Aiden Norwood Novels & Stories

It has been almost one month since Miracle came into their life. The days between the three of them went semi-normal and full of bliss. Semi-normal because Aiden kept on buying random things for Miracle which she didn’t need for now. He says, “I want to advance buying. What if she instantly became a teenager?” And all Nimueh could do is to sigh and understand how stupid the surgeon was when he became nervous about his daughter. When it comes to Miracle, Aiden wasn’t himself. Not to mention, along with his two friends everything wasn’t a normal day for her.

Aiden doesn’t have full access until he turns 25, but his father can cut him off from other inheritance. The rest of my shift is uneventful and we lock up before I go home to shower. I text Nova to see how Adia is holding up and tell them that I love them and am very thankful that they are in my life. Adia is hanging in there but feels like Aiden is ashamed of her. He’s not. He’s ashamed of how narrow minded his family can be…his father would insult Adia calling her “the help” or “maid” and telling Aiden that it’s ok to fuck the maid, but you don’t take the relationship seriously. I know he’s done that shit before, But Aiden isn’t a 16 year old boy caught with a girl he met “on the wrong si

he said, striding towards the entrance. Ryder, Aiden's cousin, was a vision of chiseled perfection. His dark hair was styled in a messy, effortless manner, framing his sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through to the soul. His broad shoulders and athletic build were evident even under his tailored shirt, a testament to his dedication to his work as a gym instructor. A small tattoo of a Greek omega symbol adorned his left bicep, adding a touch of ruggedness to his otherwise polished demeanor.

Noah nodded his head. "My uncle is a bad person. He caught a lot of people ah no, but everyone in Arica city. Xeva and I managed to escape and we want to find something that can beat my uncle to free them all." Noah clenched his fists when he said that. He really wanted to kill his crazy uncle. "Arica City? Your uncle caught everyone there and locked him up? Was your uncle Amrodan?" asked the old man in surprise. Noah was also surprised, "How do you know?" he asked curiously.

Being eager to cut down poverty’s web, and curious to know who her true father is; she took up the challenge of visiting the western city of Cape town, where her journey of love and lust begins after meeting the twins brothers known as the Shaws. Aiden A handsome young man, known for his lovely lifestyle and a well-known celebrity. He was the first young actor to win and award of the world best actor of the year. He is the elder twin and sometimes behaves like the young; in fact one won’t be able to differentiate between him and brother due to their facial resemblance, but their character will tell. Aiden is known to be a bit flirtatious, but many still love him that way. Despite that, he wa

I turn to the exit, but Aiden's on his knees, clutching my ankle before I can even blink. "Please." He raises his eyes to me. "I don't have anywhere else to go. My aunt helped me escape the Royal army back in Carodia. I'm a runaway slave of Moon Wood. They want my head on a pike. I owed her this one time, but never again." Shoving my ankle out of his hold, I crouch to his height. "Moon Grove has no room for crooks." Aiden sobs. I see this hard-wired hulk of a man break down in front of me. He's begging me like he's gravely desperate for a new life.

"But then we had worked together to make sure we were close to home. I decided to set up a branch company here in New York while Layla sort for transfer. I guess fate had other things in store." I could hear the sadness laced with his words. "What happened?" Aiden took in a long breath. "Mom and Dad passed." Dropped like a bomb. "Dad died at the battle of Gnodes and shortly after, I guess Mom couldn't live without him as she joined him." The sadness in his voice, laced with the way his shoulder slouched, I did the very first thing that came to my mind. I sat up and wrapped my arms around him as it was the only form of comfort I could offer him.

I settled into the chair across from them, watching my father wipe carefully at his eyes, something both vulnerable and genuinely peaceful in his expression despite the obvious emotion he'd been processing. "How's Aiden," my father asked, his voice steadier now though genuine concern remained evident. "Settling in," I said, exhaustion evident in my own tired voice. "The healers confirmed his malnutrition requires careful, gradual treatment, but nothing indicating permanent physical damage. His psychological trauma will likely require considerably longer, more patient healing." "Poor child," my mother said, genuine sympathy evident in her expression. "Eight years old, witnessing something no

Aiden. Her old college professor, her mentor throughout her undergraduate and graduate degrees at Columbia, Aiden was the one man she trusted and respected more than any man in the world. He was also the one man she considered to be her true father. The most venerated professor of antiquities and esoteric studies at Columbia, the shining star of the archaeological faculty, Aiden was the greatest scholar they’d ever had. If Caitlin ever encountered any rare book or piece of history or antiquity that left her stumped, Aiden was the one she could call. He always had an answer for everything.

Nathan said, resting his forehead against my own “you will forever be my pride and glory, the one thing that I would forever be proud of” I didn’t say anything as I looked at my husband, staring deep into his blue eyes, feeling mesmerized by them. Nathan kissed my forehead, knowing that no words needed to be said before he pulled away to drive again “do you want us to spend the night out? The two of us would be having a lot to deal with when we’re back anyway, might as well find it in ourselves to spend some time alone before we’ve gotten into an unknown war”