Designated Survivor Aaron Novels & Stories

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.

How could someone be capable of such hostility, such disregard for innocent lives? Aaron stood frozen beside me, his usually vibrant eyes clouded with anguish. I reached out, grasping his trembling hand, silently offering support. The weight of the tragedy that had befallen his family hung heavily in the air, suffocating us all. But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of determination flickered in Aaron's gaze. He stepped forward, his voice quivering but resolute. "You may have taken my mother's life, but you will never snuff out the light of her memory. And you will never destroy the love and strength she instilled in us."

Ashley chuckled, as she rushed to her sister and gave her a hug. "I also didn't tell you something." She mumbled. "What is it? Spill all the bean now." Sandra said. "I...I was carrying a baby zygote in my womb before getting shot.." "Jesus!' Sandra half yelled, and Ashley shook her head. "Don't yell." She sighed before continuing the conversation. "So to save me from dying, Mikhail ordered the kill the child. Cause the doctor said it was either me or the child." She completed and Sandra shook her head out of pity.

Toney stood in front of the monitor for several long moments, his eyes scanning each image one final time before slowly turning to face us. The room had gone unnaturally quiet. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his expression grim. “I’ve worked in trauma for nearly twenty years,” he said quietly. “Warriors. Rogues. Survivors of war. Victims of abuse. I’ve seen wolves arrive at death’s door more times than I can count.” His gaze drifted back toward Raymond, lingering on the unconscious figure lying in the bed.

He rubbed at his sleepy but concerned eyes and pulled himself up to sit down, his eyes following my every move. “Zera, my love!” he called out as I lowered the phone from my ear. “Tatiana is dead, Aaron,” was all I could say. He stood before me the next second and pulled me to himself, and I sobbed into his chest. What were the odds that Tia would die amid this chaotic time? This was an attack on me and my family. Aaron once said they couldn’t get to him and would attack the weakest link. They couldn’t get to me, and they took the most vulnerable one, Tia.

she pulled me into a hug and walked out of the room. I rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I love the feel of water on my body, it soothes my soul. Let me tell you a little about myself, I'm Aurora Peyton. My dad named me that, he said I'm beautiful just like the polar lights in the arctics and arctatica and he was right. He did take me to see them once and trust me, they are beautiful. My dad died two years ago and my mom ran away to be with her lover.

“What’s the relationship between him and Benjamin?” “Aaron’s father, Josse Seawind, migrated to Country M early on. He was in a secret relationship with Valerie for some time. But for a reason no one knows, Josse suddenly committed suicide in Country M by overdosing himself. When he died, Aaron was just a teenager.” Jasper was quiet for a while before he said, “If Josse’s death was related to the Plath family, would Aaron hate the Plath family because of it and make plans to kidnap Summer to take revenge on the Plath family?” Jasper was suspecting Aaron.

Once Jeremy saw me, he scrambled up, a mixture of shock and surprise written all over his face. “Aurthur...how…” he stuttered. “Yes that’s me Jeremy. Don’t tell me you thought I would be dead huh…” I chuckled. “Dude already confirmed you dead…so little faith he has in you…” Dennis scoffed. I laughed. I didn’t blame Jeremy that much. I really would have died if I didn’t make the last minute decision to accept a mate I swore never to. “How did it happen…I thought the curse…” he still seems to not be finding it easy to believe I had survived the witch’s curse.

“Levi!“ He rushes in again, and this time, I hand him the folder, albeit reluctantly. “You can, uh, discard it.“ Her face flashes before my eyes again, but I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts. Levi’s face falls, his lips pulling into a pout, making me wonder how I employed a child instead of a grown man to work for me. “Oh, really, sir?“ He furrows his brows. “Did you glance at the last page... I thought it could have you interested.“ I flip to the last page. Liora Wilder was recently seen at the fertility clinic and, after further investigation, has been found to be a surrogate. Status: Not signed with any couples or families. Hell no! “Levi, I want you to do something for me.“

The other players were there—lying on the ground with exhaustion visible on their faces. The school kids made it. Likewise, the lady who went last before me, the elderly man who shoved that guy ahead first, Rick, and his friend. And me. Of all nineteen players, only nine of us made it past the plank. Ten died. I turned to the guy who had saved me. He was now up on his feet. My gaze hovered around him. Green camouflage pants, black shirt tucked in. Oh— A military man. “Yeah, I’ll accept that as a thank you.”