Aemond X Oc Novels & Stories

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

Heath scanned the documents before him and questioned, "Eamon, you're not trying to tell me that Aurora is Olivia, are you?" "Isn't it obvious?" Eamon retorted, having thoroughly investigated Dominic Ashcroft's background. "This renowned Dominic Ashcroft is the sole male heir of the Ashcroft family, which originated from the mafia. Though they've gone legitimate now, Dominic Ashcroft indeed commands his own squad, a force with combat capabilities comparable to mercenaries! And within this squad—" Eamon pointed to a photograph on the table. Beside Dominic stood a girl with a face identical to Aurora's, only her expression was colder, her gaze sharper. He coldly stated, "This ace assassin unde

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

“Aemond dared me to eat seven macarons.” “Seven?” I gaped. “They were tiny,” Aemond said as he approached, shameless and laughing. He was a picture of rebellion in black and silver, a cigarette tucked behind one ear. “Besides, the kid won.” Sebastian chuckled low beside me. “That’s because Aemond bet against him. He wanted to lose.” “I love losing money to this one,” Aemond said, ruffling Tobias’s hair. “He’s got more guts than I did at his age.”