Novel & Cerita Aaron Warner

But even he seemed tense, his fingers tapping a quiet, anxious rhythm on the wooden table before us. Across the room, the Elders regarded me with expressions ranging from scepticism to reluctant acceptance. Elder Maron, a man in his sixties with a look of sagacity etched into his features, leaned forward. His eyes bore into mine, silently demanding an explanation, an assurance that the course I had chosen was the right one.

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.

Her final inmate for the day was Aron. As Aron entered Athena's small office, his presence commanded attention. His black hair, meticulously styled in a buzz cut, accentuated his angular face. The vibrant tattoos adorning his neck served as a stark contrast to his pale skin. Piercings adorned his ears, hinting at a rebellious nature. Athena mentally prepared herself for the session, intrigued by the shift in Aron's mood since their earlier encounter. "Good day, Mr. Aron," Athena greeted, adjusting her glasses with a calm demeanor. Her eyes met his, momentarily captivated by the intensity of his stormy blue gaze.

Aaron was in his red supermna underwear, clutching a stuffed figurine of Jessica rabbit, anatomically correct. His head was laid on one of her plush boobs and he’d turned just as the picture was taking, a line of drool on the side of his mouth. He'd been drooling yesterday… I shook my head gently, and said again, “Kneel.” Aaron fell to his knees and I grinned. We both knew the power I had in my hand. Everybody would tip him to shreds. This picture would be listed everywhere, used as meemmes and

And I was going to do it with the one person who would make sure everyone knew: Aaron Blackwell. Aaron was the hottest, most popular jock in school. Senior quarterback. Tall, muscular, with messy dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a cocky smile that made girls drop their panties without a second thought. He was a total womanizer — everyone knew he had slept with half the cheerleading squad and probably more. He was exactly the kind of guy who would brag about fucking the school virgin. And that was perfect. Because I wanted people to know. I wanted them to stop laughing at me.

She fell asleep a moment later. While she was sleeping, Aaron opened the topic of his marriage plan to David. He asked the lawyer to arrange it for him secretly. It would only be a court wedding, a private ceremony with David being one of the witnesses. Aaron also told David to bring his assistant, Luna May, as another witness. Aaron believed that David and Luna would keep the marriage matter secret since they both were bound by the law to never disclosed their client information to the public. ***

Warren has been friends with me since highschool and has always taken good care of me. “ Thanks, Warren but I can handle myself.” I mumbled and began looking around the hanger.. “ Of course not… You look like you're gonna pass out anytime soon.. you need to take good care of yourself first, you know?” He scolded me but I simply smirked without saying a word.. “I heard about what happened to Kristen.. is he okay?” Warren shoved his hands into his pocket as he followed me around like a gentleman.. His two piece Armani suit made him look like a Greek god and that gummy smile too was why he'd ladies Fanning him.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Aaron tries to joke, masking his overwhelming relief when he realizes that Laurel has not connected him to the young man who killed her father years ago. Of course Aaron's past and present looks were different. Aaron, who used to be skinny from using drugs and alcohol, was a heavy smoker, inconsiderate of ear piercing and hair dyed bright yellow. Physically, it is very difficult to connect the current self with the irresponsible young man from the past. However, Aaron decided to take the risk one more time to see Laurel's reaction. Carefully he said, “You can call me Aaron if you want… my family calls me that.”

His gaze lifted, and he arched one brow when he saw me. Aaron was my father’s personal secretary and head of security. He was in his late thirties, always dressed in crisp black, and eerily calm. The women in the household often whispered about how attractive he was, blushing at the mere thought of him glancing their way. Honestly, I didn’t see what they saw. Sure, he was good-looking, but I didn’t find him attractive. I found him terrifying. If Richard was a dangerous psychopath, then Aaron was a trained killer.