Agent Aubrey Bones Novels & Stories

Aubrey knows no matter how much she tries he will come. #Vote#

Cyrus leaned down, his cold breath brushing my ear as he threatened, "You refuse to apologize, huh? Then you'll go hungry and thirsty until you admit your fault." Beside him, Sophia clapped her hands and laughed. "Alpha Cyrus, don't waste your breath. If she's not dying, she can endure it." With that, they turned and left. The cabin door slammed shut behind them, and they locked me in. Wolfsbane spread through my veins, turning my skin a faint purple. As my consciousness blurred, only one thought remained—I'd make Cyrus and Sophia bleed for this.

He's going to have to get in line. "Bone, glad you're up brother." Austin approaches him first. He looks small, frail in his bed, with wires and tubes going in and out. It's no surprise that Bone's a drinker but seeing him look so weak in his bed lets me know just how bad it's gotten. Abby hasn't mentioned anything, but I know they have been fighting more and more lately. "Prez. Tell me you got something on those fucks." "Gettin' there. Torque is working double time."

The food looks incredible, and I realize just how hungry I am. "So how long have you two known each other?" Mr Raven looks impassively from Aubrey to me. Holy shit! The power of speech has deserted me. How I'm I supposed to answer that when we are not together at all. Aubrey puts her hand around my arm. "A whole year," she says smoothly. "We met when Abel came to Audition for my agency." At least there is one truthful thing in that sentence. That I auditioned for her agency. "We should share this exciting news with our guests today and celebrate," Mrs. Raven suggests. And before we can respond, the sound we hear loud clicking of heels from behind. Mr. Raven's smile widens as he looks up.

she asked nervously, scared that he would say no. Matteo’s lips curved, slow and certain. "Sure we are friends now so we would definitely hang out together " . . . . . . . . . Across the city, Aubrey wiped her forehead with the back of her hand as she straightened the bed sheets in one of the mansion’s many rooms. Her new job wasn’t easy, but it paid better than anything she’d ever had before. The mansion’s owner, a sophisticated businesswoman, barely made appearances, and the work mostly involved keeping the estate spotless.

I trusted those two with my life and the first thing they thought of doing was grasp a giant machete and stab me right in my back. Aubrey showed up to my inauguration dressed to the nines, looking as beautiful as ever. She hugged me and congratulated me, told me how proud she was of me and how she couldn’t wait for all of the adventure that came with having all the money in the world. Those were her exact words. And to think all of that time he was converting Lucas??

Her skin is already cold. Grief hits like a landslide, twisted with bitter vindication. I was right about something I desperately wanted to be wrong about. "I tried to warn you," I whisper to his corpse. "Knox." I spin around, claws extending. Aubrey stands in the doorway, her face already streaked with tears. "What are you doing here?" Suspicion floods my chest. Her gaze falls on my parents and she lets out a broken sob. "No... not Grace." She stumbles forward, falling to her knees beside my mother's body. "She gave me her ring. Called me daughter."

She said, The wooden door clicked open and Aubrey came down in a light blue dress matching her blue eyes that belonged to mom. She had inherited blue eyes, while I had inherited brown from dad. She looked at me and Alice. I came on my knees to be face to face with her. "You look beautiful." I told her pushing her stray piece hair behind her ear. She smiled. I hugged her tight. The doorbell rang and Alice opened the door. It was James. "Ready to go?" He asked Alice. Alice nodded. I grabbed Aubrey's hand and we walked out of the door into the car.

Preston replied, eyes half-closed. Audrey bit her lower lip, clearly disgusted. “Hmph, the A7 neuro-agent was originally developed by Miss Q as a breakthrough psychiatric drug, but these people abused it until it became practically a torture serum. It’s sickening! Only Jules has the channels to get that stuff. Just wait—I swear I’ll find out who’s behind this!” Preston suddenly spoke. “Then who got me out?” “Of course it was Skye!” Preston stared at the needle mark on the back of his hand, his expression clouded with quiet sorrow.