Dear Aaron Novels & Stories

Her face is particularly smooth, blooming in white color with swollen and pinkish cheeks. She was the famous Hilary Clinton, much prettier in real life than in the photos; Aaron's eyes stopped on her chest, he could see her big breasts so she wasn't wearing a bra. “Dad, did you call me?” Not even a hello to the unknown. “My daughter, this is Aaron, your new Driver.” Aaron got up and stood in front of her. “I'm here to serve you, Miss.” He said. “Go to hell.” She told him before going out.

A message from Aaron was waiting. I hurriedly clicked it, wondering when he'd send it. Aaron: Hey, an urgent business trip came up for some of us low-level executives at the company. I’ll be away for a day or two. I’ll keep in touch. Let me know if you need anything. Anything at all.

I said, a hint of nervous humor slipping into my voice, “I have to plan a big wedding?” A quiet chuckle left him. “Only if you want one.” Our eyes held. Something electric sparked in the silence—something unfamiliar and impossible to ignore. “Well,” Aaron cut in, standing. “I’ll have the revisions made immediately. Ms. Pierce, I’ll be in contact in a few days regarding the attorney.” I nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Dean.” He smiled warmly. “Please, call me Aaron.” I nodded, my cheeks warming slightly. As he left, I glanced back at Nicolai—

*** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine. Your lovingly annoyed wife, Aquamarine.” -The End-

**Leon:** *How did you describe me? A long pause. **Aaron:** *Goodnight Leon.* **Leon:** *That's not an answer.* **Aaron:** *Goodnight.* I smiled at my phone in the dark like an idiot. Then one final message arrived, this time from a number I didn't have saved, but I knew immediately from the area code and the cadence of the typing—short, direct, slightly uncertain in the way of someone new to reaching out. **Unknown:** *Hey. This is Marlowe. Aaron gave me your number. Hope that's okay. I just wanted to say thank you. For earlier. For not giving up on him when I couldn't be here to do it myself.*

Aaron said and grinned. According to rumors, Adrian has never been with any woman which was true. To the extent that he was considered a gay. But he never cared about the rumours, the only thing on his mind is his mother's justice. It sounds weird but he doesn't think more than that. "Just to inform you Angel will be back from Paris very soon,"Aaron said. "Are you so jobless?"Adrian faced him. "Jobless for my sweetheart "Aaron winked at him. "Screw you "Adrian snapped.

LIAM’S POV “Sir, you have a visitor” Jonathan said. I looked up from my pile of work “who is it?” I asked. “Mr. Smith” he said. A frown covered my face “Simon is dead” Jonathan looked at me like he was staring at a complete, utter moron “Simon Smith had a father Liam, keep up” he said. “Oh” I dropped the document that I was revising and straightened up on my seat “let him in” I said.

Lynn almost felt passing out again after seeing his face in the mirror… He’s extremely familiar with the face of this person! His name is Arial Lachman! One of the sons of a mighty business tycoon in the country! He’s extremely rich that almost everything he sought after would be handed over to him with just his words! However, there was a single time where he didn’t manage to get what he wants, and that was Lynn’s girlfriend, Shannon Myers! In truth, even Lynn was intimidated by this guy. Although Shannon already accepted him as her boyfriend, this Arial wouldn’t stop courting her whenever he has time.

I was their enemy; what was this? “We are so happy for you; you are going to make a great dad.” The old man said, clapping my back, I was still so confused that I ignored Tylan as he asked questions—he was as confused as me. “If I cry more, I might just dehydrate. Congratulations.” The middle-aged woman said. Well, at least the woman seemed familiar. I've seen her in one of the photo albums Mom kept but couldn't remember her name. “Go,” Luna Ruby, who was standing next to me, said, asking me to get near Aubree, “They need the room.” She turned to her brothers, and they all cleared their throats and were going to leave when Aubree spoke.

she whispered. Aria's expression turned mischievous. "Leave that to me," she whispered. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve." Maya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of tricks?" she whispered. Aria's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Let's just say I have a few friends who owe me favors," she whispered. Maya's eyes widened in surprise. "Friends?" she whispered. Aria nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, friends. People who are loyal to me and will help us on our mission."