Aris Jones Novels & Stories

“Luna Alex. Alpha Jaxson. So nice to see you again after all these years.” Alex tries to regain her composure with who she sees standing in front of her, it’s a challenge but she manages just so. Alpha Jaxson can tell she is tense so he does what any good Alpha and mate would do, he reaches out to be polite and shakes hands with none other than Alpha James, with his mate Jessica standing by his side and his son on his other side. “Alpha James. It has been a long time. Welcome.”

She was made a slave and he could not even protect her dignity. Jay's reminder that Maya now had a mate and it was the legendary alpha Ashton was like a wake-up call for him. He felt like someone had poured a basin full of cold water on him and he was instantly awake. “Alpha, let me arrange for a few search teams. Although rumors have it that Ashton was badly wounded, I am sure that he will be able to protect her well.” Jay immediately said after seeing the wavering expression on Mark’s face. He knew that his alpha was sensible and that he will make the right decision.

I saw confusion on the kind man's face and before I could explain, Aniston said. "Ari has his father's ear and uncle Ryan is a just man…if you get to know him of course. If he said he will make you beta then he will" Aniston looked at me. I swear I saw something other than hatred in her eyes. It was like she was proud of me. I was still looking at Aniston when Maya stood up. "Who are you, sir?" May asked and looked at me. "I am Ari Black, ma'am" I answered.

I jolted up from my seat and my eyes landed on a very beautiful woman who is now looking at me with concern in her eyes. "Oh, hi, good afternoon. How can I help you?" I said trying my best to smile. She smiled back at me, awkwardly. "Are you alright?" I didn't expect her to ask me this though. "Yes. What can I help you with?" I asked her politely, trying to avoid my personal issues getting involved with work. "I came to see Cyrus." And she smiled. Her face lit up when she said his name and I hate how easily a tinge of jealousy crept into my skin but I have to keep this inside me because I am working for the man she's looking for.

Tomorrow the Prophecy Child would die. Aria sat alone in her stone cell, the heavy chains still wrapped around her wrists. The runes etched into the metal glowed with a faint, persistent light, constantly draining her power. A single candle flickered on a narrow ledge near the wall, its small flame casting dancing shadows across the rough stone surfaces. For hours she watched it burn, her thoughts drifting far beyond the bars that held her. The flame was small and fragile, yet it refused to surrender to the darkness. It reminded her of someone. Of Ryan. The thought brought a sad, bittersweet smile to her lips, small but undeniably real in the dim light.

"I'm not a fan—well, I mean, I appreciate his music, but I'm the pianist he hired for his new album." "Right," he scoffed, pulling out his phone. "I'm calling security." "That won't be necessary, Mark," a familiar voice called from down the hall. Julian Hayes walked toward us, coffee in hand, his signature charismatic smile in place. "Aria's exactly who she says she is." He turned to me, eyes warm with recognition. "You look amazing. It's been too long." "Mark,this is Aria Jones, last year's International Leilerna Award winner and the special guest pianist for my new album!"

A low, soft scream was torn from her throat as her eyes fixed on the face of the man who called himself her Lord. Her mouth fell open in shock. She thought it was her illusion, it couldn’t be him. He was Aris Johnson, her ex-boyfriend whom she had betrayed. He was not a teenage boy but an extremely handsome man. He was dressed in a blue suit, with a thickly trimmed moustache, a long shave, beautiful brown eyes with red rims, and a meteoric face with a deadly look. He had changed, of course, but she recognized him. “You…y.. you” Her tongue faltered. Lord Aris towered over her, his cold eyes glittering and she shuddered massively. As she shook and quivered, he smiled broadly.

His soft brown eyes locked with dark blue colored ones. He blinked not expecting her to be this beautiful. She bore similar facial qualities to... "Um.." He managed a smile, pulling his hand out for a hand shake, wondering when she got out. "Hi . I'm Josh.. I'm..". "Who needs a donor?". Feeling a bit embarrassed, he lowered his hand which she didn't even look at. "My patient needs a donor in the next twenty four hours and you are.m.". "Well ..If you must know". Josh rolled his eyes inwardly. "I'm Arisa Iowa...".

Norah but… “Good day sir. We had a tip that Ariel Jones is here. We're here to arrest her for attempting to murder Ace Dawson and Chloe Rayfield,” a police officer who stood behind Mr. Norah stated. “Hey. I'm the tipper!” the old bastard grinned wickedly.

I sometimes wish I would get kidnapped, just to get away from my mother for a while. “I don’t care, all these bodyguards are useless, and no one can protect me. Some have weird eyes, some have a weird voice, some of them have stupid hairstyles and most of them hit on me.” I reasoned irrationally, as Allison just stared at me, she wanted to say something but was too scared to point my mistake out. “Well, the agency is really worried about you so they have managed to convince Jake Carson, to be your bodyguard and he is waiting outside to meet you.” She explained and my eyes widened.