Aiden Pierce Author Novels & Stories

a while back you would know Aiden as the boy Kai that Mack adopted. I changed the name. and have done so in both stories, so any future readers won't get confused. again. thank you for reading and for following the book //Sal

Abstinence from them is thoroughly advice. ____________________ Aidan Pierce sat with legs curled up, and both head and face in between his kneels all alone in this somewhat like dark room. Raising is head up, a lot of tears could be seen on it. Soberly he stood up heading out of the room but touching the switch that result in brightness lighting the room. Pictures and frames of an unknown guy and Evan Tate is plastered throughout the wall, on the floor are roses and more roses. It weird or not surprising there’s a gun still lying beside this certain blurry frame……..

She slaps Aiden on the back of his head as she passes him, I laugh fuck I love this family, Authors note I hope you're enjoying Zoe, and Aidens story thank you so much for reading my novel please feel free to leave some feedback 💕

“I am writing a story for Rebecca William. She is going to tell the truth about Aiden and the kind of man he is. He’s not just a successful businessman but he’s a user” “You’re writing a story to defame my husband?” She asked, her voice rising octaves higher Jeanine remembered seeing Rebecca on the front cover of vogue magazine and boy, she was drop dead gorgeous. She never heard about her little moment with Aiden, not that she could keep up with all the women he had been with anyway. Aaron worked with a small publishing company, he never published gossip columns and his reasons were something along the lines of being morally upright. “Why are you doing this?” She demanded through gritted te

About the Author Nethaniah Miesha (Author's pen name) is an eighteen year old college student who's been fond of written literature and novels since her childhood. Even though she's been a fan of writing stories, she couldn't find the motivation to finish a story until 'What is Love?'. She believes that her writing has a purpose and that she's writing for a reason.

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

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

As usual, Noah picked up the call in a single ring. " You called up so soon," Noah remarked. " Yeah, lucky me," Aiden agreed. " How was your meeting with the editor?" " He seemed too much interested in publishing my book," Noah said proudly. " Of course, he would be. You are the best," Aiden said in delight. " I could earn a great deal with this contract. My offer to elope from here is still open. Even if you don't have a job, I will look after you forever."

It smears under my fingertip, dark amber, the exact shade that stayed under my nails after my first kill at seventeen. I set the paper down. Close my eyes. Aiden is there. Not the one who locked me out. Not the one who read my journal with frost edging his voice. The Aiden from before. The one who found me shaking after that first kill and said nothing. Just sat. Let me cry into his shoulder until the shaking stopped. He would carry this. If the orders went through, if the pups detonated inside his walls, he would count every body. He would name them. He would never sleep again.

I was so close to laughing at the universe for its twisted sense of humor. “Mr. Pierce here will make sure you feel safe wherever you are.” Aiden continued with a little too much smugness. “He’s the best. Exactly like I told you, probably even better and Good at what he does.” Oh, I knew he was good at what he did. Very good. I bit down a smile that threatened to form on my lips, because right now was definitely not the time to recall flashes of how good his hand felt or how well our bodies would fit perfectly together.