Aaron T Turning Red Novels & Stories

she harshly spoke. Aaron growled lowly, eyes glowing red as he lunged forward catching the girl off guard as he growled on her face, her back roughly contacting against the wall. "How dare you even think of rejection, let alone asking!" He snarled on her face with glowing blood red eyes.

His mouth had whipped cream all over it. I wiped it off his mouth with a napkin. I turned to Mason to see him examining my body and I blushed. I had just then realised I ran out into the house in just pale blue booty shorts with roses on them. And a black tank top without a bra. I looked back at Aaron to see he was talking to a young redhead girl around his age. She was trying to convince him to let her braid his hair that I planned on cutting later.

The visible love bites on his skin had turned a distinct shade of purple, almost like a mark of their shared passion. "Don't force me to warn you again, Ederic. My patience is wearing thin. I hope you won't venture out needlessly," Aaron's words were stern. Ederic clenched his jaw. Aaron left the room and closed the door behind him, seemingly indifferent to his surroundings. Neither of them was aware of the impending storm, particularly Aaron.

I blurt surprisingly easily than I expected. Aaron lowers the bottle saying nothing as he twists the cap back on and places it back in the cupholder. As if I'm unable to look anywhere, his frame isn't. I follow him with my gaze. The tips of his ears are an unmistakable shade of red, and a flicker of warmth stirs faintly in my chest. Was he… blushing? That can't be right. Maybe it was something else. "You want us to talk about it here?" He asks lowly, then with a subtle tip of his chin, he gestures to the driver, who does a terrible Job at looking unaffected once he notices Aaron and me watching him through the rearview mirror.

Peter raised his hand in the air, “No need to grab me, I will come with you.” A wide and evil grin appeared on Aaron's face, “Who said you have a choice or a say in how you are to be taken away? My daughter did not have a say, remember?” He turned to the two men who were waiting for his command and his eyes flashed the blue color of his wolf, “Grab him.”

Aaron continued, “that I’m relying on my seniority or my relationship with Father to tip the scale. On that note… I’ve made my decision.” He turned toward his laptop and his finger pressed a key. All eyes snapped to the projector… and the blue bar moved. It climbed to five. A collective gasp filled the room. What? What the hell just happened right now? Wait. Aaron… Aaron just voted for me?! I stared at the screen. Blue: Five. Red: Five. A tie. My mind struggled to process it. I slowly turned to look at Aaron, but his face was calm and unreadable. Why?

stronger, and almost like I had it together. I sat in the chair in front of the camera, clutching the paper in my hand. The red light blinked. I opened my mouth and just as I was about to speak the door slammed open. “Everyone, out!” a voice barked. I turned so fast I nearly knocked over the mic stand. It was Aaron. He stood there in a black trench coat like the grim ripper. His cold blue eyes glared at the crew and they all started packing without question. “Hey!” I stood up. “You didn’t bring them here. You had no right sending them out.”

Aaron walked past the lockers and benches to the open showers. Margo was soaping her perfect body. With her back turned, he couldn’t see her breasts. But her ass looked just as good as he had first seen it bare a few years ago. “Hey.” She turned around. “Hey, turn around if you’re going to be in here,” she said as she used her arms to cover her breasts. “I’ve seen you naked before.” “I know, but there’s no need to memorize my body. Now, turn around.” Aaron rolled his eyes as he turned his back. Damn. What I wouldn’t give to bury my face in those things one more time? “I was outside checking the grounds. Guess who was out there?”

Later, just like Mom said, a stranger appeared before the burial, bringing a massive jar—taller than a person and filled with a strange liquid. The final image I saw was Aunt Marlene being lowered into that jar and sealed inside. "Abby? Abby, what are you doing? That's your father!" Mom's sharp voice suddenly pierced my ears. As my vision blurred and my head spun, I felt my body swaying. When I opened my eyes again, I realized I was choking Dad hard. His eyes were rolling back in his head, his face turning a terrifying shade of purple-red. I instantly yanked my hands away. I stared blankly as he started coughing violently, gasping for air.

They returned home after 12 o'clock in the afternoon and keeping in mind that Alejandro continued to secure, Laura tediously set out toward the shower in the higher up visitor room that she was not entirely set in stone to possess, in spite of Alejandro effectively moving her back to the Expert Suite consistently. She was remaining underneath the hot, loosening up splash of the numerous shower heads in the extravagant visitor restroom, her temple squeezed to the cool tiles, when a surge of cold air made her aware of the way that the pearly glass entryway to the work space had slid open. She pivoted with a surrendered groan and looked as Alejandro who went to close the shower entryway behind