Aaron Warner Book Characters Novels & Stories

Hi Darlings, First and formost, thank you for all the love you give for our characters in Alpha Braddock! As good of parents as Braddock and Charlie are, their little girl is ready to fly on her own.... Alpha Abigail's Quest has been signed and our story will continue in her own book.

“When did you go to Aaron’s bookstore? And why did you go without me?” Aaron was a bookstore/ library owner who was also in the same class as Cyan in college. He was a friend of ours, he had supported me and Cyan at our very worst and he had introduced us to spicy books. His career as a business man and artist had taken off quicker than ours. “Let us get you ready for dates, I sent you Archie’s number, start a conversation and see if it pans out well.” Cyan had spent the whole week at my apartment helping me sell my paintings while looking for a job while taking care of my young sister while conversing with Archie.

Chapter 51– FAKE DATE ME Aaron’s finger lingered under Leon’s chin for a moment longer, tilting his face up so their eyes stayed locked in the narrow space between the bookshelves. The library felt impossibly quiet around them, the distant rustle of pages and soft murmurs from other students fading into background noise. Leon’s back pressed against the cool wood, heart hammering so hard he was sure Aaron could feel it through the thin hockey jersey. “I think there’s something you still want,” Aaron whispered, voice rough and dangerously intimate. “Or rather… still *someone*.”

He commented, his tone flat and I let out a small humorless chuckle, before placing my floral personalized bookmark into the book and shutting it with a soft ‘thud’. “Hey, if they get you this insecure and annoyed, then they’re real enough for me.” I quipped to which Aaron huffed, folding his arms across his muscled chest. I ignored the urge to continue looking and settled my gaze on his eyes. “I wouldn’t be so ‘annoyed’ if you at least acted like you loved me more than those characters you drool over.” He grumbled out and I raised an eyebrow, placing the book on the small tea-table beside me.

For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. I think it's gentlemanly—and appropriate for me to WARN you all, too, that this book contains strong words, and gory contents, which like every other part of this book, will be written in a detailed form. Hence, this book will be inappropriate for children, and tweens, and juvenile teens. I wish you a great reading experience as you dive with me into this book! 😃 Enjoy...

Athena found herself captivated by Aron's unique perspective, his ability to see beyond the surface of a well-known tale. "Have you ever felt drawn to characters who have that duality?" Athena asked, her voice tinged with genuine curiosity. She observed his reaction, watching for any subtle changes in his demeanor. Aron's eyes narrowed slightly, contemplating the question. "I have," Aron admitted, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken experiences. "There's something captivating about those characters." Athena nodded, her gaze locked with Aron's as they delved deeper into the exploration of his psyche. "have you ever met them?" Athen asked him.

Binns was near to tears, "You stole my laptop and now I am being investigated by W.I.K.D... Why? Why did ruin my life!" "You know Binns, you should really think this through before bringing a handful of men to war," "What—" Flicking out my claws, I slit the two agents' throats who stood behind Al and Amber, not killing them but paralyzing them, but skipped Binns and in the blink of an eye, I was behind McCarthy, sinking my talons into his neck before taking his gun. It happened so fast even Binns couldn't find the words. Pointing the gun at him, I licked McCarthy's neck, feeling the vein throbbing beneath my tongue, Binns, on the other hand, had his gun aimed at Al and Amber,

I had walked right up to him, ignoring the way he glared at me, and shoved it into his hands. "It’s armor." I had told him, my eight-year-old voice full of stubborn conviction. “So the monsters can't get you anymore." I stared through the crack in the door, paralyzed by the sight in front of me. Aaron Wylder, a man who possessed enough wealth to buy half the country, a man who wore custom Tom Ford suits and drove bulletproof cars, was sitting in the dark, staring at a cheap piece of frayed string like it was the most precious, holy artifact in the entire universe.

“Xavier- I couldn’t read anymore, his name was everywhere, so I closed the book and a few tears dropped on the cover. My lips were dry and my cheeks were heated. The last thing I wanted was to remember him. Aaron got the book from my hands. “You don’t have to right now,” he said and closed it putting it back in the drawer. “It’s dinner time, let’s go.” ……

“The name is Wendell. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for Aaron to shake, but he didn't even move. He just stood there, looking at the human. Wendell lowered his hand and hid both in his pockets. “Forgive this ogre man. We're traveling together, but he's not my boyfriend or anything," I said, shooting a glare at Aaron. "This is Aaron. Mr. Wendell was telling me that there is a lady in Name who is the keeper of this book and that there is more two of those,” cu said, lifting the book.