Hope Chest Aurora Novels & Stories

There were large windows in every corner, allowing rich sunlight to pass through, making the hangar look magical instead of stuffy. George, sporting a suave upper lip beard, allowed me to wander around and check out the numerous aircraft parked inside. There was a decommissioned Boeing 737 at the farthest corner, an F-22 Raptor next to it, a Cessna 172 Skyhawk at the opposite side, and an AH-64D Apache helicopter—probably the one we would use later. When Mr. Windstorm arrived, it was by riding a twelve-door limousine. Not a surprise. George whistled and gaped at the vehicle. I just mentally rolled my eyes and readied myself for a welcome salute.

Aurora threw his shirt in the same direction as her own. Aurora sought out Arden’s lips once more. Her hands came to rest on his shoulders as Arden wrapped an arm around her waist. He lifted her so that he could turn and lay her down on the mattress. Arden's lips left Aurora's and began to trail kissing down her chin and neck. His lips didn’t stop as he kissed down the center of her chest. One of his hands slipped behind Aurora and quickly unclasped the bra that she was wearing.

I stated, my voice laced with emotions. Aurora took her eyes away from Maya and gazed at me. "And we are both lucky to have you in our lives. When I came here at first, I didn't know how things would turn out for me. I might have been dead but I guess fate had better things in store for me." She glanced at Maya who had already fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. She dropped her in the cot and straightened her legs then turned around to face me.

His gaze swept across the vibrant crowd — until it locked onto hers. Aurora Cunningham stood twenty metres away in a stunning emerald sundress that clung to every dangerous curve of her mixed-race body like liquid silk. The sun kissed her golden-brown skin, making it glow with a light sheen of perspiration. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples visibly tightening against the thin fabric. Long dark waves tumbled down her back, carrying the faint, intoxicating scent of coconut and vanilla.

My heart stopped. "Aurora?"

Aurora finally snapped out of her shock and turned to him, mouth still slightly open. "You…You booked a limousine? Just like that?" Asher smirked, looking completely unbothered. "Why not?" Aurora blinked at him, then back at the limousine, then back at him. "Because it's a freaking limousine, Asher!" Ian snorted at her reaction, clearly enjoying the moment. "Aurora, sweetheart, do you realize who you're talking to? He could’ve booked a private jet if he wanted" Aurora threw him a look before exhaling sharply. She shook her head in disbelief.

Hiccups escaped her lips as she curled into a ball, raising her hand she beat her chest trying to breathe out but nothing helped and finally her mind gave up. The last thing she remembered was seeing a blurry image of her room's door getting roughly opened and the familiar long boots coming before her misty vision before everything turned black. Aurora did have this kind of breakdown before twice, when she lost her mother and the night she lost Ace. After that she suffered from the same pain because of the same man but the reason felt more hazardous to her heart this time. Time skip

🌹Aurora 🌹 The cab’s interior was dimly lit by the city’s early morning glow, a soft amber haze that did little to warm the chill that had settled inside me. I sat silently in the back, my thoughts a tangled mess of dread, uncertainty, and an inescapable guilt. Every mile took me further away from the small apartment I still called home and closer to the world that Damien Sterling and my family had planned for me—a world of glittering wealth and cold obligation.

His fist clenched tightly; he was heartbroken! Aurora lost her patience; her face was icy. "Chester, I will repeat it, just one last time. I will not give her to you. Get out of here." Megan was not in Mount Emei, but Aurora would not hand her to Chester even if she were there. Chester laughed. His eyes were red. "Very well, Aurora. I do not want to cause any trouble since we fought against the New World army together, but if you do not hand her to me, then don't blame me for being rude."

She had helped him, whether he believed it or not, but he wasn’t ready to accept the truth; she was a human and couldn’t be of any help to the Alpha’s successor. “You’re here, finally,” Moira said, seeing Aurora heading towards the mansion’s door. Aurora saw a servant holding on to her belongings, Brynn standing close to the car door. It was a sleek, obsidian-black Aston Martin DBX707. Her eyes widened at the sight of the luxury she was going to be riding back home with. She didn’t know what to say or do, other than to smile back at Brynn, while Luke sat at the driver's seat, staying still with his hands on the wheel.