Aaron Warner Booktok Novels & Stories

Aaron said panting and sweating. "Huh??, Aaron explain me clearly and first drink water",I handed him a glass of water,although he is my assistant,but he is very talented and applicable for this job in his young age, so I care for him as big brother, I wont show him though. "Sir according to our sources Ms.Warner is giving live interview regarding her life and also about yours and her relationship in celebrity diaries"Aaron said switching on television in my office room. The show started with host talking about Anna, I mean Jasmine giving introduction about her.

His jaw clenched. A maid knocked on his door soon after, but with urgency. Come in, he muttered and the lady immediately rushed in. “Sir, the.. the press are here. A lot of them.” Aaron's expression darkened, his brow slightly raised. But as quickly, a smile found its way to his lips. “As expected.” He outstretched his hands, pulling the wheelchair closer. He pushed his upper body before steadying himself onto the wheelchair. He had done this for years, so it wasn't really difficult sliding into the wheel chair alone.

That's… that's a bomb. “No…” I whispered. Varek pressed his thumb against the activation button. A sharp electronic beep echoed through the tent continuously. He placed the bomb carefully on the ground. “Twenty minutes,” he announced calmly. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Twenty minutes until this entire place comes down.” He straightened and smiled. “By then, I’ll be long gone.” He gestured toward the unsealed section of the tent. “And if you're wondering where you all will be…” His smile widened. “You'll be joining Wendy.”

___________ Author: And now…the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Alex: (aims bow) Warren, stop shaking. Warren: (knees wobble) I’m trying! Alex: Author, remind me again... how did this man become my Gamma? Warren: (whispers) Frank should’ve been there… Frank understands me… Alex: (grins wickedly) Oh, I’m definitely never trading you for Frank.

His hands clench briefly before he releases them. “Aaron,” he says slowly, “is a liar. A thief. A murderer dressed in Armani. We built our empire together—two kids clawing our way out of nothing. But Aaron… he wanted it all. He wanted my ideas, my contacts, my blood. He used me until there was nothing left and then discarded me like trash.” His voice hardens, bitter steel slicing through each word. “And then, when I needed him most, when everything in my life burned down, he wasn’t there. He let me drown. So now?” He leans closer, his eyes dark. “Now I’ll watch him drown.”

Aron wasn't just going to walk away from her that easily. A/N: Hey thank you for reading Book One and journeying with me. This is the End of Book One. Update: Book Two is up. F******k: taniashava I*******m: tanz.v

And there, in impeccable gold cursive, lay the death sentence of my tranquility: “Aaron has the honor of inviting you to the marriage of his daughter, Maia April, to Warren West.” The world spun. I felt my stomach churn as the bitter taste of bile rose in my throat. I sank into the sofa, the invitation trembling in my hands like a dry leaf. This wasn’t just a wedding. It was a declaration of war. It was the last piece of a malignant puzzle that I had been too stupid to foresee. Warren hadn’t given up. He had simply changed tactics. He no longer needed to kidnap me on a roadside if he could enter through my family’s front door as a legitimate heir.

Staying focused on you original agenda and not becoming derailed by the prospect of a possible change of career in the future is a good attribute for a research assistant. Would you please enlighten me as to the specific details you wished to discuss with me? Rest assured that I will answer any and all of your questions so that your thirst is quenched and you are left satisfied. I am looking forward to our next correspondence. Yours, Aiden Warner. CEO, Warner Labs. Innuendo and flirtation. That's what my billionaire brain came up with? Before I could second guess my decision, I hit send, crossing my fingers that I haven't scared her away.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

“Aaron… you can’t be sure. You can’t just jump to conclusions. What if you’re wrong?” Aaron, his gaze fixed on Andro, his voice firm, his conviction unwavering, shook his head. “I’m not wrong, Andro. I know it. I just… I need to be careful. It’s dangerous. He’s a powerful man, a dangerous man. And if he finds out I work for the police… if he finds out what I’m doing…” He couldn’t finish the sentence, the image of Hilaire Clinton’s wrath, his relentless pursuit of revenge, too terrifying to imagine.