Aris Jones Novels & Stories

The man before me stands around 6'2", and is grossly overweight with his stomach peeking out of the bottom of his grease-stained olive green shirt, and judging by the smell and look of his teeth, he could use a few lessons in proper hygiene. Once he's finished taking me in, his demeanor changes. He stands up straighter, pulling his shoulders back, and then tries sucking his gut in. "Something that I can help you with boy?" He asks, his voice now carrying a flirty edge to it, which causes disgust to rip through my entire body at the human that Amaris and Axel were placed with. "Sir," I say with a nod, "I'm looking for Amaris Redding. Is she here?" At the mention of her name, his eyes narrow a

"Do you think you would've recognized him if you saw him?" Ara shook her head. "I'm unsure. Why am I here? This is clearly a psychiatric intensive-care unit. Am I mad? Have I hurt anyone?" Karee finally met her eye. "For your own good I think it's best I speak with your family first. Can you help me contact them?" "Sure," Ara replied. "BRAN, she's not well," Karee Deusdado said to Bran Quejado, her former university classmate in college who is a detective now. He's the top agent of the team deployed to raid the Hildred's human trafficking.

“But I thought you didn’t want to be involved in the field?” “Yes, but just this once. That’s why I need your assistance.” Silence. Jason eventually nods, his shoulder starting to relax. “Very well.” He shifts his head toward one of the women in the room. She moves over to us at a snap of his fingers. She is petite but with a toned physique, and she’s wearing a short, black, shiny wig to hide her hair. “This is the Huntress, the one who spoke with you earlier,” he says. “Her name is Ari. She’s my sister.”

Can’t a man be a monster in peace? “So,” Ariq says, sliding his hands into his pockets. His suit is sharply cut and tailored to his form—evidence that I pay him well for these irritating opinions. “What will you make Jasmine Biao do tonight? You’ve already had her polish all the staff’s shoes and scrub your toilet. Weak sauce, if you don’t mind me saying. What else have you got planned?” Good question.

Carminati made the call to let Jordan know Aaron was waiting. A few minutes later, the office door opened, and Janette greeted him with a smile. “Aaron!” she said, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. He honestly had no idea how old she was, but she appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Still fit and capable of decapitating a Vampire by any means necessary, though she’d always been known for her axe-wielding ability, the Hunter Leader was one of the most kind, considerate people he’d ever worked with.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

My stomach churns, and for once, the anger I feel to all these people is lost, replaced instead by nerves. Isaiah looks down at me, brow raised. He seems reluctant to take me out there, almost like he feels guilty for subjecting me to their presence. He has Alpha duties calling him away from the estate today, or I believe that’s the case from what I overheard yesterday from his conversation with Zire. His jacket is a dark, rich crimson colour, the undershirt black. Whatever duty he is attending to, it’s definitely formal.

She was always suspicious of me these days. “Asher, we have our own long-time donors, I don’t need your…” she starts. “Nixon Pratt, the guitarist for the Underdogs.” I say calmly. I hear a rush of her breath, her silence confirming she knows who I’m talking about. “His story is well known. His mom got them out of an abusive situation when he was a kid. He helps shelters all over the US. But he contacted me once he found out that Aria owns one.” “Are you being serious?” she asks breathlessly. I fight back a groan at the sound. I want to be the only one who makes her sound that way, my cock thickens in my pants at the thought, and I adjust myself before I answer her.

And stopped short. Aris stood barefoot in the kitchen, plating eggs and pancakes with an ease that reminded her this wasn’t his first time doing so. His hair was damp, curling slightly at the edges, and he wore grey joggers that clung to lean muscle in a way that should be illegal this early in the day. His T-shirt—soft, faded black—did absolutely nothing to hide his abs or the biceps stretching the sleeves. He turned just as she walked in, flashing her a crooked grin. “You made it. I was about to send a search party.”

So weird. After she did the worst thing, she stood and let one of the guys near me. He kept running his hands over my body with what looked like magic coming out of his hands, snapping all my bones into place. It hurt like hell. I have heard magic is real, but I have never seen anything like it. Indeed, it had to be part of my dream, but it felt so real. He told me his name was Ash, I believe? I will never forget that dream because now, I'm starting to wake up and feel like never before.