Aaron Warner Book Characters Novels & Stories

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Jake said with a straight face. "Dude, it's 30 degrees outside," Aaron winced. "So? A dare is a dare. You only have to stay out for a minute. Don't be a little bitch," Jake chuckled. "I'll kill you later," Aaron groaned and took his shirt off. I couldn't help but look and blushed profusely. He had always been in good shape, but it was as if he had gotten even more toned and perfect. I sneaked another peek when he took his pants off. Oh god...it was like looking at the body of a Greek God.

-by Aaron Alistaire king _____________________________________ Aaron's pov I never thought such a day would come in my life when I will be filled with this overflowing emotion called regret I always thought that the decisions taken by me always served justice. Being the chief justice of warewolf community I always thought that not once was my decision wrong But how wrong I was. I couldn't even serve justice to my mate let alone the entire community And now when I have realised this I just wanted to punish myself for every wrong I did to her. So here I am going all berserk. Knocking down all the trees around me, growling at every person who tries to touch her,drawing blood by scratching mysel

I huffed in irritation and entered the kitchen, trying to judge what was for breakfast with my super smell. I rounded the corner and immediately came to a halt because there at my dining table were sitting Rob’s two best friends, Aaron Strong and Samuel White. While my brother was in the lead to become the next warrior gamma, which is the warrior leader, Aaron was in line to be the next beta (the second-in-command of the pack, while Samuel would be the next Alpha of the pack. It sure as hell was a power-packed bunch. “Hey, Clara!” Aaron spotted me first and I smiled timidly at him. He always treated me with concealed amusement as if I was extremely funny. I waved at him awkwardly and moved t

Damon gazed at me, “Damon is right, why wouldn't he? When to him you're the enemy?” “Maybe she isn't,” the soldier spoke, unlocking the door again, “Lilith isn't the enemy... In fact, none of you are, but I trust that we share a common rival,” “Who are you?” I stepped forward, “What do you what?” “I want nothing but a truce,” the guard whispered, “And my name— my name is Aaron.”

he said and went back to eating his food. Alina turned to Amelia and asked, “Can you tell me what is the role of each of the guardians in this quest and why do we need to come?” “Good question,” Aaron said, “I can explain my role,” he said while munching on the barbecue he’s eating. Alina turned to Aaron. Aaron looks like he is the same as their age but he is about 11 or 12 years old; dark skin, curly hair, a little chubby with big round eyes and a monobrow. He is a very jolly boy.

**The Unwelcome Guest** The small, cozy apartment that Lillian and Nicholas had begun to think of as their safe haven felt suddenly stifling, the air heavy with tension. Aaron’s unexpected presence at the door was like a slap back into the past they’d fought so hard to escape. He looked rough—unshaven, his clothes rumpled, and a faint trace of blood on his temple. But his eyes were sharp, gleaming with a mix of anger and desperation. Nicholas stood in front of Lillian protectively, his body blocking Aaron’s view of her. “What are you doing here, Aaron?” he asked, his voice low and cold.

Warner as Pearly. Was this Ms. Warner’s brother?

I straightened immediately, shoulders squared, expression locked back into the calm, unreadable neutrality I wore like armor. My job was simple: Protect the mansion. Protect Zayden’s interests. And never, ever get distracted. But when I opened the tall, gold-lined doors, distraction punched me in the lungs. He stood there. Aaron. A little breathless from climbing the steps, clutching a backpack strapped too tightly to his shoulders, wearing an oversized sweater that swallowed his frame. His curls were messy, falling over his forehead, and his eyes—God—his eyes were wide and hesitant, like he was stepping into a world he didn’t belong in.

I turned back to ask what they wanted next when I heard a familiar voice shout at me from my right. “You traitor!” Instinctively, I whispered putting my arm up as a small rock wall shot up from the ground stopping the ice attack before it reached me. The ice-covered rock wall disappeared quickly. I looked over and saw Aaron. He was Doctor Robert’s son and the most advanced mage right after Nathan. “I can’t believe you would betray us like this, Karen! You’re supposed to be one of us!” He shouted angrily. Aaron was about my height and had a slender build with blue eyes and black long hair that was always tied back with a ribbon to match the color of his robes. He looked incredibly furious. Th