Raney Aronson-rath Novels & Stories

“ The company is filled with sexy secretaries who can take care of anything for me . No need to concern yourself that much . “ said Aron with a smirk . Ayla looked at him in a tired way as she couldn’t deal with him anymore . “ Aron , can you be nice ? “ said Amra . “ Amra can you not be so annoying ? “ said Aron . Aron finished the last secrecies then pushed the notebook towards Ayla . She started to check the notebook and was impressed by how he had managed to solve all the problems in just an hour and a half . Ryan and Noah were also surprised when they saw Ayla marking all the exercises correct . “ Here ! “ said Ayla . “ Hmph ! “ smirked Aron with a satisfied expression . Ayla looked at

But right now this semi God in front of me watched me with a mix of curiosity and amazement. Then it struck me. I didn't say a word. Somi quickly stood up and offered him my hand. "Yes, I am so sorry I was just lost in my thoughts. My name is Racheal Bigsby." "Nice to meet you Miss Bigsby. My name is Aron Mates. I am the CEOof Code hack. Would you follow me to my office so we can start the interview?" "Nice to meet you too. Of course Sir. Lead the way."

Andrew said, enthusiastic about the fight. "Good evening. Welcome to The Patio at Rudy's. My name is Raine, I will be your server this evening. Can I start you guys off with a drink and appetizers?" the young girl with black hair and beautiful tanned skin, full lips, and hourglass body features says, holding menus and handing the, out to us. "Yes, can I have a glass of Chardonnay?" Phoebe says. "I'll have a beer." uncle Fred orders.

Ashton asked as he looked at Theo. “Yes alpha, she is!” By now Theo wanted to hurry home and check which month of the year it was. Has his alpha been possessed by something? He has never seen him with such a gentle expression. Theo could not be blamed because he did not grow up with Ashton thus he did not have much understanding of him. He had been spotted by Ashton when he was training the recruits. His fighting prowess and his ability to stand the harshness of time made Ashton appoint him as his beta.

A shocking thought crossed through my mind, how long had it been since I'd seen her look this good? Yes, she did dress up once in a while, but never had I seen her skin look so radiant and her eyes held a hint of something I couldn't place whenever she looked sideways. My eyes followed her gaze, flickered towards the older man sitting beside her, tall, silver-haired a dashing face and an even striking name to booth—Aaron Warner, Founder and ex-CEO of A.R.W the second largest company that dealt with anything and everything, from tech to fashion, ARW was your to go and Aaron had single-handedly created that company from scratch. Despite his age, his features remained hauntingly beautiful, simi

Raveen was not well-known to everyone. Regrettably, what she believed turned out to be incorrect. She didn't realize that Raveen was really famous. Very well-known, especially among those people who worked with Rael. Nobody hadn't know Raveen. Aron was one of Rael's partners who was assigned the task of operating on Lavina's eyes. "Raveen? Of course I know. Why did you ask?” The answer that Aron gave, made this girl's eyes widen. She was so surprised.

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

Azraiel paced back and forth in his office, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the large windows. His mind buzzed with the recent discoveries about Charlotte’s pack and the disturbing link between the Blue Orchid Pack and the Black Onyx Pack. He needed answers, and there was only one person who could provide them: his Aunt Caitlyn, the keeper of their family's histories and secrets. The phone rang a few times before a warm, yet slightly weary voice answered, "Hello, Azraiel. It’s been a while."

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

Rona—her personal maid—had done her hair in an intricate Greek goddess braid, insisting that it would emphasize Raellyn’s elegant neckline and project the commanding grace of the lady of the house. Rona’s prediction wasn’t entirely wrong. The moment she sat across from Arnav at the dinner table, Raellyn noticed a subtle flicker in his gaze. It was fleeting, but she caught it. Yeah, she always did. She was nothing if not observant. She had become finely attuned to even the most minute shifts in expression.