Agent Aubrey Bones Novels & Stories

Destination: unknown subterranean level. When the chute finally spat me out, I didn't roll blindly like some panicked civilian. I executed a perfect combat breakfall. I absorbed the bone – jarring impact against the cold, damp concrete with the heavy muscle of my back and shoulders. I slid to a halt, instantly rolling up onto one knee. My hands were raised in a defensive guard, my eyes scanning the pitch – black void. I was in the Abyss.

I nodded, allowing her to speak. “Do I also have to keep pretending to be your secretary?” “Why?” Nathan asked, beating me to it. “Is it not fun?” She smirked at him. “Fun? I’ve never done any paperwork as tedious as the one I’ve done for Logan in my entire life of working.” “You can’t be serious!” Jeremy blurted out. Aubrey smiled, revealing her perfect dentition. “The only paperwork I do is to report my case and scribble on the investigation board. I mostly do field work.”

Chapter 57 "I thought I saw a ghost earlier, you said you weren't coming in?" Lanie asked. Annaliza had the same reaction, so I didn't know how to tell the truth. Aubree thought for a moment. "I was bored at home, so I decided to come in. That's why I'm here, but I'll be going home early. I just stopped by." I said, but my friends' faces were still doubtful. Whatever. "Your shining armor isn't in his office. I know you're here because of Boss Ryker Matt Sullivaño. Don't deny it, Aubree. One of these days, we'll just hear that you're getting married without inviting us." Lorna said.

– Lionel Suggs. Aurora’s alarm was set for early dusk of the morning. As tradition compels, * the royal and guardian bloodline train together to ensure seamless locomotion* when defending the system. Olamide Obong sent an internal message to all his children: Kingsley, Ini, Ismael, Aurora and Eya through his bloodline. The bloodline possesses gifts varying across its generation. Amidst Olamide’s children, Aurora possessed the most, across several generation. She possessed the gift of teleportation and the ability to read emotions even when disguised, which came as a result of her mother being of royal blood. A major bone of contention in which the royal court fought against her parent’s enta

She looked a bit out of breath. “Of course not, honey. Mr. Ashfield and Mr. Bason, this is my daughter Aubrey.” Rown Nelson introduced her. “Hello!” Aubrey smiled. “I might be his daughter, but I am completely aware of the ins and outs of this business, so do not underestimate my skills.” “My daughter might not look like a tough cookie, but she sure knows how to run a business.” Rowan Nelson proudly praised her daughter. She might look like a fragile lady, but she is certainly a tough lady.

Rean shouted. Aubrey quickly held Rean back and said politely, “It’s not our leader’s fault. He only sensed unusual dark energy here and didn’t expect the situation to be this bad. But...” She paused for a moment before continuing, “But we can’t disobey our leader’s orders. So, we hope you will help us, Mr. Adrian.” Adrian studied Aubrey. In the moonlight, she seemed to be bathed in a silver glow. Her face was beautiful, yet as calm as still water.

She smiles. “I don’t blame you,” I chuckle. The conversation seemed to flow easily after that. It was strange because, again, we were out of work and seemed to be getting along. It was all a little strange. “I am heading for the sauna. See you Monday, Gabe,” Aubrey announces. “I think I will join if that is alright?” I suggest. Aubrey nods and smiles before climbing out. I stole a glance of her ass, which looked good, even better in the light. When did I become such a damn perv?

She knocks on the door and it opens a moment later. Bridgette is in her mid-forties. She’s bottle blonde and has had way too much plastic surgery. Her lips are unnaturally plump, and her eyes look pinched from either a facelift gone wrong or a hell of a lot of Botox. Either way, the results are not pleasing to the eye. “It’s about time you got here,” she sneers. She looks me up and down and grimaces. “What’s he doing here?” “Gage is my…” Aubrey doesn’t seem to know how to answer.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

With everything running through her mind, backing down no longer felt like an option. “Bitch, go and do everything I assigned to you and stop acting like Alpha Maverick is going to save you,” Aubrey sneered. “Just because he showed you a little attention earlier doesn’t mean it’ll last forever. Besides, you’re the daughter of a traitor and you’ll always remain the daughter of a traitor.” She asserted and the words sliced deeper than Aubrey probably intended. Aurora scoffed before deliberately brushing her shoulder against Aubrey’s as she walked past her.