Aurora Dewey Center Novels & Stories

Sawyer It was nearly eight when Aurora and her friends arrived, and I saw them through the upstairs window. Despite her smile, tension radiated through her body. She knew. My family came an hour ago. We circulated among the guests who had been ordered to arrive by seven. Everyone seemed to be in shock that the Hawthornes were there to celebrate Aurora Crane. We receded to our private wing before the birthday girl arrived. The spacious hotel rooms made Wonderland very accommodating for its guests.

She understood the need, especially if there was a large influx of new members. Arden pulled the car in front of a lovely white home that held large potted plants at the corners of the porch. Aurora immediately noticed Ava who sat on the steps of the porch. She was twisting her hands in her shirt. Aurora kissed Arden’s cheek before exiting the car. “Text me when you are ready to leave,” Arden said. Aurora agreed and closed the door soundly behind her. She waved as Arden pulled away from the curb and headed back in the direction that they had just come from.

When she was done with her bath, her sister and mother were still waiting for her, Dree was still bouncing Ariel on her knee, Aurora's niece was so beautiful and she hoped she would get a child just as beautiful as her. "Let's go get dressed," Aurora said, her room was already terribly full and all of them agreed that she should get dressed in Dree's old room. Aurora walked down the familiar passage with her mother and sister by her side and walked into Dree's old room, it still looked as orderly as it did when she still lived in it, it still looked very different from Aurora's. Aurora was expecting to see strange faces of makeup artists and the lot of them, well the make up artists were pre

One month since Aurora died. One month of guilt trying to drown me. One month of choosing to swim instead. I'm standing in front of an empty building. Downtown. Three stories. Perfect location. Perfect size. Perfect for what I'm building. What I'm creating. What I'm honoring. "The Aurora Foundation." I tell the realtor. "That's what it'll be called. A place for people suffering invisible pain. People enduring what others can't see. People choosing to suffer silently for those they love. A place for them to be seen. Heard. Helped."

He added as they walked back into the main house. "James said to tell you that Aurora has decided to work as waitress in a restaurant down their street." Gaby informed. A hmm left Noel's lips as he wasn't sure of what to say. Yesterday incident had made him forgotten about a lot of things, and Aurora is inclusive. "Well, it is a good idea really. She should engage herself into something before she faces the demon himself." He smirked. Gaby could only nod his head as he excused himself to check on the chefs and also, to get those that works in the blood bank. Meanwhile, Noel went to prepare for the day.

He was someone I couldn’t afford to lose. When we walked back into the estate, Jules was waiting for us in the foyer, his face lined with exhaustion and worry. “You two look suspiciously... rested,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow. Levi smirked, but I beat him to it. “What’s the latest?” Jules frowned. “We’ve confirmed Aurora’s location. Or at least, her base of operations. It’s a facility buried deep in the mountains. Getting in will be... difficult.” “Difficult isn’t impossible,” Levi said, his tone sharp and focused now. “We’ve done worse.”

Aurora’s steps came to a halt the moment those words reached her ears. “Our child… is with that woman.” The world around her seemed to vanish. The voices. The footsteps. Everything faded into silence. Only one thing remained— Hazel. “Where?” Aurora’s voice changed. Sharp. Tense. Almost trembling. On the other end, Darius’s voice remained calm. Far too calm for a situation like this. “An old parking structure behind the shopping center. A narrow alley on the west side.”

Aurora gave him an incredulous look before saying, "He's not into guys, Mason. So back off." Mason smirked slyly, batting his lashes at her, "Trust me darling, that's only because he hasn't met me." She made a disgusted face causing Natasha to burst into a fit of giggles. Aurora waved him off, focusing on the zippers of the leather skirts she wore. "When's your plane leaving?" Natasha asked softly and her head slowly rose up, "I don't know," Aurora answered bitterly, "I don't even know where the wedding is holding or the hotel we're staying at. All I know is that my aunt is marrying some big shot and the wedding is supposed to be the event of the year."

AURORA There were beautiful lights everywhere, every corner had urns with carefully arranged flowers in them. Soft music was playing in the background and the hall was busy with wolves helping themselves with snacks and drinks chatting away the night and laughing heartily amidst chats. "What's going on here?" I muttered, standing before Ralph's pack who seemed to be engulfed in their ceremony that they didn't care who came in or who went out, they didn't care if strangers had walked through their door.

The waiting room of the New York Center for Reproductive Medicine was quiet. It was a silence different from the NICU, different from the courtroom, different from the penthouse at 3:00 AM. It was the silence of held breath. Aurora sat in a plush velvet chair that was clearly designed to comfort people who were in the process of being told they had run out of time. She smoothed the fabric of her trousers. She checked her watch. 2:14 PM.