Dear Aaron Novels & Stories

“Did you get a new car for us?” Stephen and I were buzzing with excitement. A new car was what we desperately needed. The upper echelons at school drove classics now and we wanted one. “No. I did not get a car,” he replied. What a buzz kill. “If you didn't get them a car, then what's the good news?” Monica asked. “Tada!” Dad whipped a white envelope from blazer pocket. I noticed the emblem on the paper. No. Oh hell no. It couldn't be.

“He’s dead.” “Clearly, not,” Aric said, brushing dust from his jacket. His movements were unnervingly calm. “But I imagine that’s a story for another time. Right now, I have questions.” Annabel forced herself to stand tall, hiding the confusion roiling inside her. “You have questions? Where have you been all this time? How are you even—” “Alive?” Aric interrupted, his smile widening. “Let’s just say death and I had a... temporary arrangement.”

And as the debt mounted, I felt more compelled to offer Aaron everything that I had denied him from the beginning. Only then would I stop feeling like the worst woman on earth. A Liar. Aaron stayed with us until noon, leaving in a hurry after calling his father. He explained that he had to review certain projects, he did not specify more details due to the rush he was in. We parted with a sweet kiss on the lips. Then he addressed Isaac, expectantly I looked at the scene; I was surprised that my sweetie reciprocated his fist bump, as if they were best friends.

Aaron found me outside Clara’s office, all energy and gleam. “God bless the paparazzi,” he added. “And high-definition zoom lenses.” I sighed. “Your mother and your brother already gave me an earful.” “Yes, but I brought you cinnamon rolls.” He handed me a napkin-wrapped pastry like it was a peace offering. “And I heard you got the full Debra Lachlan Experience.” “I’m not sure what that means,” I said warily. Aaron grinned. “It means she said something completely inappropriate while covered in bubbles.”

How could life be any better than this? The next morning, Kian was out in the field waiting for him, a concerned look on his face. Aaron could not put away his smile, and he was sure he looked like a fool as he approached his friend. He didn’t care. He was going to be a father. “Aaron, something’s wrong. I just know it,” Kian said, his voice hardly above a whisper, no regard whatsoever for the ridiculous smirk on his friend’s face. “Good morning, Kian,” Aaron replied as if he hadn’t understood the statement. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

I frowned and tried again. Nothing. Not even a blink. Just a deep sigh and that far-off look that made me want to shake him by the shoulders. But I still had one card left to play. I turned to Aaron, my last hope, and smiled. “Aaron?” He glanced up for a second, a French fry balanced between his lips, before shrugging and diving back into his bucket of food. Yes, bucket. Because apparently Aaron had been blessed by the gods with a demigod metabolism and could devour absurd amounts of fried chicken and fries without ever losing his cologne-commercial model looks.

I get a couple messages in private chats. Darrien- I claimed you as a sister first! Just because I don’t talk back to the Alpha doesn’t mean I care less… Ryann- I know that. <3 You take care of me in your own way. Don’t think I don’t appreciate it. Darrien- Good. Just making sure you know. That makes me smile. But it’s the message from Aaron that makes me full on laugh. Aaron- Thanks.

They couldn't stop touching each other, nor holding any part of each other's bodies. However, they realise their phones might be in danger. When Aaron was about to tuck the phones below him, beneath the cloth as he acted as a shield to it, there was an unread message from his mother. He covers his phone from the rain to read, [Aaron... Your father is no more. He passed away this afternoon. Please come home, son. I'm scared.]

Immediately Aaron coughed. “She..she will like it boss, its really perfect” Aaron prayed for Arrya not just to like it but love it. He has plans for this months salaries.. “Good...” Damien hung up. Aaron immediately became more strict with the decorative team. “Make sure everything is perfect because if my salary is taken to the orphanage because the madam don’t like your work, I will hunt you all one by one.” Aaron said as the group of people began to laugh...

Her loyalty was annoying—a devotion I hadn’t asked for and didn’t know how to return without feeling smothered. Aaron stood up. He walked toward me, stopping at a distance where I could see every line of despair on his face. He didn’t look like a man planning corporate takeovers; he seemed like a castaway clinging to a rotting board. “We have no more time for games, Warren,” Aaron said, his tone carrying a gravity that forced me to pay attention. “In a few months, we’ll have nothing left but debts and a surname that no one respects anymore.” “And what do you suggest?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “That I storm Blackwood’s house and drag Amy back by her hair?”