Fpe Aiden Fanart Novels & Stories

She warned me. I looked over for a place I could sit but to my luck there was none. Everyone had already been seated and I was the only one left. The teacher found my discomfort and spoke up..."Aiden can you please share your seat" the teacher said. I looked over to see who it was and as soon as my eyes landed on him I was knocked out of breath. He was absolutely perfect his Short coal black hair fell gracefully over his forehead, his sharp jaw and full lips complimenting more to his handsomeness. His orbs as blue as ocean as if i would drown any seconds watching them. His tanned body with perfectly sculptured abs and his shirt clinging to his body as a second skin. He was the defination of

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Aiden was around 5'9", just two inches shorter than him. That would be perfect when they hug each other. He had a slim build which complimented his attractive personality. Aiden scrunched his nose as he intensely concentrated on his work, and Noah's heart skipped a beat because Aiden looked so cute. Aiden ran his hands through his golden locks, and Noah wished it would be his hands doing that. Aiden looked like a typical nerd, a sexy one at that. His sexy nerd. Noah was distracted when he heard a ping on his phone. It was a message from Jay. ' Have you settled in my room?' 'Not your room anymore.' Noah replied.

"I'm not surprised you aren't aware of her existence. You only care about us and the girls your screw" I stretch out my empty glass shot at Gray for a refill as I acknowledge Aiden. "And do you have a picture of this 'Abigail' ?" Aiden chuckled as if I'd asked him one of the stupidest questions. "Of course I do. Just a sec" Pulling out his phone, I watch as Aiden scrolls through his gallery. My attention returs to Gray as he hands over a filled glass back to me. "Found it!" Aiden yells, bursting out with laughter like a maniac.

His stamina for spewing nonsense had finally come into good use, and he armed his words like he would a machine gun in war. "I totally understand and I am entirely sympathetic that you have yet to experience the joy of your lover’s physical affection. Cobwebs must have formed in your nether regions, but forgive me if I’m not too inclined to check it out for myself," Aiden said, dabbing dramatically at the corners of his eye as though he were crying. Of laughter, maybe. If he had tears, Amelia bet they wouldn’t be of sadness and actual pity. Aiden had the wicked lips of the devil and acting skills to boot.

"Yes, finger paint. You sound excited." I say and he quickly nods his head. "I love finger painting. My mom lets me make dinosaurs." He says and Sienna smiles. "He somehow gets more paint on himself than on the paper." "I make masterpieces." "They're blobs." "They're dinosaurs." "They're colorful blobs." I laugh as they continue arguing. "I think they're probably dinosaur blobs." I say and Aiden beams at me before looking at his mother. "See? Bianca understands." He says and Sienna shakes her head.

"A beautiful man indeed. Beautiful and talented and powerful, but cold. Too cold. Frost. A rather fitting name for a predator that doesn't need to breathe before you know you need to run the other way." Diary entry of Renee Fall about Aiden Thorne (2015) ______________________________________________ ALLY’s POV

"The whole school is talking about how the Princes escorted a stray home. Why would you even talk to that faggot? She's a stain! She's an abomination! She'll ruin your reputation just by standing near you!" Aiden looked at his phone, scrolling through it slowly with his thumb. "She was pretty,"He said it simply, his voice low and teasing. Sheryl's face turned a ghostly, pale white, then a furious red. "No, she is not! She is a nobody! A foster-rat! I dare you to say that again, Aiden!" Aiden just shrugged, his golden eyes meeting Adam's. "It seems the Miller brat has a thing for his foster sister," Adam added, toying with a silver coin in his hand. "She was very protective of his gear in the

Or whatever comes after that. “It’s just, the ladies and I from the church worry about him, with Chloe back.” “You don’t have to, they’re perfectly happy.” Happy isn’t exactly the word I would use. She sucks the colour straight out of him. They have a term for that, actually. Succubus.

the boy nearly topples but Aiden catches him easily one hand on the boy’s shoulder the other gently steadying his head. “ you playing tag or flying?” He asks softly voice low enough that i almost miss the warmth in it.The boy grins, missing two teeth. “Flying.” And takes off again. Aiden watches him go the corners of his mouth lifting not the usual restrained smirk he gives in interviews but something looser lighter.i feel it more than i see it. My pulse stumbles. Another kid grabs Aiden’s arm, tugging insistently. “Paint with me!” “i dont know,” he says dramatic hesitation. “ im not sure im qualified.”he lowers himself anyway kneeling right in the middle of the scuffed gym floor. Just li