Aries Jones Novels & Stories

What happens when you spend a night with a billionaire who paid you off to save your boyfriend’s mother, only for him to call you a loose woman, then the only family you had turning their back on you after hearing you spent a night with a billionaire, and you ended up on the street, homeless and pregnant? What happens when the man who bought your innocence like a transaction is the same man whose family destroyed everything you were supposed to have, your parents, your future, the life that was stolen from you before you were old enough to understand what theft looked like? Rose Jones didn’t know she was walking into a war when she walked through Alex Christopher’s gate. She only knew she had nowhere else to go. But some doors, once opened, reveal rooms that were always meant for you. And some debts are paid not in money, but in truth. THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET NIGHT is a story about sacrifice, survival, secrets buried for seventeen years, and a love that was never supposed to happen but was always, quietly, inevitable.

On the eve of our wedding, Mabel Jones' first love, Carter Hayes, has shredded my custom-ordered suit that's worth a million dollars. The waistband of my pants has torn open, causing the pants to fall off my body. As such, I endhttps://gn.activitycms.com/hwyc-admin/bookManager/book/edit?bookId=31001354896# up humiliating myself in front of the wedding guests. Carter is still holding a pair of scissors as he looks at me innocently. "I'm so sorry, Aiden. I must have ruined your pants because I used a little more force than needed. You won't blame me for what happened, right?" Mabel rushes over and snatches the scissors away from Carter. She tells him, "Why should Aiden blame you? You offered to cut the loose thread out of the kindness of your heart. If anything, he's to be blamed for tearing the pants from how fat he is!" As I continue to lift the pants, I just watch Mabel and Carter interact with each other in a lovey-dovey manner. Now that my suit is ruined, it's time for me to wake up from my fantasy.

I was Alpha Damian Jones' fated mate. At the mating ceremony, he had made a Blood Moon vow in front of my pack. He had claimed that I, Eva Lopez, would be his one and only Luna in this lifetime. It had been the happiest moment in my life. Seven years had passed since then, and yet I was still a virgin—an untouched Luna who had yet to be marked by her Alpha. Still, I was willing to live my life like this. But not long ago, Damian returned from the battlefield with a she-wolf by his side. She was Chloe Lane, the daughter of the Bloodfang pack's Alpha. He told me that she was here as a guest and that I should take good care of her. I treated Chloe like a little sister of mine and took great care of her. That was, until I decided to visit her with a glass of warm milk one night. When I reached her room, I heard suppressed, breathless moans coming from inside the room. Next, I heard Damian's husky voice. "Why are you crying?" he asked. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"

Melissa Jones was rapidly turning into a lady, her womanly features were as pronounced and a sharp cheekbone. One week to her eighteenth birthday,her transformation day,her father broke the news of marrying her off to a powerful alpha from another clan. In a bid to avoid getting married,she runs away and runs into the clan of an egocentric alpha,a ruthless alpha and a very attractive one at that. Sensing danger,she tried to leave but he gave her a condition. Either she stays at his clan as a watch nanny over an ancient beast that has been their hostage for over a long period of time and gets her freedom within a month or she remains in his clan as a captive forever. Angry and ready to tear him down,she speaks harshly to him and he lets her go away. She returns home only to get the news that her suitor would be arriving the next day. What happens when she finds out her suitor is no other person than the alpha she spoke rudely to? What happens when the alpha keeps it in mind to bully and teach his sharp mouthed wife a lesson.

“One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” Henry asked calmly. It was my thirtieth birthday. The deadline of the promise he made beside my dying mother’s bed. But that day, he needed to take his pregnant sister-in-law to her prenatal appointment. “She’s carrying my late brother’s only child,” he said. “Why are you fighting her for this?” I wasn’t fighting for a date. I was fighting for the last shred of dignity in a fifteen-year love. The girl who once meant everything to him Had slowly become the unreasonable one. The sister-in-law who used to disgust him Had somehow become the one he needed to protect. So I smiled and said, “Fine.” And I left. Three days later, I turned thirty without him. That was the day Henry Jones began to regret it. Because soon he would learn— The baby wasn’t his brother’s. The betrayal didn’t start with me. And the woman he chose to hurt… was the only one who ever stood by him. But by then—I was already gone. And this time,He would be the one begging.

