Novel & Cerita Aiden Norwood

AIDEN PATRICKSON IS the most aggravating human being alive. He has a strong mother and two strong sisters and he still can't get over the realization that a woman can possibly play football. I sink back against the couch cushions when the door closes behind his amazing ass. Today's practice wore me out physically and emotionally. Aiden showing up with dinner doesn't help. Aiden might be fucking gorgeous but he's also a class "A" dick.

Aiden even introduced her to her Hollywood idol, a woman Ashley had always admired, when ever she watched her movies. The awards ceremony began. Aiden was up for nomination of man of the year. Ashley felt a twist in her stomach, her breathing increased, as she awaited the results. She really hoped Aiden won the nomination,and just like a dream she heard it. 'Aiden McCurdy, has won the nomination for man of the year. Ashley clapped and screamed at the top of her voice, as Aiden made his way to the stage. The speech he gave was so heart felt, causing most of the audience to shed tears of joy. As he made his way back to their table, she threw her arms around him, congratulating him again and ag

What would a regular worker be like? “Yeah, he’s in charge of AIDEX here in Ashwood.” “So Aiden has people doing everything for him,” she muttered, and Jaden chuckled. “He doesn’t like being tied down, so he lets them manage and only intervenes when necessary. But AIDEX is the top security company thanks to his management.” Luna nodded. If someone had told her years ago that Aiden would build such a successful institution, she would have laughed. Even his dad, Paul Orion, would have taken it as a joke.

But once he married Joanna, if she was agreeable to it, he would like to hire more staff. He fetched his hat and coat and left his bedchamber. Brodie had gone ahead it seemed, but Aiden was waiting for him in the hall by the front door. Aiden was the youngest, and he was both quieter and less boisterous than Brodie. He had suffered most at the hands of their abusive father, and with the man only recently in his grave, Aiden was still quietnot quite sullen, but more melancholic.

Nora requested, staring at Aiden from the corner of her left eye. Aiden leaned back in his chair, a smile spreading across his face. "Alright, I've got a good one," he said, setting down his fork. Nora sat upright, getting her ears ready to hear what Aiden had to say. "When I was a kid, I was obsessed with dinosaurs. I would collect every toy dinosaur I could get my hands on. But one day, I took it too far. I decided to dig a hole in the backyard, pretending it was a dinosaur dig site. Well, I kept digging and digging, and before I knew it, I had dug a hole so big that I couldn't get out of it."

A voice broke through the tension. “Dad, can we go home now? I don’t like this place.” I froze, my gaze snapping to the boy standing at my side, Aiden, My son. I wasn't going to let Kelly see him so easily, but it seems like Aiden had other plans. He was a teenager now, standing there with a clear sense of discomfort, his gaze darting between me and Kelly, as if he could feel the heaviness of the situation. He tugged at my sleeve again, impatient, clearly ready to leave.

"I know that I am one of the lucky ones and you have heard some of the horror stories, but without that program, I wouldn't have Aiden and I wouldn't have found Harry." "What's going to happen once Aiden reaches 5?" "Aiden will go into Delta Warrior Training, but he won't stay in site. He'll come home." "And any daughters you may have?" "We would get them tested, but we'd try to make sure that they were bought by decent men if possible and if we were unable to do that, we wouldn't put them into the program." I nodded as I wrote all this down. "What would you do if your daughter came back and said she'd been hurt, raped or beaten? Would you take her back in?"

For a little while there was no second bond. No fathers. No syndicate. No fear. Only this. Only him. Only them. Then a phone rang. Aidan cursed under his breath and ignored it. The ringing stopped. He kissed down her collarbone. Her own phone started vibrating on the bedside table. Neither moved. Then she glanced sideways. The screen glowed bright in the dark room. MR SMITH

"Anderson Logistics. Liam Anderson. Aiden's father." Eden stared at her blankly. "Am I the only one who thinks this is a disaster waiting to happen?" Her friend sighed as she scooped Aiden up and threw him in the air. "More!" He chuckled and screamed and clapped his hands. Eden laughed, shaking her head at the two of them. 'More', was now his favourite word, recently learned from one of the kiddy programs on TV he loved so much. Anything Aiden wanted, began with 'more'; more food, more play, more toys.

He understood that for Aiden, leaving an heir was not just a family responsibility—it was his way of taking revenge on fate. "I understand. I will get on it immediately. Actually, within our executive databases and the charitable foundations we sponsor, I have always maintained records of individuals with exceptional IQs and backgrounds who are currently facing financial crises. I will begin the screening process tonight." When Nolan departed, the room succumbed once again to a terrifying silence. Aiden clenched his fists, feeling physical agony intertwine with the profound loneliness of his soul. He stood up, walked slowly to the glass cabinet, and poured another glass of strong liquor, dra