Aaron Samuels 2024 Novels & Stories

"I've been patient, Win. Just so you know, I've been holding back a lot to avoid crying. Although, if you talk about missing someone, I really miss seeing Samuel. I want to hear his voice. I want to know how he's doing now." "Don't worry. The issue from yesterday is resolved. Rama and Valerie have even been apprehended. And now, Samuel is serving a few weeks of suspension from the board of directors." "You, who are far away in Korea, know so much about Samuel's developments in Indonesia, huh?" Arianna murmured with a bitter smile. Her melancholic face clearly portrayed her sadness. "Imagine, his own wife now doesn't know how he's doing there. Whether he has eaten, if he sleeps well, or what.

Their world was changing, and Aaron was excited about the prospects of the future. He pushed open the office door and was welcomed by the familiar voice of Mrs. Carminati, Mr. and Mrs. Findley’s receptionist. “Good afternoon, Aaron,” she said with a warm smile. She was a human, in her mid-thirties, but her parents had been Hunters, so she knew about the secrets of the Ternion. “Have a seat and I’ll let them know you’re here.” “Thank you,” he said, dropping into a chair in the small waiting area. He tapped his fingers on the armrest, waiting, wondering what this might be about as Mrs. Carminati made the call to let Jordan know Aaron was waiting.

Aaron: “Nessa—” I froze, eyes widening at the thought of him leaving. My heart lurched. Me: “Please, Aaron. You don’t understand. Please.” His voice cracked as he answered. Aaron: “You don’t know how much I want this, Nessa. I’ve never felt this much need before. I want to be ruined by you and never be fixed. But… Sam’s in trouble. He might do something stupid. I have to go.” He shifted, making me tumble off his lap. We were still close, his breath brushing mine—he leaned in to give me a kiss but I lifted a hand, stopping him.

I answered. “Hi, Aria. It’s Samuel. Just wanted to check in and see how things are going. I was at the exhibition again today. Everything’s still fantastic; more people are loving Velvet Vibe’s creations for women empowerment,” Samuel said, his tone upbeat but carrying a subtle undertone of concern. I relaxed a bit at the sound of his familiar voice. “Oh, that’s great to hear! Thanks for letting me know. I’m glad the exhibition is still doing well.”

“Samara. She’s… she’s threatening Caleb. She said he’s hers now. And she said we wouldn’t be able to stop her.” I could hear the shift in Aaron’s voice—his usual calm confidence replaced with a quiet, simmering anger. “Ophelia, listen to me. Do not panic. I’m on my way. We’ll figure this out. Samara made a huge mistake. No one threatens my family and gets away with it.”

As long as that person isn't Benjamin, no matter who you end up with, our entire family will support you. Aaron's words made his stance clear. It was also what the rest of their family thought. Grace murmured in assent. "Okay, Aaron. Don't worry." As she finished speaking, Grace felt brighter. Her gaze turned to the window as she sank deep in thought. … Meanwhile, back in Amirate's office, Samuel was fidgeting with the new crystal trinket he had just bought. Just then, there was a knock on the office door. "Who is it? Come in."

His lips stretched to the right side, drawing a smirk on his exhausted face. Still holding a gaze at him, Haya stood still on the spot. "Jacob, catch it", Aaron turned around, throwing the ball, and ran towards the court again, leaving her in great confusion. She wondered if he was serious about it. However, she also knew that Aaron Samuel was also famous for being sarcastic and humorous all the time. How could he know everything about her? She was an ordinary girl among the thousands of students who had no identity.

was a guy called Samuel Lambert. Javier thumbed through the report, taking the details in. This man’s dossier described someone remarkably similar to the adopted son of Jonah Lambert, right down to his life experiences. This Samuel had been hailed as a wunderkind who had skipped grades and had managed to enroll in Gale University, one of the nation’s top universities before studying abroad in Sammius to get a Ph.D. in economics.

"They’re... weird. There are tons of rumors about them. Even the professors here don’t want to deal with Aaric. So please, stay on the safe path, okay?" I chuckled softly, patting his arm lightly. "I promise I won’t go out of my way to piss off the campus mafia. Happy?" Samuel still looked unconvinced but eventually nodded. "Yeah, happy. For now." We finally reached the parking lot, where his old car was waiting. Samuel started the engine and opened the door for me. "Play something good," I said as I buckled my seatbelt. He shrugged and pressed the button on the stereo, letting a soft indie tune fill the cabin.