Aiden Pierce Author Novels & Stories

Nobody needs to know you exist. With a quiet sigh, Aiden went back to his bed, lay down, and covered himself with the thick blanket. The fabric felt heavy, almost protective, like it could shield him from the chaos downstairs. He picked up the novel again and continued flipping through the pages, but his mind wasn’t on the book he was reading. It was far away on a certain person.

He sent a message about it, but after the last encounter and the events that followed, I chose to ignore him. I slipped Aiden off and grabbed his first. Comments were left on each page. Compensation changed from a commission to a base fee and commission. His involvement added in certain areas, I can’t decide if any of these were good, so I tuck it away and grab his. My fingers tremble against the brief covers. The material is soft and freshly printed, and the smell is evident. I push the first page, and the title causes a stir. It’s us. No Dean Construction listed in a small fonts or Smith Industries. Harper isn’t here in the title. It’s Aiden Smith and Layla Dean.

She tucked herself in her big blanket and laid her head on the soft pillow, it only took few seconds for sleep to overtake her. Meanwhile in Aiden’s room, he was wearing his black trousers and nothing more. His broad arms moved as he lifted the cigarette to his lips, taking a deep drew. His chair was facing the large window in his room, his eyes roamed the view of the city. His phone buzzed and he placed it in his ear. “Get to work”. His deep voice echoed in the room as he threw the phone onto the bed, the thick smoke from the cigarette escaped his thin lips at his eyes darkened.

Mr Jayson said and left the place. Aiden turned to look at the bed which looked very comfy, with a blanket. Aside from his phone that was taken away from him, he kept every other thing that was his. He saw a white book with the Holy Bible boldly written on it. He walked towards the bed and picked it up. He had never used a bible before and didn't know where to find Romans. He checked the first page and found the index. He used that to find the scripture and he read it. 'For I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us'

I'm going to start working on rewriting Reid's book first. Just like book one (A Broken Alpha), Reid's book is in desperate need of some serious work. Follow me on my f a c e b o o k author page for updates on Harris's book, and the rewrite on Reid's book. It's under my pen name, Abigail Phillips, the profile picture is A Broken Alpha's cover. Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love

Adam muttered to himself. Aiden chuckled when he heard that comment. "Ya, I am the Aiden Knight. Sit down" he pointed to a chair opposite his desk. After looking and confirming that Aria's Aiden is the Aiden Knight, Adam's anger dissapeared completely. Aiden is very well respected in the business world. As an assistant to a bussinessman himself, Adam know how popular and Famous Aiden is. He was known to raise to stardom with his own intelligence and hardwork at a young age. Adam too read a lot of articles about Aiden, he too respect the man.

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.

AUTHOR POV Aiden, a werewolf, Liam's beta, who had been in love with his enemy for a while now. He couldn't deny the fact that he had just betrayed his pack by sleeping with the enemy. The enemy, Max, had eyes that were so tempting and alluring.

Aiden was the one with a aura of cheerfulness while am an intimidating one. Her friend was the one who cleared and greeted with a sly smile and blushing at Aiden. Aiden is getting laid. "I'm Aiden Pearce and this my friend Liam Knight!" He introduced us smiling brightly. As she shook hands with me it fitted like a lost piece of a missing puzzle. Her hand was soft and delicate. She must be 5'0 or something. She is so small as she reached just below at my chest. I held her small hand in my large ones . I don't want to let go of her hand and I wanted to held it for a long time.

“Yes. She wants me to write an article on ‘Nevaeh’s Dresser’ and its tradition of bringing haute couture to the masses.” Aiden glanced over at her and she saw something in his gaze that she couldn’t define. But it caused a chill to run down her spine. “That sounds right up your alley.” She realized she’d touched a nerve from his past. The past that had shaped him and driven him to become the man he was today. She knew that he didn’t think the masses benefited from ‘Nevaeh’s Dresser’ coming into their small towns. Maybe her article would change his mind. “I don’t know how it’ll turn out. I’ve never written anything other than press releases before… I hope I won’t make a fool out of myself…”