Aidan Peterson Novels & Stories

“Yeah, but if the Tulsa team has already approached this guy several times, and he doesn’t want to join them, why would he go with us now?” “I don’t know,” Aaron replied, pushing the door open. “She asked us to try, so we’ll try.” He got out of the car and headed into the establishment, hoping to get this over with rather quickly. It only took him a moment to find the man he was looking for. At six-two and well over two hundred pounds, an unruly mop of dark hair on his head, he was certain the guy in the back with the pool stick in his hand, his mouth running, and a crowd of onlookers surrounding him must be Elliott Sanderson.

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.

Aiden commented, shoving his hands in his pockets as we walked. There was a hint of remorse in his voice. I glanced, seeing how his gaze trailed the ground. No doubt thinking about what he had left behind in Montana. “Are you ready to go back home?” I asked. “You know what, I think I am,” Aiden replied, sounding full of optimism. “I’m not going back broken ... I’m going back whole. The pack didn’t need a damaged Alpha. But I’ve finally laid my ghosts to rest. Jen and I are mates now. She accepted me just like that. I don't deserve it, but she said she loves me, no matter what. She’s a robust woman who knows her heart, just like her daughter.”

“And I do not aim for that to change for as long as I live, neonata.” “I aim for you to be with me until our last breaths. As you are the angel that was sent to me to pull me out of the depth of darkness that I knew. Something that I am going to forever be thankful for,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss her neck. I let my lips linger there on her sweet spot for a second too long before I leaned toward her earlobe. “I am in love with you, Lea Auditore. Deeply, utterly, and obsessively fucking in love with you, my gorgeous neonata…”

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

After I got it, I stared at the unfamiliar yet unknown number and then picked it up. “Hello,” came the muffled voice of a man accompanied by heavy breathing. “Hello?” I beaded my brows at the voice. It sounded familiar. “Good day, Am I speaking with Emerald Rodriguez? I am Aidan Wesley,” he introduced and my heart skipped a bit, HOW DID AIDAN GET THROUGH THIS NUMBER?!

Aidan has just knocked Rumo out. “Do you know him?” I turn to Sylas. “He plays hockey at my college.” “He does.” Sylas says with a small smile. “What I’m asking is if you know him personally.” I don’t respond to that. When I turn back to the ring, Aidan is smiling and lifting his hands in a gesture that encourages the crowd to cheer louder. “How long has he been doing this?” “Maybe you should ask him yourself.”

out of habit, I started flipping the page till my eyes caught the rules, with my sharp eyes are scanned down the rules, till my eyes drop down below #15 : Avoid Adrian Peterson, like a plague. What the hell is this?

3 lifted himself up and exited the glass capsule and faced me. "Wow!" I uttered in disbelief. Now, Aiden 2.3 was standing before me while looking at my eyes lifelessly. "Hey, my name is Aiden 2.3, the only grandson of Alberto Gomez of Gomez Robotics." I am more than amazed when I heard him say those words. He really looks exactly like the real Aiden but with no emotions. I tried to touch his right cheek and to my surprise, I suddenly felt ashamed of my own skin because his skin is as soft as a cotton. He must be using expensive skin care.