Aiden Norwood Book Novels & Stories

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE Aidan’s POV The sound of the front door opening broke through the quiet of the house. I looked up from the book in my hands, frowning. It was well past midnight. The rain had been falling for hours, drumming against the tall windows. I shut the book and rose from the armchair. My bare feet made no sound on the floor as I stepped out of my room and leaned over the railing. Below, in the dim light of the chandelier, stood Nolan, soaked to the bone. Water dripped from his coat and pooled at his feet. And in his arms…

Leaving Aiden reeling in pain and burdened with not only a position he didn’t wish for, but a truck load of rumors biting at his heels. He must have been nearly crushed by the weight of all that. I will make sure Adrienne answers for everything she’s done. Laying the picture aside, I unpack the other things from the box. A book of love poems, the first page inscribed with the message, I know how often you’re in the dog house. Memorize a few of these, they’re as good as a get out of jail free card. It was obviously a gift from Aiden to his brother, who’d done a lot of sowing of his wild oats from what I heard.

You need to see Aiden all this while, he looks like an abandoned puppy. I gave birth the following day after so many efforts and it's a boy. " His name is RONIN." Stallone said carrying little Aiden. ❤️ THE END ❤️ Hey you. Thank you for reading this book. I Know this book is barely edited, I'll try to edit it to make it better. Thank you for reading again.

Spoke quietly into his phone. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Melina went back to her book. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Tried to go back to her book. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But she could hear the tension in Aiden's voice. Could see the way his shoulders had gone rigid. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> He ended the call. Came back to the table. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Although I don't know his past but with the way he hid away from his parents, I knew his life back home was not very normal as well. Aiden’s gaze flickered to me, something unreadable passing through his eyes. “That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try,” he replied. Macmillan sighed, finally closing his book with a soft thud. “This isn’t about trying, Aiden. This is about survival.” “And I am surviving,” Aiden insisted, sitting up properly now. “I’ve been careful. Nothing has gone wrong.” Orlando stepped closer, his shadow falling over Aiden where he sat on the bed.

**AKIRA (whispering)** "What if I hurt someone next time?" **AIDEN** "Then you’ll learn faster. I’ll help you." She looked up at him. He meant it. Back then—he really did. **** POV: Aiden St. Clair. Aiden sat alone on the rotting step of the cabin’s porch, boots in the dirt, elbows resting on his knees. The woods around him were still, save for the occasional whisper of leaves in the wind. The fire inside had burned low, casting a faint orange flicker through the slats in the wall. Somewhere inside, **Enid** and **Mr. Lark** were speaking in low tones, planning, scheming.

The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. No wonder, he was so smart, thought Maddie, when he had and read such great book collections. Leaving the bookshelf, Maddie moved to a couch right across Andrew's bed and sat down on it, and then she fetched her phone from her pocket and started to type a text message to send to Audrey. "Hey, back from work yet?" she hit the send button after typing, and then looked up from her phone to admire Andrew who looked so cute with his solemn expression as he read.

He's so prideful and hates Omegas. Thank the moon goddess. I exhaled like I’d just survived a war. Dropping my bag, I pressed a palm to my chest, letting the relief wash— Click. The door swung open behind me. Heavy footsteps at first, my body froze. When I turned, my breath actually stopped. Aiden stood there, leaning against the doorframe like a magazine model, dark hair messy in the most disrespectful way, eyes narrowed with annoyance. “Now we’re here,” he said quietly.

Cole asked, unable to shake off the thought of the locked door in his apartment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know,” Aiden replied. Despite his seemingly nonchalant demeanor, he handled the worn paperback with great care as he returned it to the box. “I just know this story so well that reading it feels less like reading and more like… visiting old friends.” Cole couldn’t help but find his words and actions adorable. It served as a reminder that Aiden was a human being, not a puzzle she needed to solve within a limited timeframe.

Lexi I had a great lunch with Aiden the other day. He isn’t so bad when he isn’t being an ass. And the book was the sweetest thing. I have been reading it everyday trying to get a grasp on my new world. I think Aiden wrote it himself and that makes it even sweeter. And the way he broke everything down makes learning all this so much easier. Which is great since I am meeting Luther’s pack today. I’m nervous as hell. Thankfully Luther is driving me there. I doubt I would find the place on my own. It is hidden deep in the woods. Closer to Iron Mountain than Gwinn.