Aiden Norwood Book Novels & Stories

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">

Sophia fell silent, Aiden's cold face confirmed everything. It's useless, it's useless to light the way for someone who prefers to walk in the dark. Life is a choice and what Aiden is doing right now is a choice he has made. "Hah... why is the story getting more exciting? Dammit, I can't stop reading it!" Aiden muttered who had unknowingly reached chapter 40. Even though he was annoyed, he still read it and for some reason, he felt attracted to Sophia's character. Aiden's childhood friend, the main character who takes care of Aiden's biological parents who live impoverished and sick near the city sewers.

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.

That approach didn’t seem ideal for starting such a conversation. Finally, Aiden entered the room, his damp hair sleek and raven-colored, a few droplets of water tantalizingly clinging to his neck and shoulders. He wore nothing but his preferred sexy billionaire pants, which Cole found quite appealing as they accentuated some of his best features. He blushed slightly when he noticed what she was reading. “I didn’t realize I’d left that out,” he remarked. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a sci-fi enthusiast,” Cole replied. “My father was,” Aiden said as he climbed into bed beside her, gently taking the book from her hands. “This was one of his favorites.”

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.

Chapter 124- Trouble Nora’s POV I had hardly managed to get back into the communal room, my muscles aching and shaking with fatigue from my time in the kitchen and my nerves on edge with Axel, when Aiden’s shadow appeared in the doorway. My heart sank at once. I recognized that voice, that glare in his eyes — the same eyes that could turn you into ice with a single glare. “Nora,” he said slowly, syllable by syllable. “What were you doing in Axel’s room just now?”

The wind howled like a wild animal as thick snowflakes whipped across the windshield. Dora pushed her glasses up her nose for the fifth time, peering anxiously at the GPS that had stopped working miles ago. At twenty years old, with messy dark curls, oversized hoodies, and a backpack stuffed with books, she looked exactly like what she was — a shy, nerdy college girl who spent more time in libraries than outside. Aiden, twenty-five and effortlessly hot, kept one strong hand on the steering wheel. His broad shoulders and sharp jawline stood out even in the dim light. He had always been the confident one — the adventurous photographer who dragged Dora out of her comfort zone.