Aaron's Patience Novels & Stories

Some would call him selfish, but he called it business. And so, Aaron slipped his hand in his pocket and eased his expression from impatience into a gentle smile as he waited for Ivette to walk through those doors. But she didn't.

"Can you wait that long for me?" Aaron stood up and lean down on his both knees onto the grass Infront of the girl's legs and hold his both hands softly. "I can wait an eternity for you and no I'm not just saying it at the moment. I'm serious Grace. I will wait for you for as long as you want, I also need time to change myself for you. To Make myself better. We both need time to make better version of ourself only then we can truely move on" Aaron softly says. "This time I want to take slow and careful steps. Do everything with concentration and with my whole heart. We will take slow steps together, help each other with hard times and just be there for each other." Aaron smiled.

“If anything happens to Henry…” Aaron sighed dramatically. “I know. You’ll kill me. I’ve heard it three times from Bryce already.” He smiled. “But don’t worry.” His expression unexpectedly became serious. “I’ll bring him back.” I stared into his eyes for a long moment. Then nodded. “Go.” Without another word… Aaron turned around and disappeared into the forest. While we wait here patiently for him to bring Henry. … (Several Hours Passed) It was pure torture. Every minute felt like an hour.

I said, folding my arms. Aaron sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I realized that keeping my distance wasn’t working. For either of us. So I’m trying to bridge the gap.” “And what if I’m not ready for that?” “Then we go at your pace,” he said simply, his honesty disarming. I stared at him, trying to decipher his intentions. Aaron Donovan wasn’t the kind of man to tiptoe around emotions. He was decisive, relentless, and ruthless when he needed to be. Yet here he was, offering patience and understanding—two things I wasn’t sure he was capable of.

For your information, Aaron's patience was as thin as a tissue. Dealing with Ailee's insolence without getting emotional was a miracle for him. However, if the tissue continued to be exposed to water, it was not impossible that it would tear as well. I don't know when Aaron stood up from his seat and confined Ailee between the sofa and Aaron's arms. Ailee immediately froze, Aaron's sharp gaze felt sharp, no different from the last time they met. "Then, just kill me if you can do it," Aaron said coldly, his breath even hitting Ailee's face who was really surprised by Aaron's sudden action.

Betty said as she looked expectantly at the older. "Okay. " Aaron finally agree to the plan. He is nervous, to be honest, but he also agrees that the way things are going around Irise and him, nothing will change even if he waits for more ten years.

Nevertheless, his thoughts shifted to the pale woman standing before him. "He should learn to fend for himself," Aaron said, walking away. She remained speechless; this new generation seemed to hold grudges against people for no apparent reason. Perhaps Aaron was one of those affected by the harsh realities of life. In his room, Aaron sighed and lay down on his bed. "Both mother and son are annoying. Arghhh..." he growled, though deep down, he couldn't deny being touched by her warm smile every evening.

"Aaron, can't you do something?" "Hold on, I'm thinking." He felt a nerve snap at Aaron's response. What did he mean he was thinking? He had been the one against bringing the ambulance, so why the hell was he kneeling next to him and doing nothing? "Is your only magic trick to change the color of your eyes." "It's not a magic trick." "Dammit, then think faster and do something!" He shot at Aaron whose presence was beginning to rile him up and he got a flinch in return. He couldn't get himself to calm down, nothing about the situation was calming.

Aaron sighed, his frustration evident, his shoulders slumping with the weight of unresolved conflict, his gaze shifting between the two women caught in the crossfire of his past and present. “Sometimes you can't share everything in the beginning. You need to wait for the right moment,” Aaron explained, his voice tinged with regret, his words a plea for understanding amidst the chaos of emotions. “It has been already six months,” Arina retorted, her eyes rolling in exasperation, her impatience evident as she challenged Aaron's rationale, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “Yes, but still, Arina, it is difficult to tell everything when you are serious,” Aaron confessed, his voice laden w

Aaron tried to convince himself that he did not enjoy her company, at most her body, but he failed. He did not need to think much about his anxiety, as the cell phone vibrated and the man had something to occupy himself with. "Aaron Granger" There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Aaron, who had already exhausted his patience quota, took a deep breath. He could not handle bantering before he exploded, so he decided to look at the handle. His name on the screen made Aaron's heart race, even though he did not understand the reaction. For someone always in control, Granger was being too expressive.