A Series Of Stepfamily Novellas Book 1: My Mother's New Husband Is My First Love Book 2: Accidently Pregnant by My Step-Uncle A one night stand is supposed to be that, one night. One night of passion. One night of pleasure. One night of letting go of right or wrong. It is an exciting encounter that comes with no strings attached and once you're done, that's it, you move on, and you act like it never happened. At least, that is how it is supposed to go, but when Gianna Jones has one because of a bet with her friends things don't quite go as planned. But Gianna's world is turned upside down after her mother remarries and she is introduced to her new step-uncle. Her new step-uncle is none other than the man she had her one night stand with AND he is the CEO of her new modeling agency. Now he is everywhere Gianna turns and with him comes the memories of that night. Will Gianna and her step-uncle be able to resist the draw and tension between them or will they fall into a pit of taboo and sin? Read Accidently Pregnant By My Step-Uncle to find out!

Ashton Grey tried to get over his ex-girlfriend, Layla Jones that left him five years ago. While Ashley White tried to forget her boyfriend of five years that broke up with her and was about to marry her nemesis in a week. Fated to meet at a bar, the two ended up having a one night stand. The next day, Ashton offered Ashley to marry him in an attempt to move on from his ex, and Ashley accepted his proposal to take revenge on her ex-boyfriend. However, their happy marriage went downhill when Layla suddenly returned and demanded Ashton's love again. Ashton ended up feeling confused and didn't know who he should choose between the two. But the universe made a choice for him. Ashley was taken away from Ashton in such a horrible way and he almost went insane, blaming himself for what happened to her. Years later, he finally decided to move on and be with Layla. But a woman who was a perfect resemble of Ashley appeared in his life. Everything was similar except for one, her name. She was Astrid Young. Could Ashton somehow resist the temptation of Astrid when she behaved exactly like how he remembered Ashley?

“I want nothing to do wi…” she swallowed hard as he turned to her. The heated look in his eyes was enough to make her resolve fly out of the window. “You were saying?” His voice felt like a wisp caressing her body. “Huh?” Serena was sure that the heater had been turned up another notch as she struggled to remember what she intended to say. *********** Serena Jones was married to her emotionally abusive, prim, and proper college sweetheart. Living a boring life as the "perfect" housewife supportive of her husband and his habit, though she was frustrated with the lack of passion in their home. Frustrated while conforming to the standard set for her by her mother and mother-in-law, she met Kincaid Aslanov. Kincaid Aslanov is the current head of the Aslanov clan, a gun-dealing and influential family. Betrayed by his aide and fatally wounded, he met the dutiful Serena, whom his brother coerced to take care of him. She was a temptation he couldn't resist. He was the danger she should never have known. This story is the perfect example of how powerfully opposites attract. Will Serena give in to her inner fire and grab on to the opportunity to come alive? Partake in the amazing, plot-twisting journey of our protagonist to find out.

When Selena Sloane takes her assistant, Preston Jones, to the hospital in order to get his lower back checked out, her 18-year-old self is in the middle of making out with me while having me pinned against the wall. "Darling, how is it that you smell so good and your kisses are still this amazing despite being 30 years old? Oh, I love you so much, darling! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why isn't she here to pick you up after work?" I push Young Selena off me sadly. That's when I happen to meet the 30-year-old Selena's icy gaze. "You already have a mistress of your own, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me, hmm? Zack Holt, you really are pathetic." As I watch the older Selena supporting Preston and walking away, the younger Selena starts kicking up a fuss in my arms once again. "That idiot! How dare she speak to my darling so arrogantly? Why, I might as well kill myself right now so that she'll disappear from this world as well!"

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.