Aiden Theodore Novels & Stories

she gave a small smile. “I can’t believe it,” he admitted, staying rooted to the spot. “Well, believe it,” Cain told him before whining was heard. “Mommy, can I come out now? The car is too hot,” Aiden whined. “Sorry baby,” Calypso giggled before letting him out. Samantha and Jordan’s eyes widened for what felt like the millionth time that afternoon. “Is he really yours?” Jordan asked. “Yeah! His name is Aiden Henson,” Calypso replied.

His deep voice echoed in the desolate prison room. “Mmmh Aidan, meaning fiercy one.” Tess pondered on his name. “ I looked into a lot of names while naming my first son, I should have picked Aidan, he grew up to be a fiercy one.” Tess clicked her tongue and shuddered at the thought of Luuk bullying her whenever she had a cheat day which was literally everyday. Aidan gazed at her calmly. “You have a child?” “Yes, two actually, they are twins.”

My focus was on finding Aiden. Mr. Logan called upstairs. “Theo! Come down here for a moment.” A minute later, Theo came bounding down the stairs. He was a lanky boy, about Aiden’s age, with messy brown hair and a friendly smile. “Hi, Mr. Anderson,” Theo said cheerfully. “Hi, Theo,” I said, trying to sound calm. “Have you seen Aiden today?” Theo nodded immediately. “Yeah, he came over this afternoon. We played video games for a bit. But he left before 7. Said he needed to get home before your curfew.”

He didn't like this at all, he didn't like it one bit and he so desperately wished there was some other way. Elder Theodore was surprisingly waiting quietly, his eyes on Aiden as he watched a tear slip from the young man's eyes. Aiden had been through a lot and Elder Theodore felt so much pity for him. This was why he was willing to spare some more time even when he thought it was best to leave immediately. "What about. . ." Aiden swallowed deeply, having nothing to say but wanting to speak "What about Adelia?"

“Aiden helped me see that I have been fucking up more the longer I beat myself up rather than finding a way to get them back” “Who is Aiden?” I ask. He chuckles “Aiden is my housemate and the third member of the Three Musketeers. Cade and I met in kindergarten then we met Aiden in high school during one of my first gigs. We have almost been torn apart twice, but so far our friendship has always prevailed.” He pauses in wiping the counter. “You should come to The Nightingale Cafe tonight, you can see me play and I’ll introduce you to Aiden. I will warn you he can be a bit much, but most of the best people are.”

I started to crave some kind of reaction from him. His name was Aiden, A Mechanical Engineering student, who was quiet and nonchalant. Totally unaware of the effect he had on people, and apparently not giving a single fuck either. I learned quickly he didn’t go out much, didn’t hook up with girls on campus, and kept to himself.

Again. Aiden Abbott is not going to break me.

"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.

After some minutes, Soheila already had her clothes on and sat beside Theodore who was just reading a book again. “What are you reading?” Theodore looked at Soheila and stared at her face before answering, “Nothing, just random stuff.” He waved his hand and the book was gone. “By the way, what's your full name?” Soheila asked. Theodore smirked and wrapped his arms around Soheila's slim waist. ”Theodore Aziel Villin.” Soheila looked at him. “Villain? That is your surname? Villain?” Theodore shook his head slightly and said, “Villin not Villain. There's no 'a' in my surname.”

‘I’m sorry I was so awkward earlier’ Aiden signs after quarter of his beer’s gone, ‘I’m not very good with people. Understatement of the century, ‘You don’t say? I haven’t really noticed.’ His cheeks redden, ‘there is no need for sarcasm.’ I chuckle; who knew 26 year olds could be so cute? ‘My brother is the same; he doesn’t really talk to people only my sister and another kid Josh.’ ‘How old is your sister?’ ‘Eight.’ ‘Twins?’ ‘Yeah. What about you? Do you have siblings?’ ‘No. it’s just me.’