Aiden Theodore Novels & Stories

Aiden looked up, "Promise you won't be angry?" "Yes, good boy," Raven answered softly. Aiden hesitantly said slowly, "I don't have a father." Raven, "...."

She immensely realized her mistake and tried to divert the subject. Isleen is born on a beautiful autumn morning. I sob while holding her to my chest, mourning the fact that her father did not care enough to be present at this moment. Astrid howls in my mind, her pain mingling with mine. Isleen gazes up with wide blue eyes. I give her a watery smile and kiss her forehead. ~~~ Caius becomes a father figure in Isleen’s life, and one of my good friends. He never fails to be a part of the events in Isleen’s life, like her birthdays or the day she learnt to walk or began to talk.

-Do you know who Azael is? He looks at me with a terrified face. -Azael Grimm? The new? - I'm not quite sure it's called that, but I nod my head because there aren't many people named Azael in this country. So much less in high school. What's more, I think there is only one person in the world named like that and that is him. -What's the matter with him? - He's the one who bumped into us on the day of the dance, Jason- I say bluntly.

I really needed to see the good side. "Yes, I know just the couple." The Alpha took me out of the pack house and over to a small little cottage about a mile or so away from the main house. It even had a perfect little white picket she knew Tessa-Lee. "Peter Rich, Lindon Coal" Both of Aiden's parents looked angry at the sound of his name. "And Von Tray." Again, they were both angry and Aiden's mother looked sick again. "So, Kate would like to talk to a couple who care for each other and I thought of you two, if that's okay?" "Would you like to talk to Luna Kate?" Aiden's father asked his mother.

I sighed as I put on my sun glasses and revised, before taking to the roads. Is thistthe part where i introduhce myself? I guess... Hi, my name is Theodore, Theodore Adams, I'm 26 years old, I work in a remodeling organization called MRC which is located at the coast side of Bene town, Konan City, A City that has a mixture of everything you'd never expect, from the good and quiet neighborhood like Beverly hills in US to a party like city like Las Vegas, That's Limpopo AKA the forgotten zone. You see, this City is broken down into three towns, One for the rich, the middle class and for the poor people. The forgotten zone is kind of the worst place you'd ever want to raise a child in, it's not

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 could hear it even from where I lay. “Mr. Kingston,” the man said. “Finally, we speak.” Aiden frowned. “Who is this?” “Theodore Rondolf.” Aiden sat up instantly. “You—” “Don’t bother with threats,” Theodore continued smoothly. “I just called to tell you something simple. I’m going to take everything from you. Especially that thing that matters most to you.” Silence. Then Aiden’s voice dropped. “If you come anywhere near my wife—” Theodore chuckled darkly. “Ah, so she does matter most. Good to know. Thanks for the enlightenment.”

It was "Aiden" Aiden? Edward said, his voice a low rumble of confusion. Who is that? Aiden Hendrix. Realization dawned on the couple as they processed who Aliya was talking about. Aiden Hendrix, a name that resonated with both familiarity and a growing sense of dread.

“As his godfather, I have a right to an opinion.” “You’re not his godfather,” Tharion interjected. “Of course I am!” “His name will be Aiden,” I interjected with a smile and a firm voice. “You can be his godfather, Krimson, but his name is chosen by me and Tharion, who are his parents.” “Ah… that’s so unfair,” Krimson complained like a child, but then smiled. “Let’s toast to little Aiden, may he have a long life and good health.”

Brodie replied without giving much away. “The boys need names. I feel awful not having done it yet. Not to mention they already look three months old. If anyone happens to see us and asks, it’s going to be very odd that they haven’t got names. I was thinking of Theo for the eldest of the two and Aiden for the youngest. It means little fire, and he has your eyes. It seems fitting somehow.” I knew I was rambling, but everything still seemed unsettled. The names, Brodie and I, Marcus, even Jackson and Mikkel. None of us had managed to settle a single thing, or get our shit together at all.