Aubrey Callaghan Novels & Stories

she said. April was her five-year-old grumpy son. "Yeah, go to your own mate," I told her and stepped into the kitchen. Roman smiled at me sneakily and helped Aubrey pack. "Thank you again for your free time," Roman said sincerely. Aubrey smiled and hugged her. "I owe it to you, Luna." Aubrey winked and took her bag to leave. She left Roman looking at me with her arms folded. "What?" I asked her. "It's weird being called that, why don't they just call me Roman?"

"I think she’s a professional model. Look at the way she walks." Aurora pretended to be deaf. She tightened her grip on the thick book against her chest, quickening her pace. However, her steps were forced to a halt when a shrill voice broke the crowd near the garden. "Don’t mess with her if you don’t want to die," said a blonde-haired student with thick makeup sitting on a garden bench. She folded her arms across her chest with a look of pure hostility. "She is the future wife of Mr. Richard Calloway. The most influential man in this city."

Xx For coffee and pancakes. Is she going for breakfast alone, or is she meeting with someone? Rather than texting back, I call her on video. I am curious to see if she’ll answer or reject my call. After ringing for a minute, I am about to hang up, but she finally answers. She doesn’t look amused. “Can I help you? I told you I am going out.” She sighs. “With who?” Aubrey rolls her eyes at me. “I have a hot date.”

A bit frazzled, I reached for it, clasping it in a firm handshake. So, that confirms that I don't know this woman. Then who was she? “I-I'm C-cassandra,” I timidly replied, clutching my drink even tighter from my nerves. I scrutinized Aubrey subtly from head to toe, realizing how beautiful she was. A head full of voluminous blonde curls, over her pale white skin, made her almost look like a porcelain doll. She had mesmerizing baby blue eyes, in contrast to the smokey eye makeup that made it pop. A mole was spotted by the side of her lips. She wore a pristine white gown that swished past her knees, adorning it with a faux fur coat and white pumps.

Who is she? Aubrey is the second child. My only sister. She's married to Donald who had been declared a Beta to Juan when he becomes the main Alpha of Moonlight Pack. A Beta is the assistant leader. But of course not as strong as the Alpha and must give respect to the Alpha. Aubery has two children. A boy and a girl—Caleb who is four and Caroline who is just one. Caroline is one of the cutest babies I have ever seen and she's so adorable whenever she's drools and tries to play with your thumb. We ate in silence for several minutes before dad spoke up. "Juan what's the update on our contract with Blackmoon Pack?"

I'm Aubrey, what can i do for you" i ask him, getting tired of the conversation my tommy had started to hurt again He looks at me and dusts his tailored suit "I want you to be my Surrogate "

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

Travis stepped forward, greeting each family member with the practiced grace of an Alpha. His movements were fluid, confident, the kind that spoke of years of command and presence. Despite the warmth of the reunion, the room remained charged; every eye in the Thorne lineage was fixed on Aubrey, who stood quietly by his side. Taking a steadying breath, Aubrey offered a respectful bow. "Good day. I’m Aubrey Castile." Her voice was soft but steady, carrying a quiet assurance that made her composure noticeable even to the most discerning Thorne.

I screamed waking up panting I was drenched in my own sweat as if I'm in a swimming pool I get down from my bed and walk into the bathroom I wash my face and looked up at my reflection I ran my hands through my hair... I'm Abigail Keys, but I prefer to be called Abby, 24 years old independent woman, I'm a brunette, I have an almost perfect body...I didn't come from a rich family...I can say its an average living family...my father owns a little ranch where I lived for a little while in my life

Aubrey said with an eye roll. Reina pulled away from the hug and turned to Aubrey, “I didn't see your girlfriend, how are you?” Reina knows Which button to press when she wants to annoy her. Aubrey ignored her and she walked to her bathroom. She took a quick shower and put on black tights with turtle-neck shirt and white sneakers. She stood before the mirror and admired her reflection. Aubrey tied her long hair into a messy bun, applied a light makeup and careless lip bum. Aubrey took her purse and walked out of her bedroom.