Aphmau And Aaron Novels & Stories

Amara’s beaming at me, filling me in on some more details when Aaron slinks out from the nearest ward and awkwardly approaches us, scratching the back of his head. “Amara, could I speak to Vanessa for a second, please?” he asks, his cheeks flushed with the lightest shade of red. Amara looks at him with a knowing smirk, which only causes his blush to deepen. “Of course. I’ll be in my office,” she says, her voice like a song and she saunters off, leaving Aaron watching her as she leaves. When he gets a bit too distracted, I clear my throat and his head whips around. He looks embarrassed and I have to bite my lip to keep from chuckling. “You had something you wanted to talk to me about?”

I said and offered him a smile. We met Aaron at the movie theater parking lot, just as promised. I blushed when I saw him leaned against his car. He was wearing a plaid shirt with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his arm tattoos, paired with black jeans. His green eyes sparkled under the streetlights. He looked damn good. Because why wouldn't he? I rolled my eyes. "Hey," he saw us and smiled. Calm down, heart, I scolded it in my mind. "Let's go in," Damien said.

___________________________________ Paul is chatting with his girlfriend "I don't know, if you reject even I will not listen to you. I am coming and i will spend the time with you in camp. All your time in camp will be only for me neither sister and brother " His Girlfriend messaged. "Okay princess, let's enjoy this trip" ______________________________________ Aaron removes his earphone from bag and connects to its phone then he looks at hope. Hope sadly looking out through the window. He tap her in shoulder "Yes?" She looks at him

“Aaron is just as mopey as always. Maybe a little bit more.” I raised my eyebrows. “Aaron isn’t mopey. He’s probably one of the funniest, happiest wolves I know.” Jason started laughing. “Aaron? As in future alpha of Blue Moon, Aaron?” “Um, yeah…. Your best friend, Aaron…” “Nope. Definitely not the same person you are talking about. My Aaron hasn’t laughed or smiled much since his mom and Allison passed.” “He told me about that. What a crazy story.”

She appeared to be tying up her conversation, so Ward returned his attention to Aaron. “Who are the Americans?” he asked, thinking maybe Christian, who was still standing nearby, though not appearing to eavesdrop on their conversation, might be able to help. “Two Hunters, Morris and Christian out of Philly,” Ward replied, glancing up from the scrap of paper. Aaron wondered what the chances were that, out of over a hundred individuals, the bizarre Guardian standing next to him would happen to be on the same team. Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.”

Then I sat and continued the conversation with him as we rarely got the chance to talk all the time. "I'm proud to have a son like you Gio and I love you," I commended him. "Thank you dad,I love you too." He replied with a smile. That felt odd, but I like it. "I'd like us to have a conversation but you have to turn off the speakers and cameras so that our voices won't be recorded," I informed him and he went straight to work. While he was working, I went through the camera that was connected to Amara's room and I saw her coiled up on the floor. She was in serious pain as I watched her hold onto her stomach.

He grunted from the combination of his wounds and my father’s alpha command. “Submit, pup. You’re nothing but a child.” “I’m—” “Submit!” Father roared. Shane dropped to his knees but kept his eyes on my father. He reached over and gripped my hand in his. I squeezed his back as my father walked closer. “Didn’t I tell you, Daddy? I was right! She has a boyfriend and I had a suspicion he’s been visiting her in her room,” Ava said.

Amara is Kayden's mate and his pack is one of the strongest and the largest pack here in America, I don't think anyone would dare to execute his mate just because she's a witch. "Your son isn't a werewolf right?" I asked Kayden causing him to stop drinking his beer. If his son is a werewolf and a witch at the same time, then that makes his son a hybrid which means the hybrid prophecy is true and that might be the reason why the witches are back. "No, Amara did a spell to know if our son has a werewolf but he doesn't have any which means he's a pure witch." Kayden replied to me, "I just hope our second son is a werewolf this time," he added.

she said, chin high. Another voice joined. “I do.” An older man pushed through the crowd, glasses perched on a crooked nose, hands ink-stained and callused. Eamon, the old scholar. The man who taught Noah to read his first words. “I’ve seen the man you’ve become,” Eamon said. “Your mother would’ve been proud. And I stand with you now.” Then the voices came like a flood. “I do.” “You have my claws.” “For the Luna!” Then came Rakesh.

"But I didn’t know what else to think. I was... confused." Olivia looked at him, her eyes filled with pain. "Confused? About me?" "Yes," Asher said quietly, his shoulders sagging. "I wasn’t sure if you were the one. When we got intimate, I was under the influence of a strong Aphrodisiac. I didn’t even want a mate that time. It all happened so fast, I didn’t know if you were really my mate or if it was due to the drug. And I was knocked out for two days. By the time I came searching for you, it was too late."