Fpe Aiden Fanart Novels & Stories

Far below, fishing boats bobbed like scattered toys, their hulls painted in faded primary colours reds, blues, yellows that looked almost edible against the glittering water. Aiden stood at the stone balustrade, barefoot, wearing only loose linen drawstring pants that rode low on his hips. The morning breeze lifted strands of his dark hair, now threaded with the first fine silver at the temples. He held a ceramic mug of black coffee still too hot to drink between both palms, letting the warmth seep into his skin while he watched the horizon.

Aiden was the one with a aura of cheerfulness while am an intimidating one. Her friend was the one who cleared and greeted with a sly smile and blushing at Aiden. Aiden is getting laid. "I'm Aiden Pearce and this my friend Liam Knight!" He introduced us smiling brightly. As she shook hands with me it fitted like a lost piece of a missing puzzle. Her hand was soft and delicate. She must be 5'0 or something. She is so small as she reached just below at my chest. I held her small hand in my large ones . I don't want to let go of her hand and I wanted to held it for a long time.

“I want to work with children, to actually help them. Not sit in some fancy office running things just because you say so.” Aiden’s expression changed, the amusement fading from his eyes, replaced by something darker and more intense. He took another step closer, so close that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “You want to work with kids?” he asked, his voice dropping to a deep, seductive tone. He leaned in, his breath brushing against my ear. “I can help with that. We could make some of our own, and then you can spend all day taking care of them.”

His broad shoulders were straight by his neck, eyes the color of burnt honey, and a faint scar at the edge of his jaw that gave him a rugged edge. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt," he said, his voice gentle. Selene shook her head. “It’s fine. I just needed to… cool off.” “Same here,” he smiled. “Sometimes the quiet helps. I’m Aiden, by the way.” He reached out a hand. She didn’t respond right away. Not until after a couple seconds passed did she nod her head and reached out to shake him. “Selene.” “I know,” he said softly, but not in a creepy way. “Everyone does. It’s a small pack.”

Then my birthmark starts to warm again. I get the butterflies. Aiden is handsome as hell. Tall about six foot three maybe. Dark chocolate brown hair that hangs to his shoulders. Piercing bright hazel eyes. Strong chiseled jaw with a light covering of stubble. When he was in the diner I could see he was built when he took his jacket off. His shirt was stretched tight against his chest. Tight enough I could see his defined pecs and six-pack chest. Broad shoulders. His jeans looked like they were painted on over his thick muscular thighs and tight ass. Oh, yea when he went back to his table I got a good look and had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. To be honest, Aiden is the hottest man I

“May I say it is wonderful to see you again after so long? Confusion marred my face. Who was he? My eyes moved and I noticed a crest similar to the one Varic had on. Was he a part of Bloodmoon? As if sensing my confusion, he spoke up again. “Oh right, I almost forgot about your condition. My name is Aiden Reid and I’m the beta of Bloodmoon, and pretty much Varic’s only friend. I'm sorry I wasn't there to welcome you at your welcome party. I was out taking care of business, And just so you know, between Varic and me, I was your favourite.”

Although he would be classified as a warrior King. He exuded raw power, but at this moment, all that strength was focused on Kira. "Goddess, She's… breathtaking," he murmured, almost as if he could not believe his words. Aiden, who stood beside his brother, had his black hair pulled back into a wolf-cut style, only the center tied while the rest flowed freely over his shoulders. His eyes never left Kira, taking in the way the dress hugged her curves. "We are the luckiest men alive," he said softly, a smirk pulling at his lips.

He pops the cap off with his teeth, eyes gleaming. Someone stammers a response in the background, but I don’t hear the words. There’s a faint sound of a zipper. Somewhere in the room, someone’s losing control. Aiden lowers himself over me, marker in hand. His gaze drops to the strip of bare skin at my waist. And then—he writes. On my skin. With a thick, black, permanent marker. The marker glides over my skin, leaving cold, wet lines behind. I shiver. The contact is faint, yet somehow intimate. Electric.

Declan had never accepted them as his parents, but he did show that he loved and appreciated them. A memory flashed in Mrs Foster’s mind of that awful year her family went through back in 1998. *** “Aideen, your date is here!” Mrs Foster shouted from the passage and sent her 16-year-old daughter into a rush to finish braiding her cinnamon red hair. Aideen straightened her dress and took one last look in the mirror. Her ocean-blue eyes complimented the soft shade of pink material that her dress consisted of. It was a simple summer dress matched with a pair of white sandals. Aideen had a petite frame and stood at an average height. She looked beautiful, like an angel that stood in a meadow ful

Like he was… for most of the time… Aiden glanced back and came face-to-face with Nevaeh. A soft feminine hand rested on his shoulder. “Do you like it?” “Well… I’m not sure.” “How come?” Nevaeh asked. She wore a simple cocktail dress in black and white. But the dress was anything but simple on her. Aiden shrugged, not planning on answering that. “This painting... ‘So Far Away’… Makes me feel kind of sad. Not a good feeling of expectation. It’s like they are all waiting for something they don’t want.”