Novelas y relatos de Aaron's Patience

When he arrived at the Venzor mansion, he went straight to Aaron’s room. “I have kept my promise, son. Did you have a good time with your mother today?” He asks, bent over, and picked Aaron up. Darren’s eyes rested on Aaron’s soft cheek for a moment. The image of Areiza kissing Aaron’s cheek flashed through his mind and his throat suddenly went dry. “I did, but I wish we were together longer. There was so much I wanted to tell her.” Aaron replied and lowered his head, his eyes full of disappointment. “Don’t worry. You’ll get to be with her longer next time. We will do it step by step.” Darren comforted him.

Elara struggled to find an honest response without sounding ungrateful. "I'm managing," she replied carefully. He paused. "Aaron can be… difficult." She looked at the carpet. That was one way to put it. "He was raised to believe that business and control matter most," Edward explained. "Emotions weren't encouraged." She listened quietly. "I know this marriage was sudden," he added, "but I need you to be patient with him." Patience. The word echoed softly in her mind. After last night, it felt like a tall order.

There was something quiet in his expression,"You’re impatient.” “I’m being realistic.” Lucian’s lips curved faintly. “You’re pacing in your head. There’s a difference.” Aaron’s fingers stilled. For a second, he didn’t respond. Then he pushed himself off the couch abruptly, rolling his shoulders like he needed to shake off something crawling under his skin. “I’m going outside,” he said. He didn’t wait. Didn’t look back. Just turned toward the door, already halfway there before— “Sit down.” Aaron stopped.

How could life be any better than this? The next morning, Kian was out in the field waiting for him, a concerned look on his face. Aaron could not put away his smile, and he was sure he looked like a fool as he approached his friend. He didn’t care. He was going to be a father. “Aaron, something’s wrong. I just know it,” Kian said, his voice hardly above a whisper, no regard whatsoever for the ridiculous smirk on his friend’s face. “Good morning, Kian,” Aaron replied as if he hadn’t understood the statement. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

Adair Carter smells, "Ada, I have been waiting for this sentence, as long as you no longer continue to escape, we will be happy, I will take care of you for a lifetime." Aaron's handsome face is even darker. He sets off a storm and is angry. "Brother Aaron is willing to let you stay and take care of you. Ada Wood, don't be ungrateful." Ada Wood slightly raised her head and looked at the blue veins, Aaron. He was getting closer to Adair.

Something darker underneath. My wolf shifted. Just slightly. A faint pressure behind my ribs. Aaron felt it. I knew he did. His eyes flicked down briefly to my chest before snapping back to my face. Something dangerous flickered in them now as they shifted between storm gray and icy blue. "You have a remarkable talent," he said quietly, "for testing my patience." I smirked, batting my eyelashes teasingly. "You're the one who keeps letting me." Aaron leaned down slightly. Close enough that if I moved even an inch forward our foreheads would touch or maybe even our li— Xavier! Stop!

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.

This is where I feel at home. I suddenly felt almost twitchy and I didn’t like it. I knew what I needed. I wrote in the band’s group text and said I needed to play, not negotiable. Thankfully everyone was available later so at least I had that to look forward to. It had been well over a week since I picked up my sticks and that was never good. Drumming was everything to me, like breathing. I didn’t do well being without it for too long. My patience would wear thin, I’d get itchy like in our younger days when we got into coke and pills. Never again.

“Yes, I am. It’s been less than 24 hours and you’re already going around causing trouble with my guest and attempting to tell me what to do, I wonder who you think you actually are right now” One thing I noticed about Aaron was that he didn’t need to raise his voice to pass his message, his low voice was filled with authority and stern. One that will have you spellbound and rooted to the floor. Because explain to me why I stood where I was, unable to say a word about this utter rubbish he was sprouting from his ugly mouth. Okay fine, maybe not ugly. But annoying. There was really nothing ugly about this man. “Be ready by 7” he said again and walked out briskly.