Aresia Dc Novels & Stories

Cole’s POV. The business card felt heavy in my pocket, burning against my thigh like a brand. Dr. Elias Aris. Psychiatry & Trauma Specialist. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the master bedroom, staring out at the dark, sprawling grounds of the estate. The moon was hidden behind a thick bank of clouds, leaving the gardens in shadow. It felt fitting. A heavy, suffocating grey had settled over this house, and I seemed to be the only one trying to hold back the storm.

What the fuck was wrong with him. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. At the other side of town, aurora just finished her rounds in the hospital and walked back into the changing room. Tiredness was written all over her face and the only thing she wanted to do now was just lay on her bed and sleep. “Oh, you are here. I was looking for you” Danny walked into the room and she had Aura’s phone with her, “ your phone has been ringing non stop so I came looking for you” “Thank you” Aurora mouthed and collected the phone to see four missed calls from a certain someone.

Magda called Darya while Ares was in his office dealing with an issue which had brought Jake to the door. She was curled up on the bench seat in the library, once again wrapped up in Ares bathrobe. They had showered together, deliberately taking their time soaping each other up. She had begged Ares to make love to her but he had said the shower was foreplay and he wanted her panting and hungry by the time they hit the beach. Unfortunately, while they had been drying off between hot kisses in preparation for their planned beach excursion, Jake had come to the house. He had wanted to talk to Ares regarding an urgent matter. Ares had told her she could come with them but she opted to sit in the

Asteria squealed, her hips swaying as she practically rushed across the room toward Ares. What the hell does she think she's playing at? I thought, my jaw locking so tight it ached. Her disgusting, opportunistic nature was impossible for her to hide, even for an hour. "There is absolutely no need for that, thank you," Ares said, his voice dropping into a freezing, razor-sharp register. I could feel the rigid tension radiating off his body; he was completely repulsed by her sudden invasion of his personal space.

Is it worrying that Nisya isn't part of the care? Drt Arsya's phone vibrates again, a reply from Hendra re-enters. Hendra: why do you suddenly care about my sister? Arsya fell silent, trying to understand herself. Arsya sighs in frustration, putting her phone back without replying to the last message from Hendra.

Doctor David felt his head spinning erratically. The two of them hurriedly walked a distance of ten meters. Exhaustion, pain, discomfort, and the urge to faint were fought back. After Ares reached his car—coincidentally, he had brought a large, modified vehicle—he immediately opened the sliding side door. He carefully placed Keyara on the sideways-facing sofa seat, laying her down. Doctor David and Berry got in and sat on the remaining seats. Ares closed the car door, got into the driver's seat, and started the car, leaving the location.

Something felt off before the session even started. Aria stood in the center of the room again. It was the same space with the same controlled pressure and the same silence as before. But this time her body did not settle into the environment. It resisted the feeling instead. The resistance was not outward and it was not visible to anyone watching. But inside her something was pushing back against the process. Darius noticed the change immediately. He said that she was distracted. Aria did not respond to his comment. She rolled her shoulders slightly because she was trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. She said that she was fine even though she knew it was not completely true.

A shawl rested across her shoulders, and Dorcas, ever attentive, kept a hand near her chair, ready to steady her if she needed it. Ares sat beside his mother, his usual composure clipped and quiet. He looked like a man who’d gone through too much and didn’t trust the quiet that followed. His bandaged hand rested near his glass of juice. Tessa sat across from him, her eyes flicking between Lady Bianca and the kids, her presence steady. Ayisha was next to her, trying to keep a calm smile for the kids.

Ares directs his question to Asher who sits in a corner quietly, nursing a bottle of alcohol. Asher had been quiet and withdrawn ever since Dorothea confirmed that Derek wasn’t going to make it. “I don’t have an idea on how to deal with Liana for now.” He answers weakly. “Ares, Asher and I should be on our way now. It’s already so late.” I say standing and walking to where Asher sits. “Oh, right. I shouldn’t keep you waiting. Let’s try to get some sleep, hopefully we’ll find a solution to this problem.” I appreciate Ares’ positivity in this very dark moment.