Fpe Aiden Fanart Novels & Stories

I understand that I had a panic attack when I found the first one, but I have a right to know if there have been more sent. “Damn, this place is starting to look put together, but little sprite, please get off that stool.” Kaden states. “I told you so.” Gio remarks. “You two need to stop. First off, I am not that far off the ground. I am just putting up some pictures which weigh next to nothing. Second I am having fun helping Gio get his apartment in order.” I snark. “Someone is overly feisty today,” Alek says.

He flicked the safety on the pepper spray, fixing it so it was ready to use. “Huh?” I pushed my messy hair out of my face, trying to focus. The shadow along his jawline made me want to reach out and touch him. Aiden had this way of being impossibly handsome and infuriating at the same time. “Remember when I said I don’t do favors for free?” he asked, holding up the pepper spray. I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I remember.” “Well, today is your lucky day,” he said. “Forgive me if I don’t believe that,” I replied.

I didn’t have the right to take that from him — not yet. “I’m Aiden,” I said instead. “A friend of your mom’s.” He looked at Bianca, then back at me. “You look like me.” Bianca stiffened from across the room. I smiled softly. “I was just thinking the same thing.” Felix grinned again. “Wanna color with me?” God. My throat went tight. “Yeah,” I managed. “I’d like that.” I sat on the rug next to him. He handed me a blue crayon and pointed to a half-colored dragon. “This one’s fireproof. So don’t mess him up.”

He slides his dick out of me painfully slow and then leaves me empty again. “Look. Her pussy is clenching around nothing like she can’t live without a dick inside of her,” Aiden mocks, making me burn in embarrassment, especially when I turn to look and I see he’s literally filming me there so Damon can have a close up of my pussy. It’s mortifying as hell… and then he makes it worse and spreads my folds open, “We should mark her here somehow, write our names. I would go for a marker, but I know you’ll like something more permanent. Maybe a hot branding…”

"The what?" Aiden proudly lifted the parchment, presenting it with a triumphant flourish. It was a masterpiece of terrible stick figures. There was a tall, blocky man with a jagged golden crown, a woman wearing an oversized silver tiara, a small blob representing a little boy, a giant black dog with six legs, a glowing stick figure surrounded by yellow loops, and a final girl drawn with aggressively angry V-shaped eyebrows. Kael let out a long, dry sigh. "Let me guess. The one with the furious eyebrows is your long-lost aunt?"

I called as I shook him up vigorously He opened his eyes slowly "Are you okay?" I asked 🎙️ Aiden's POV 🎙️ At first I couldn't see clearly, everywhere looked so blurry I feel so weak and cold "Are you okay?" She asked again looking worried You are such a fool Aiden Why did you give her your blanket when you know you get cold easily I should really avoid this girl from now on, she makes me do foolish things "Let's go" I said as I tried to stand up

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Well, maybe I enjoy the company of someone who's willing to follow me blindly." "You know what I think?!" He asked, she shook her head in reply. "Maybe we should practice listening to each other more often, you know, to avoid any more near-death experiences." Jenna laughed, wincing slightly, "That works!" Meanwhile .... Somewhere in Ontario ... "Aiden relax!" He slowly turned to face the source of that voice, Aiden stood at an impressive six feet one, He was tall and broad-shouldered, he was in his late forties but he seemed like he was in his thirties he had a chiseled jawline and piercing ocean blue eyes that seemed to scan the room with authority.

But in the end, we all know he didn’t really have any choice. When we reached the abandoned outpost just as the sun was setting, the air shimmered faintly, like sunlight on water. And then she appeared, Aerin, daughter of the Fae King. She walked towards us, eyes calm but unreadable. “You must be Aiden,” she said softly, as her eyes locked with Aiden before her gaze flicked to Ella, who lay unconscious on the stretcher. “Can you help her?” Aiden’s voice cracked as he stepped forward.

“You made me a bitch when you saw that woman in the restaurant. Pity you, cousin. I never thought you’d do some loser act just not to crash your pride in front of them.” Aiden throws a murderous glare at Jessie. “Shut the fuck up. Leave now, Jessie. I’ll try to be in your exhibit.” Jessie burst into laughter. She stood up and danced like an idiot, probably mocking him. Then she stuck out her tongue before she left. He massaged his forehead due to the things happening to him these past few days. Since he met Nimueh, everything seemed unusual for him. *** Aiden with his casual attire, went inside the small studio enough for Jessie’s artworks. His cousin was an artist and she made him her spons