Aaron T 4town Novels & Stories

and something deeper. 'You want to see his massive dick, you pervert.' Toni had done pretty much everything sexual. Everything but anal. Today that would change. Aaron stopped outside a large but plain-looking red brick house. The garden wasn't pristine, but it was mowed and weeded. A trampoline and a swing set sat by the shed, loosely covered with a frayed black tarp. "You have kid siblings?" she asked. "Yeah," he said. "Oldest of seven kids."

she replies Totally dump struck. Few minutes later, Humphrey came in to inform them that they all have to sleep at Henry's place because Thomas girlfriend Aurora was going to sleep over and they needed privacy. Tory and Grace too their respective property's and follow Humphrey to Henry's place which was one of the two bedroom flats in the compound.

I said and offered him a smile. We met Aaron at the movie theater parking lot, just as promised. I blushed when I saw him leaned against his car. He was wearing a plaid shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his arm tattoos, paired with black jeans. His green eyes sparkled under the streetlights. He looked damn good. Because why wouldn't he? I rolled my eyes. "Hey," he saw us and smiled. Calm down, heart, I scolded it in my mind. "Let's go in," Damien said.

“Whatever it is you have in mind, make it bigger.” Aaron smirked at the implication of his words. Not just to him, but to the girl involved. So far, his favourite pass-time included thinking up ways to get his girlfriend’s face a permanent shade of red. And he was doing a great job at it. It was only up from here. “Have a good day.” Aaron waved a finger on his way out, definitely in a good mood and ready to pack up for his impending journey to Chicago. Aaron crossed the hallways of the building, headed outside when his phone rang. He took a glance and was shocked at the name displayed. Hell had to be freezing for him to receive such a call.

Weak. “Shhh, please stop shaking. I’m so sorry.” Aaron’s voice was pained, a temptation to glance at him won as I watched this man clearly in his late 30’s let tears go freely down his cheeks. His skin seemed darker than I had seen before, bringing a moment of wonder to me. It was then I realized he had an accent too. His deep brown eyes seemed surprised at my curiosity before he gave me a warm smile. “Please, don’t be afraid of me. I would never harm a child. You seem like your 17? My daughter just turned 17 a few days ago…”

“Oh, Aislen. I bumped into Aaron here. I’m not introducing him to the craft, he is already a member.” “Oh,” Aislen was embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I just… assumed.” “It’s fine,” he replied easily as Bianca opened the door. “It’s not exactly something you lead a conversation with. Hi, my name is Aaron Tilbrook, I’m a physio therapist, and a warlock.”

What was with this today! "Speak." I say to Charlie, trying to handle the extravagant child. "If your boy is so energetic even after so long, join me and Gerroto at the strip club again. Let's go as a foursome." Suggests Charlie. "Hey! What's a foursome anymore? I'm not letting any bitch touch my precious Ravine! Grr, she's mine!" Says Aaron into the phone. "..." "Did he just 'grr' at me?" "Yes he did." I shake my head at Aaron's deteriorating behavior. He's being too much now.

“Sure.” Aaron smiles and a couple of stops later he stands. “This is me.” I follow him off the bus. His house is a beautiful light blue color, two stories and a surprisingly large yard with a privacy fence around the back. “Your house is very pretty.” Aaron laughs. “Thanks mom will be happy to hear it. Nobody’s home right now. Mom and dad are both at work.” “Oh okay. Is it alright that I’m here with you?” Aaron looks me up and down. “Yes, it is. So, you want to watch some T.V. or play a video game?”

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

he stated sarcastically. “But it seems like you are!” I stated and looked around. “Listen, it’s cool! If you don’t want to have a tattoo, I will do it anyway!” Raf exclaimed and that man approached us. “Raf!” he screamed. “Aaron!” Raf screamed and they hugged each other. Aaron was probably in his mid forties. He had a round face, brown chocolate skin. He was well-built. His nose was flat and he had dark short hair. His eyes were hazel and big.