Dear Aaron Novels & Stories

He moaned and grabbed his toe fingers painfully, while cursing Naina under his breath. "whether she is with me or not, her name is enough to hurt me... (He looked at the ceiling once again) only you know what mistakes I had made in the past that you are punishing by writing that dumbo in my fate. I am sure once she'll vanish from my life, everything will get fine..." Aaron said, aggressively but more than aggressive he was looking cute like an angry child. Taking all the time of universe, he got ready for the collage, actually more than collage he was excited to meet his girl and his friends whom he hadn't talk properly in past two days because of his dumb forced wife.

He had this thought that no one was trustworthy enough these days except his mother and Kathleen. "Thanks," Aaron said after a while, holding the fountain pen, showing his acceptance of the gifts. Adrian nodded with a delighted smile plastered on his face. He slowly walked away to leave the office. But he kept glancing back at Aaron as if he was not satisfied with their conversation, as if he wished they could talk more.

I looked at him as if he had gone cray cray. I giggled, "April isn't until next year, you can come back next time and do the prank well", I said and was about to close the door when he stopped me. "Wait wait wait, listen, we flew all the way from Italy to do this, trust me it's... it's no prank... recently our father died, he got sentenced to death for multiple crimes and -" "What?". "Yeah long story... story for another day", Aaron said. "Anyways, he said he met you one time and blah blah blah, we had to trace you down to here, a friend of mine said he knew you, Luther Cowper "

replied Jeanne. Aaron winked shyly at Jeanne and then walked away with a smile. “Ah, he's so sweet with you. My fragile heart cannot handle this sweetness!” Said Dita playfully. Rex and Cara smiled while Sara kept a poker face. “Well, he's a good friend,” replied Jeanne while smiling and continued her work. Her lips could not stop smiling, imagining Aaron's playful action just now. After a while, her phone beeped. 'Lunch with me today?' A message from Andy came in.

my mother asked, her voice trembling. Mr. Cohen looked directly at me. His eyes are empty. "Your daughter Aubree has that blood type. We've been searching for a compatible donor for six months. She's the only match we've found in the entire United States." My blood type. I had donated blood once in high school for a blood drive. They told me I had a rare type. Some combination of letters and numbers I didn't understand. I never thought it mattered. "What exactly are you proposing?" my father asked.

he turns around, rounding his desk and looking for a pen. When he finds one, he makes notes on a piece of paper before handing the sheet to me. “Take this,” he orders handing it to me, his face crunching, daring me to refuse it. “You gave me a week to heal before finding rent money,” I shoot out, trying to reason with me. Aaron ignored me like the bastard that he was. “Find those girls, you’ll be leaving with them,” he cuts out the conversation. “What if I say I don’t want to?” I asked taking a stance.

Dearest Auria, I am writing to you to let you know that I have been displeased by your actions and decisions for a while now. I was able to let go of the fact that you have formed a romantic relationship with that good for nothing opera singer; and now you are engaged?! Okay, sure,maybe it was a ploy to make him even more popular or a stepping stone for you but now, you are GETTING MARRIED?!

Brian I found Aaron sitting on one of those swing porch chairs and watching the pack children run around, I think he missed home. Either that or he really wanted a child. Aaron was an odd guy whom I could never really tell what he was thinking about. I wonder when he's going back because he's starting to irritate me, you know how you hate someone but you're not sure why? Yeah, it was that. His vibes felt really off. I couldn't pinpoint where exactly his vibes felt off but it was just a gut feeling I guess. Maybe my gut would be wrong in the long run, maybe not.

Aaron walkout from the kitchen bringing the roasted turkey into the table, and all the guys' eyes fix on him, demanding a report. Aaron clearing his throat a little and raised a thumbs-up sign secretly to them. After seeing Aaron's sign, all of them sigh in relief. 'Thank god! Aaron is the savior.' ... After they are done having dinner, suddenly a doorbell from the front door makes them divert their eyes to the door. Aaron smile and he walked to the door. Opened it, two people, from the veterinary clinic smile to him. "Mr. Aaron?" one of the staff ask him.

Nathan says as he looks at the cake. "No problem, you wouldn't let us buy you an actual present so that the best we could do," Aaron says with a pointed look. Aaron seems to be the dad of the five siblings. I know Nathan didn't grow up with parents, but Aaron did and he still stepped up when they died. That and his HIV, he's an amazing person I aspire to be as strong as. He actually texted me asking if I wanted to talk with him but I said no, he doesn't need anyone else to worry about.