Aidan Gallagher 2020 Novels & Stories

‘You’ve never had a girlfriend! ‘Nope.’ ‘But you’ve kissed people in public!’ ‘So?’ ‘So you’d publicly kiss someone who isn’t your partner?’ ‘Totally, what about you?’ ‘What do you think?’ `You've had one but you’re waiting till marriage?' I roll my eyes, ‘no Elian, fuck you.’ He bursts out laughing, ‘you’re adorable Aiden.’ ‘How old are you?’ ’24.’ I glare at him, ‘I’m older than you!’

"Caden Gallen, Kaiya Wilson, Gretchen Everton ....and finally…." I wondered who else could qualify to be here and then I got the shock of my life. "Maeve Edgar."

“Okay, but if you don’t tell me what you are, that means nothing to me.” Mr Patrick frowned and asked, “Have you not spoken to your mate? I think you need to.” “We’ve been busy.” And then her cheeks coloured because she remembered they all knew what she had been busy doing. “I’m Fae, Ava,” Mr Patrick said. She still didn’t know what that was. “You won’t find any mention of us in the books in your library because Oskar Hansson eradicated most of us when he first formed the Council. Ask Ezekiel to explain.”

Pressed her hands flat against the glass. Her phone buzzed. Penking: It’s done. Aiden escaped but his people are scattered. Coming home. She stared at the message. Her hands shook. She’d just agreed to kill him. And in four days, she’d have to decide if she actually would.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Secondly, as you may have heard we lost Allison Wade, a much loved pack member, to this war, we are hoping to retrieve her body and give her the send off she deserves, that being said, if anyone has any information they think may be relevant, please come to my office immediately after we conclude tonight's meeting." She nods towards Darius and he escorts the potential Alpha's from the stage, the entire crowd, which had been muttering after her previous announcements falls silent, watching Flame as she once again, faces the crowd. "Our final bit of business this evening is to reinstate Cain Harding in his rightful place as co-Alpha." She smiles at me, offering her hand out for me to join her

she whispered sadly into the now empty room. On the other side, Adam is clearly stunned to hear his voice on the phone. Aria didn't tell him much about their personal affairs. She only mentioned about what he did on the last day in Green Bay and what forced her to run away from there. Based on those few things, Adam imagined a good-for-nothing rich playboy, living off of his parent's money. But the maturity and authority in his voice today are forcing Adam to think. 'Is there something else I should know? Did I just touched the tip of the iceberg and came to conclusions. Did I just heard his last name correctly? Aiden Knight? Is he really the Aiden Knight? I should go and find out' Adam deci

Jade too looks at Adryan with an enquiring face. "I, I- uh managed to see a picture of you, yes, that's what I was talking about" Adeena instantly replies, Jade knew that she was lying for she wasn't a good liar, and she was stuttering while making up excuses. She thought she might let the lie go for now. "Well, I'm Adeena. Adeena Mayflower. Adryan's childhood friend." Adeena introduces herself formally, with her hands raised in the air for a handshake. "Hi Adeena, it's nice to meet you" Jade places her hands in Adeena's outstretched ones, in a handshake.

His touches spark a fiery passion within me, erasing my aversion and discomfort over time. Now, I challenge myself not to feel the tremor racing down my spine at placing my skin against another skin, especially a fragile, scarred one. I hold her unaffected hand in both of mine, managing a smile up at her face. I doubt she can see me. "Hello, Mrs. Gallagher," I say; "it's a pleasure finally meeting you." Although she wasn't married to Aiden's father, I deliberately addressed her as 'Mrs'. This is the first time I am learning about Aiden's maternal family surname, the name he had been addressed by during his childhood before he joined the Mendes family.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.