Aaron's Patience Novels & Stories

Aaron’s voice was laced with anger. “Yes, I admit it. But that doesn’t mean you can sit here, indecisive, hurting Emily!” Sadie stood up. “These are two separate things—do you get that?” “I’m DONE talking about this.” Aaron was frustrated. He didn’t have the patience or the will to explain his thoughts from start to finish, especially not to his mother. They were never close, and being over thirty, still having to listen to her lectures grated on him. “I have my own plan. If you really want to help, stop interfering.” His brows furrowed deeper; he had no interest in continuing this argument.

I want to know itchy and every detail since her childhood," I said. "Her? Ok, give me two days of time," Aaron said in a professional way. "You already know I don’t have that much patience or time with me. You only have 24 hours," I ordered. "This isn’t a children’s game, Xavier. Why don’t you understand it? How is it possible within just 24 hours? He whined like a child. "Ok, you don’t need to do anything from now on for Mr. Goodbye," I said, and I was about to hang up on him.

"But Uncle Marcus had promised me the new book was coming today, and you were taking so long with the ice cream, and..." "Hey," Dominic said softly, reaching over and placing a hand on Aaron's shoulder. The smallness of his son, the vulnerability in his tear-filled eyes, choked the harsh words that had threatened to come out. "It's okay to be impatient, but you shouldn't just run off like that. You could have gotten hurt, or worse." Aaron's eyes widened in sudden realization. "Are you mad at me?"

This is a warzone with carpet and markers. “Wanna sit?” I ask.He shrugs but doesn’t move. I sit down first.Eventually, he follows, drops into the chair like he’s not sure he’s allowed to take up space.We sit in silence. I let him pick up a puzzle piece and fiddle with it. I don’t push or ask questions I just sit there.Let him breathe, let him lead. After a while, he whispers, “My name’s Aaron.”It hits me harder than it should. He’s never had the chance to tell me that. Not in five years. I swallow the lump in my throat and nod.

“I’m letting you off the hook because you’re exhausted. But listen to me, baby—don’t test my patience. I’m not as nice as I look.” “Hmph... and what are you going to do if I do?” “I’ll wreck you.” “Total pervert.” ... Once she was clean and dry, Aaron carefully carried Zoe back to the bedroom. He tucked her under the covers with a quiet, “Go to sleep.” Then, he turned and went back into the bathroom. Zoe lay there, listening to the sound of the shower. She realized he was handling his “frustration” himself—his stamina was truly terrifying. She stared up at the ceiling, her body feeling like lead but her mind buzzing. She touched her swollen, aching lips. This isn’t a dream, is it? Are we rea

Aaron Black sat in the large black leather chair behind his dark wooden desk with his head being cradled between his hands. His son, Aiden, sat in the leather chair on the other side of the desk with a grim expression on his face. Aaron was still fighting a migraine as he tried to soak in all that he had learned in the short amount of time he and his son had conversed. “You couldn’t have chosen a simpler mate, could you?” he rubbed his hands across his face before sitting back and looking at the young man before him. Why did things have to be so complicated?

“Aaron, do something for the Johnson for old time… “You should help them. Am busy” Aaron said for John to angrily stand up. “Call your aunt… she’s worried sick about you” John angrily left for Aaron to drop his pen down again. Aaron took his phone and dialed his aunt number. He knows when he was broken as a child, she took him in and shower him love a mother will give to her son..even if she sometimes get him annoyed, she’s the only one he can still not ignore. Sometimes if he keeps her silent, she fall sick but he don’t like pressure..

Well played, Aaron Morris. He took me back to his apartment. "You hungry? I'm about to make is dinner, so just wait here," he said. "Wait...you are making dinner?" I raised my eyebrows. "Yes. Do you think I will trust you to make my food after what happened?" Aaron laughed. "I'd like to live to see my brother get married at least." "Haha very funny," I said and sat down on the couch. I guess I couldn't blame him for being cautious.

When did she begin obeying his words? ARA is now asleep in Vanluke's arms. With sheer willpower he did not let his libido run his decisions. He thought of the reasons why he shouldn't break his promise. Convincing himself successfully he was able to maintain his sanity. The only thing he regrets is masturbating in the bathroom aware of her presence. "So near, yet so far."

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.”