed he simply smiled politely and declined Brad’s offer, “Thank you for your concern Brad but I am waiting for an urgent call to come, after that I will eat something. You can take your break as per usual.” Aaron had to give him credit where it was due, Brad was a smart man and finally got the hint and bowed his head while leaving him in peace, “As you say King Aaron.” After Brad left, His phone rang just as he was shutting down his computer system and getting ready to make the call on his own,

“Aaron is planning on being there. You just need to make sure the Hunters are in position.” Resting a finger against her chin, Aurora seemed to think about the situation. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.” I was fiddling around with an elliptical machine, trying to look like I wasn’t paying attention, but I couldn’t help but mutter, “Some people’s first times take a lot longer to come around than other people’s.” “What was that?”

"Aaron... Aaron... Aaron... that's why you shouldn't be too arrogant with your status. You shouldn't be too snobbish with the people around you. This is what you get when you make people hate you..." "Give me back Kathy!!!" Aaron lost his patience. Veins began to bulge from his forehead and his face turned hot, radiating redness all over his cheeks. This was his ultimate rage, his breaking point, his uttermost anger. Both his hands trembled as he tried hard to control his emotion. His breath got heavy as he tried to keep himself together, avoiding making his tears fall down. This felt like the darkest moment of his life. His entire work and effort, Aeroxx Corporation, was fated to doom soone

Nevertheless, they were there, standing watch, their menacing beauty a cautionary reminder that looks can be deceiving. Aaron had been sitting there for quite some time, attempting to enjoy the silence. It had been decades since he had quieted the outside voices in his head for this long. Now, the silence seemed deafening, and he couldn't help but reflect on what he should have done differently, what he could have done to protect his teammates, to save his best friend's life.

Aaron went right up to her. He wasn’t waiting for anything or anyone, not this time. He took her into his arms and pulled her close like a man being shipped off to war the next day. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that he’d seen it earlier. The tell-tale signs that Aria was afraid. Aaron was fluent in being able to see it, no matter how well she was masking it. All of this must be killing her. Only two weeks ago, she’d been promised these moments with someone else.

Matteo said. Aaron chuckled, his face bright with confidence. There was an unmistakable aura of victory around him—the man who had won Rose. Matteo felt a sharp stab of pain in his chest but quickly ignored it. They shook hands briefly before sitting down. Both instinctively reached for the menus on the table. “Sorry, I didn’t get the chance to visit you,” Matteo added. “It’s nothing worth visiting for,” Aaron replied casually. “Just takes patience for the bone to heal and for the boredom to go away.”

Nothing about this moment was amusing to this strange man. Instead, He pulled his right hand from his pocket, “Give the girl back to us” Aaron requested, his brows knotted with his lashes. Arnold didn’t move. Didn’t even acknowledge him. It was as if Aaron didn’t exist, as if he were no more than dust floating in the corner. Aaron’s face twisted with fury, lips curling back. He hated being ignored, hated being dismissed. His anger shook through his words. “Did you hear me?” he barked.

Aaron, sensing the depth of my anguish, stepped forward, but I retreated, raising a hand to stop him. Aaron let out a long sigh, breathing deeply for a moment. When his heavy steps vibrated the ground as he approached me, his aura was dark, his scent carrying a mixture of frustration and concern. His breathing was heavy, and I could sense the internal conflict emanating from him, as if he were torn between the need to comfort me and the weight of his own pride. The silence between us was thick, almost tangible, and the atmosphere around us seemed frozen in time.

He hated more that he wanted to know what had been said. The rest of the day passed in a haze. He snapped at a supplier over the phone, rejected a proposal he would’ve normally entertained and barely touched his lunch. By the time evening rolled around, his patience was threadbare. “Ava,” he said as he passed her desk. “My office. Please.” She looked up, startled, then nodded. “Of course.” She hurried after him and closed the door behind her with a soft click that felt far too loud. Aaron stayed standing, his arms crossed, as she stopped a few feet away. “I wanted to check in,” he said. “You’ve seemed… distracted today.”

I am happy because their bond getting strong by each passing day. After that everyone exited to their respective houses. I went to my room to see, Aaron in some deep thought. I quickly took this chance and left to washroom, changed into night wear. I came sat beside him and placed my hand on his shoulder. "Aaron, Today whatever happened it's all because of me. I am sorry."I said. "It's not your fault. So please don't say sorry."He said. "Why didn't you said Ms Mittal insulted you?," He and his mood swings. Again angry mood how can someone change so easily?