Aiden Monroe Novels & Stories

It wasn’t hard to tell that apologies wasn't one of Justin's strong suits. “It’s alright man, I understand. My brother was a dickhead. But damn! You pack a mean punch.” Aiden said as he flexed his jaw. “Are you an MMA fighter or something?” He chuckled, before stretching an arm out to Justin. “Aiden Jameson,” he said, introducing himself. “Justin Mount,” Justin replied, taking Aiden’s hand in a quick handshake.

I asked, letting my irritation show. He merely met my gaze with a smirk and stepped closer. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced," he said, his voice low, husky, and surprisingly gentle. He stretched out his hand, offering a handshake. Really? After the stunt he pulled this morning, he expected a polite introduction? He was really a jerk. Absolutely not. My brain did the logic. "I'm Aiden... Aiden Moon," he said with an easy confidence, the kind that showed his name actually carried weight. "Son of Alpha Toran," he added. You could literally hear the pride in his voice when he mentioned his father.

Dante said proudly, as though introducing his greatest treasure, “meet Aiden Cross.” Her lips parted slightly. The name rang familiar—of course it did. Aiden Cross wasn’t just any actor. He was the actor. The nation’s golden boy. The man whose movies sold out within hours, whose smile graced every billboard, whose interviews trended for days. He was untouchable, dazzling, the kind of star people didn’t dare to imagine meeting in person. And he was standing there, smiling directly at her. “It’s an honor,” Aiden said smoothly, his gaze never leaving hers.

The man smiled gently. “Hello, Aiden.” Zara’s blood ran cold. Because she recognized him immediately from the Harbor files. Andrew Mercer. The future president of the United States. Mercer looked almost disappointed. “This became messier than I hoped.” Zara pulled Aiden behind her. “Stay back.” Mercer ignored her completely. His attention stayed on Aiden. “You look just like Henry did at your age.” Aiden pressed closer against Zara. Mercer sighed softly. “You’re frightening him.”

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.”

“He saw me and took me to his place. I was far too broken and tired to make any sense at that moment and if I wasn’t safe back at my own home, what difference would it have made if I wasn’t safe with a stranger? He made me feel alive, if only a bit, and I found myself looking forward to when Elijah left to see his mistress for me to be with him. We never did anything more than kiss, and that happened in a heated moment which I stopped. But I leaned into his safety and the security that I felt, I would just lay in his arms for hours and forget that anything was real, I would forget about Kai, Elijah, the family, the pack, everything. Then Elijah found out,” A sob broke from her lips and her h

I avoid letting him witness my emotional breakdown; crying in his presence is something I'm determined not to do. Turning away, I begin to walk, but something holds me back, and I choose to speak instead of facing him directly. "Williams, understand this clearly—Aira will never be your daughter. As she grows up, I'll tell her that Dean is her father. You'll remain dead to me, and no matter your attempts, my love for you will never be rekindled. I erred in marrying a beast, but now, I'm uniting with a prince charming who knows how to love and care—the kind of man I want for my daughter."

He said. Aiden is actually Amelia's twin brother and is also gay. He works as a retailer in Dior. He is good son to Morty, Aiden always give his father money despite his fathers protest. "Why would say that you're my boyfriend?" I asked him. "I thought that he would leave you alone. I don't know. But probably because he doesn't deserve you and I don't want to see you hurt." He explained. "Anyways I'm going to work. You should probably go get ready to the orphanage. Call me If you need anything." He said. He got up and left.

Aiden said. "I am doing very well. I just called to let you know I will not be coming over this weekend. We have a shoot in Canada. I just signed a contract with a new agency," Monica said on the call. "Congratulations, my love," Aiden said as he entered his office. "How is our baby doing?" Monica asked. "It is a boy. We will see him in six months," Aiden replied. "Hmm, I wanted a girl," Monica whined. "Well, I can't do much about that," Aiden said sitting behind his desk.

Adriana laughed out, “Yes, it’s indeed suitable for your cousin. He looked like someone who had a weak kidney.” Aidan is good-looking and has white skin. However, because he had a baby face, he looked younger than his actual age. He loved to smile and looked like some teenage boy. Adriana was just joking about his weak kidney. Objectively speaking, Aidan is a tall and handsome man, very much like gentle male actors in a TV drama. Aidan raised his hand and hit the back of her head, “How can you talk about your boss like this? It’s okay if Mona jokes about this, but how can you also join her?”