Aidan Gallagher Abs Novels & Stories

"I'm not surprised you aren't aware of her existence. You only care about us and the girls your screw" I stretch out my empty glass shot at Gray for a refill as I acknowledge Aiden. "And do you have a picture of this 'Abigail' ?" Aiden chuckled as if I'd asked him one of the stupidest questions. "Of course I do. Just a sec" Pulling out his phone, I watch as Aiden scrolls through his gallery. My attention returs to Gray as he hands over a filled glass back to me. "Found it!" Aiden yells, bursting out with laughter like a maniac.

the woman said with a small chuckle. Thomas laughed softly too. "Okay I understand, be careful and like I will find it difficult to contact you, because you will be serving in one of the remote areas on the border with Jordan." "Of course, Dad is careful there too." "All right, I'll miss you. Get on the plane." The lady disconnects the call first. She then got up from the iron chair, but before taking a step while pulling her suitcase, she opened her passport first. Megan Charoline Guietto. That's the name written.

It made me want to retch again, but for a very different reason. He looked… god, he looked unreal. I had almost never seen Aiden dressed so casually. His black athletic shorts clung to his thighs, strong and tanned and corded with lean muscle. A matching black sleeveless tank sat perfectly on his torso, the fabric clinging to his abdomen in all the right places. His arms, carved like they belonged in some kind of mythological fresco, flexed each time he poured lemonade. His black hair was messily slicked back, like he’d run his hands through it out of frustration—or maybe sweat.

Aidan whispered, sweeping his fingers along my jaw and that’s when the memories of the past two days flooded my senses and I collapsed on the bed with a gasp. “What time is it?” I ask, stretching my legs under the cover. “Around one A.M” I blink up at the ceiling and realize that Aidan hadn’t woken me up, but the tightness coiling in my lower abdomen had. I clutch my belly and squeeze. “Dahlia…Are you okay?” Fuck, the room is getting hot too. I kick the covers away from my legs and roll onto my stomach, trying to do everything to escape the pain. “Dahlia.” Aidan’s voice is frantic and filled with so much panic I start to get scared for my own self.

my stomach churns as i cross to the window yanking the curtains open. outside the city hums.Normal.completely oblivious to the fact that somewhere online my life is spiraling into headlines and hashtags. I pull open the door and to walk in the hall, Aiden steps inside from his room casual as if he has not just set the internet on fire.his hair is slightly damp from the shower his shirt loose and his sleeves rolled.Calm. Controlled.the same mask he wore last night in the car.

Aiden POV Thalia’s body is perfect. I know she has scars and I don’t care. Having my hands on her hips, feeling how they fit in my arms so fucking perfectly, it was amazing. Her breasts, those brown nipples, Goddess, I’m having to use a lot of restraint. Her nipples look like chocolate kisses waiting to be sucked on. Don’t get me started on how perfect her ass looks. I am forcing myself to take baby steps.

He wore a bathrobe, but so casually that it hung open at the collar, giving me an eyeful of his chiseled chest beneath. "Finished breakfast?" he asked. I quickly averted my gaze. "Just now." Damn! Talk about an unfair comparison! Living under the same roof, I was just finishing breakfast at 9 AM while Aiden had already completed his morning swim and workout! No wonder his body was so perfect while I couldn't even manage to get abs! I was such a weakling! Aiden nodded slightly, raising his hand to towel-dry his hair with the edge of his robe. The movement caused his robe to ride up, exposing his upper body almost completely. I got a clear view of those eight-pack abs. God, I wanted to touch t

He must really have a thing for black. Aiden, standing at an imposing 6’3”, is the embodiment of a rebellious bad boy. His silver platinum hair is styled in a messy, carefree manner, with strands falling over his forehead in a way that seems intentionally undone. His piercing gray eyes are filled with mischief and intrigue, framed by thick lashes that make his gaze impossible to look away from. His sharp jawline, slightly hollow cheeks, and perfectly arched brows give him an edgy and striking appearance. Aiden’s tattoos snake up his neck and arms. Aiden wore a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos, paired with slim-fit black trousers and leather boots. He w

Second chance mates were as rare as the chances of an asteroid destroying the sun. “Drama Queen,” Aidan commented. After picking up all the pillows and throwing them carelessly on the bed, Aidan gathered the blankets and added them to the pile. Then he went into bathroom, spent thirty minutes under a cold shower, and another thirty for grooming. He stepped out patting his hair with a white towel, without a care that his nakedness was on display. There wasn’t a single part of him to be ashamed of, and such was his confidence. Aidan dressed himself with denim jeans, a shirt, a leather jacket, and motorcycle boots. He wore all black and it suited him. From the opened top drawer of the nightstan

Camp Dredfort's gymnasium smells like leather, steel, sweat and determination. Everything about this place is sharp and focused—much like the woman walking toward me. Abigail Winchester moves with the kind of grace that makes you forget she could probably break your wrist without breaking a sweat. She’s wearing sleek black leggings and a fitted tank that somehow manages to make combat readiness look runway chic. Her caramel skin glows even in the cold gym lighting, and her glossy dark curls are pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail.