Aiden Norwood Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I nearly lost my life too, but I survived and my brothers raised me for three years before I left for university. Aiden is the oldest, he's 31, a full-time surgeon at a private hospital, he's tall, muscly, intimidating, and high class. With brown hair and grey eyes he looks like he’d break you in a second, he's cold towards most people but not with me or my brothers and especially not his wife. Aiden is married to an amazing woman Tamara and they live in Manchester, where I was raised.

Clara “Say something please.” He asked and I turned my attention to him in the mirror for a moment before scanning outside again, I couldn't say this if I was looking at him. I wasn't that brave. I closed my eyes and pretended I was talking to Matt. “I was fourteen when I first figured out what the army really did. I don't know if that makes me innocent or sheltered but its true. I figured then that this was what I wanted to do. Nothing else had seemed even remotely appealing and I liked the idea of protecting people, of making a difference, of maybe helping us get back to a life worth living.”

The mansion was unusually quiet that afternoon. The kind of heavy silence that made every small sound feel amplified, the distant ticking of a clock, the soft rustle of pages, the occasional creak of old wood settling. Aiden sat curled up on one side of the long sofa in the living room, a book open in his hands. Reading had always been his escape whenever his thoughts became too heavy, too loud. The words on the page helped him disappear for a while, even if just for a few minutes.