Novel & Cerita Aiden Norwood

I repeated as I wiped off the tears from my eyes "You should understand one thing Nora, Aiden is the future CEO of Ingrid group of companies. He is going to take over from me after I retire, there's absolutely no way that he would settle with someone like you. You are not in the same class, Aiden needs to marry someone befitting of him and the position so they can take the company to greater heights" Gloria explained

I couldn’t bear the pain of my mate's rejection. I was too weak for that. Adrian scoffed. “Let’s get this over and done with,” he said instead. “I, Aiden Reynolds, Alpha of Riverstone pack— I sniffled. “Aiden please…” “I reject you Nora Howard, as my fated mate,” Aiden said in one rushed breath. In that instant, my world turned upside down. Pain, mixed with agony sliced through my chest like molten lava. The fated mate bond stretched between us, twisting and pulling.

EIGHTEEN Aiden touched down in Sydney at four in the afternoon. Busting, he took a painful piss in the terminal toilets and then downed his meds with a cup of coffee from the Gloria Jean’s stand. He switched the sim card in his phone, a task that should have been simple but proved otherwise due to the trembling of his hands. He fiddled with the chip, noticing he’d bitten his nails down to the quick on the long, overpriced flight. “Get in there you—”

I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it might break through them. It was late afternoon. My father and my brother, Jeffery, were on base for a training exercise. The house was supposed to be empty except for me. But Jeffery had called two hours earlier to say Aiden was coming. He explained that his best friend had finally gotten leave after eight months on deployment and needed a place to stay before heading home to see his family. I'd been a complete mess ever since. Aiden King was six-foot-three, toned and bronzed. My brother's best friend ever since they enlisted in the Navy six years ago. Eight years older than me. Completely out of reach. An

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 1: Partners . Aiden Morales was known to be a top student in more ways than one. He had straight As, was great at sports, could do just about anything and had good looks to top it off. He was just about perfect. But even with all of these great achievements, he had a flaw—though he would never admit it as one. Aiden Morales had no friends, not a single one.

She had already pulled the relevant coverage and organized it by outlet and timestamp, which was Jade operating at her baseline, which was exceptional. Aiden Norman. Standing outside what appeared to be a modest apartment block in a part of the city that was not where he used to live and would not have been where he chose to live seven months ago. Plain jacket. No tie. Hair slightly less composed than his usual presentation. Carrying a grocery bag from an ordinary supermarket with the particular self-consciousness of someone who knew they were being photographed and was trying to look like they didn't know they were being photographed. The caption read: Sources close to Norman say the former

Aiden was around 5'9", just two inches shorter than him. That would be perfect when they hug each other. He had a slim build which complimented his attractive personality. Aiden scrunched his nose as he intensely concentrated on his work, and Noah's heart skipped a beat because Aiden looked so cute. Aiden ran his hands through his golden locks, and Noah wished it would be his hands doing that. Aiden looked like a typical nerd, a sexy one at that. His sexy nerd. Noah was distracted when he heard a ping on his phone. It was a message from Jay. ' Have you settled in my room?' 'Not your room anymore.' Noah replied.

“Famous last words.” Aaron walked out into the night sky and took a deep breath. A thousand stars twinkled above him. Even though he could no longer see most of them, he knew they were there. He remembered them from long ago, from the small village of Killarney, Ireland. He remembered a girl with long red hair and sparkling green eyes, one he’d kissed beneath these same stars, one he’d promised to love forever. Since he’d last held her in his arms, he had seen many unexplainable, wondrous things. He’d witnessed historical events and met legendary individuals. He was part of a team of people who protected mankind against a terrifying enemy they didn’t even know existed. Just like the stars, e

Aidan was already standing in front of his black Ford-150, yeah…I’ve memorized the names of all of his cars since last year. He was dressed in a dark blue long-sleeve t-shirt that hugged his muscular figure, black jeans, and very expensive Nikes that one of his female admirers got for him ahead of his birthday. His golden blond hair was slicked back, and not even a strand escaped. He always had this aura about him that made him so intimidating if he wasn't smiling, this time, however, he seemed to be fighting back a smile and I believe I hated that more than him frowning.

Halfway through rushing to change into his swim trunks, the words of the reporter on the television hit him like a bolt, and he grabbed the remote, clicking record like he had back home anytime something about this aired. "Felicita Morales, the widow of Trinidad Morales gave birth today to a baby girl, Trini Morales, named after the father she'll never get to meet. Trinidad, who lost his life just over a month ago in the ring after a blow to the head during a fight that burst an aneurism in his brain, was only twenty-two when the tragedy occurred."