Aaron Warner Novels & Stories

Something to ruin our lives? “Do you think he will be back?” I ask softly. “I suppose it’s not a matter of if, rather than when.” “He will be back, yes. When, I’m not sure. Trying to hold me back from taking control took a lot of effort for sure. He will be dormant for a few days, I assume. At least I hope,” Ren assures me, to which I loosen a breath of relief. I wait a while longer before I speak again. Just as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. It’s beautiful, coral colour seeping out over fresh green meadows we drive past.

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.

I had asked her to ruin Eric with those fake videos of him and Damien, but she ruined everything up by falling for him instead —Even getting married to him. Gosh. I hated it. That's why anytime I saw her, I'd never believe the fact that they'd gotten so close to themselves. People I was bent on ruining —And I will ruin them. Every fucking one of them. “That's enough, take her back inside.” My face scrunched up as I told the boys who nodded and obliged. With that, I turned and started heading out of the place with a face cap, making sure no one would recognize me even though I knew I was recognized —I'm Aaron Walker, CEO of M&M Corporation. Who wouldn't know me?

“Ensure you have as much fun as you want, Fen because when we get back, I’ll make sure you never leave that room again.” I swallowed. Hard. He sent a warning glare to Valerian before he walked away. What have I done?

A shocking thought crossed through my mind, how long had it been since I'd seen her look this good? Yes, she did dress up once in a while, but never had I seen her skin look so radiant and her eyes held a hint of something I couldn't place whenever she looked sideways. My eyes followed her gaze, flickered towards the older man sitting beside her, tall, silver-haired a dashing face and an even striking name to booth—Aaron Warner, Founder and ex-CEO of A.R.W the second largest company that dealt with anything and everything, from tech to fashion, ARW was your to go and Aaron had single-handedly created that company from scratch. Despite his age, his features rem

I ran over to him and sobbed. "It's okay, baby. Quiet down." He tried to calm me down but it wasn't working. "H-Hes my father. . ." I continued stumble the words. "He's not dead. He's still alive," Aaron said harshly. I broke out into a new sob again and clutched onto him, tighter. He slowly lifted me up and I buried myself deeper into his chest. "I want him secured somewhere. If the bastard does anything, you know what to do." Aaron ordered somebody.

He was protected by the most heavily fortified, unyielding shield in the entire world. The heavy, distinct sound of a throat clearing instantly shifted the gravity in the room. I didn't even have to look at the doorway to know he was there. My skin completely flushed, every single nerve ending in my body snapping to absolute, terrifying attention. I turned my head. Aaron was leaning casually against the doorframe of the solarium. He had completely shed the formal corporate armor from last night. He was wearing dark, perfectly fitted jeans and a simple, black short-sleeved Henley that stretched entirely too tight across the massive breadth of his chest and shoulders. His dark hair was slightl

It was black, but standing beside it was a man at a podium. We looked at each other for a second. His expression showed a flicker of curiosity that he immediately covered with contempt. I’d bet anything he was the other side’s interpreter, but where was the one who was actually negotiating? “Let’s begin,” Lorenzo said coldly, and the screen lit up as the Zoom call connected. On the other side sat a handsome man in an office, with blond hair slicked back and deep brown eyes. Even through the screen, I could tell he was an Alpha. And more than that... why did he feel like someone I’d met before?

Why are they willing to sacrifice themselves to see us, werewolves, all dead? In the first war that vampires were almost extinct, they started the war and we couldn’t stand down, we had to fight back. “Arthur, use your alpha siren and get the answer out of them.” Tori suggests. I huff. Once again, she’s questioning my actions and authority. I don’t need to use my alpha siren on them. “My alpha siren is too useful to be used on these forbidden creatures. I have better use for it.” I turn to Oliver, he’s always ready to take my command and act.

I grabbed him by the shirt and looked up at him. "I don't want anyone but Sierra. I want her to know how deeply sorry I am. I know I hurt her, and I hate myself for it. I love her so much that I can't bear the thought of losing her. Aria is my daughter, how can she grow up without a father?" He forcefully removed my hands from his shirt. "Aria was your daughter in the past, but now she is Dean's daughter in the present. You should go start a new life with Alex and forget about Sierra. You lost, and there's no way you can win her back."