Novel & Cerita Aaron Taylor Johnson

“Aiden’s working on polishing the business plan. I heard your friends will be coming later to celebrate and talk about it at the same time.” My gaze was pinned on Aiden, narrowing my eyes as I studied his face and body movement from afar. He looked like a different Aiden, someone focused, and though I could not hear them from here, he seemed to talk to Aaron with more authority. “Umm… What’s Aaron’s job?” I turned my head to the woman beside me. “Aaron’s a Chief Operating Officer,” Sasha answered nonchalantly, her eyes on the screen of her cell phone. “Wow!” I blinked, staring at Aaron as he nodded at Aiden like he was agreeing with something. I glanced at Sasha again. “And you?”

Christina smiled, and he made a face but quickly hid it. I looked down at my plate when Aaron glanced at me. "Yeah, I'm a social worker. I wanted to help kids like me, or at least kids going through something similar." He replied. Jolie cut in. "That's how we met, we both were at a convention, and I couldn't help but take notice of him." "How is your mother, Aaron? Did you tell her about Johnathan?" Mom spoke. "I did. She hasn't taken it well. She didn't want to come..."

"What the hell do I need you for? Why are you coming to me over something so trivial?" "This isn't trivial, sir." John stammered. "I'll send you a video so you can decide whether you want to return to the company." A few minutes later, Aaron strode out of the funeral parlor and sped to Reed Tower, his expression hideous. The car had barely stopped when he jumped out. He glowered at the images that played in succession on the electronic screen.

“I was wrong, wasn’t I, about which portal would open next?” Aaron hadn’t had much time to look at numbers since the portal opened and mayhem ensued, but he was fairly certain it wasn’t the one that Alex had predicted. “We’ll look at it shortly,” he said. “Perhaps there is no rhyme or reason here. No time, nothing to measure one’s rate of change or the status quo.” He closed his eyes, and Aaron could tell his breathing was growing more shallow. “I am reminded of the great Civil War General, Albert Sydney Johnston, who died of a similar wound at the Battle of Shiloh.”

“Why?” Johnson opened his mouth— Then froze. Across the room, a familiar face stepped in. Aaron. Johnson’s cousin. The same cousin who had spent the last week ranting about a woman who cleaned out his apartment and disappeared. Johnson lifted a hand and waved him over. Damon leaned in. “You did not.” Aaron reached them, tension rolling off him in waves. He barely finished greeting Johnson before his eyes began scanning the room like a predator scenting blood. “Where is she?”

"Lowell is already cooking something for you to eat, and it will be ready soon." I nodded lightly, but I couldn't get myself to say a single word. "Can I help Ari clean up?" Tora asked eagerly. "Please do; I will prepare her water and cleansing oils," Dillon responded politely as he prepared the tools for us before going to Lowell to help in preparing my food and medicine. "You know, Ari—I was so shocked when I learned that you were actually female," she smiled.

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

Fear thundered down Olivia as she leaned against John’s embrace softly. When she saw the person subduing Aaron was Zac, she was startled. She lifted her head slowly and glanced at John, yet John was not looking at her. Aaron was dumbfounded, and his subconscious reaction was to struggle. “Let me go! Who are you?” Before Zac could speak, John sneered and said, “Aaron, don’t you know me? We’ve met.” He had never expected Aaron would be so bold.

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”

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