Downton Abbey Ao3 Novels & Stories

All this so he could protect his family and lessen the chances that any of them were infiltrated there by Alphonse or his viper wife. God, all Aaron really wanted was for this to end at once, so that not only Alec, but also Andy, his grandmother and Jullian could rediscover what it was like to live without fear and without worries... The loud sound of Alec's laughter collided with that reverie, and, stopping to lean against one of the nearby columns on one of the downstairs porches overlooking the extensive garden, Aaron even had to blink a few times to make sure he was right. who was actually seeing this: Adele Vamcap, the same society dame who had so often made headlines in the society col

Aaron narrowed his eyes at Jane dangerously. Anger surged through his chest and he growled, “What the fuck did you say?!” Jane celebrated inwardly when she thought Aaron was upset with Tessa for lying. She grabbed the phone she had given Celia and went to show Aaron the wallpaper, saying, “Don’t let Tessa fool you, Mr Wentworth. I know your true love is Miss Serena Winston. Tessa has three little bastards and probably wants to use you to take care of them.”

In the dimly lit chamber of Abaddon's opulent mansion, a clandestine meeting was underway. The trio had gathered to discuss the enigmatic woman who had captured Abaddon's attention. Jezebel leaned against a polished table, her alluring aura mixing with a hint of danger, while Dexter's imposing presence stood nearby, his emerald eyes gleaming with intrigue. Axel lounged with an air of nonchalance, his cynical grin playing across his lips.

Aaron has Always Loved his this Funny Side and he Enjoys his this Side but it is Super Rare to Witness. Aaron Looks at Alexander as he Questions him Softly "Are you still in Love with her? " Alexander's Eyes suddenly becomes Dark as he hears his Question. He Clearly Knows as to what does he mean when he says Her. He knows that he is Talking about Darcy. The Woman that has Killed him. The Woman that is the Reason for him to Turn into The Blood Sucking Monster. Aaron Notices the sudden change in him and gets Worried. He Regrets for asking such a Question while Alexander Relives whatever Darcy has done Against him. He Relived whatever Pain she has Inflicted on him and how he has Lost his Mother

Emma’s sympathy for Julian created new tension between the siblings. That night Ava and Damon lay together in the penthouse. The passion between them was intense. He took her slow and deep on the couch. Whispering how much she meant to him. Ava came with his name on her lips. Clinging to him. The love. The partnership. The strength they drew from each other.

Instead, she was looking forward for what he was about to do. ‘Ahh. Damn. My beast blood was boiling,’ Aaron said inside his head. Then, he decided to do everything he wanted with his mate. “Bend down,” he ordered, pointing the windowsill. With a little hesitation, Olive leaned her body over the windowsill. “Here?” There was a slightly subtle emotion in her heart. It was because this reminded her of Aaron’s boast that it would be difficult to keep quiet once she got down on the windowsill. She bit her lower lip, anticipating if that’s true.

AUTHORS POV AVERY pushed herself off Aaron Hardwood, her lover, and collapsed next to him. They both lay on their back, staring at the ceiling that had patches of discoloration with chipped paint revealing drywall in some areas. "I don't think I can ever get used to this; you are wonderful, Av." Aaron breathed. "Well, you never will if you stop wearing that lousy thing on you." She sat up putting on her bra. He smirked, he loved her feistiness. He sat up and stared at her. "Why don't you just marry me Av?"

Carol Collen’s piece must’ve hit harder than even Theo expected. “Owen Ashford’s Messy Love Triangle: Cheating on Heiress Aurelia Vance with Adopted Sister Silea—Now Crawling Back?” I read it this morning. Brutal. Perfect. Halfway through dinner, Owen’s phone starts blowing up. He silences it, but I catch the name on the screen before it goes dark: Silea. He forces a laugh. "It's not what it looks like, I swear! " I tilt my head, playing innocent. “Silea? I thought you said she was out of the picture.”

I’m more than my womb damn it! “I don’t follow…” Abbey says, making a face as she looks up from her book. I scoff at a bow on my chest as if it personally did something to offend me. I grab it, throw it to the floor and stomp on it. “Excuse me,” the dressmaker scolds. Abbey is instantly on her feet and in her face. “That is our next Queen you just raised your voice to servant,” Abbey shouts, as I watch the woman, who is easily three times Abbey’s age, cower and fall to her knees. My jaw falls at the spectacle.