The Mitchells Vs The Machines Aaron Novels & Stories

Elara had the back covered. It was all going perfectly. Until they stepped inside. Until the lights flooded on. And they realized— They were expected. Maya’s stomach dropped. The warehouse was packed with men. Armed. Waiting. And in the middle of it all, at a table, like a king on his throne — Aaron. Her brother reclined, cool, inscrutable. His pistol lay next to a glass of whiskey. He smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Aaron backed a little with protesting palms, “Woah… Madam. Please handle your words with care. Don’t break any innocent heart with your piercing words.” Mrtyu eyed him, “I am sorry that I wanted to call you a pervert…” Aaron smiled at her, “Apology accepted.” Mrtyu continued her words ignoring him, “…You are more than a pervert.” Aaron shrunk his smile beamed face, “Seriously, Mrtyu, do I look like a pervert? Do you know who I am?” “Hum hum, don’t tell me you are suffering from memory loss…” She chuckled at him. Aaron calmly observed her happy-faced expression and remarked, "Amusing by mocking me? Are you pleased now? Can you please stop treating me as a criminal who committed a terrible cri

And I can see Miguel tapped his shoulder. I actually never see Aaron break down. Did he actually love my sister? Cause to be honest sometimes he just acting like he doesn't. ***

“Stop it Aaron! I’m telling you the truth!” “Lightning Surge!” Aaron snapped in my ear. I yelled from the amplified pain and felt my resolve weaken. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed tightly for a few minutes. “Why should I believe you when you have already shown me your true colors?! You’re nothing but a back stabber to every Mage who has been fighting against those monsters, Karen! We’ve killed thousands over their soldiers since they attacked us! We have been working so hard to take back Mazifik and here you are protecting them!” Aaron shouted enraged. “It’s time for you to die!” He hissed pulling back for a second power punch. “Never! Star Beam!” I croaked hastily as he

Bastard. There was no way I am dealing with her tonight. Tonight I am supposed to lay back and enjoy myself. Not pry off a crazy stalker. "There you are, Aaron. I wanted to introduce you to my friend Ariana," Macie smiled and motioned at a girl with black curly hair. "This is my boyfriend Aaron, and this is...Bella. Wait, why is Bella here?" Macie raised her eyebrows. "Jane invited her," I said. I was annoyed.

I swallowed each pill with the water, the cool slide against my throat grounding me in a way the shower hadn’t managed. I set the glass down. My voice came out low, softer than I intended. “Talk to me.” For a beat, nothing. He just stared, the silence stretching sharp and taut. Then, finally, his chest rose and fell with a heavy sigh, and he obeyed. “I’ve never had a vendetta against Dorian,” Aaron said, voice rough like gravel dragged across stone. “Not really. I didn’t care enough to. He wasn’t worth my focus until he decided to make himself my opponent.”

Mitch was accommodating, clearing a booth for us and sent two bottles of whiskey, two glass tumblers, and a bucket of ice for us to enjoy. After a copious amount of alcohol, Aaron loosened up, dancing in his seat to The Killers - Mr. Bright Side. “I still got it, man-see this.” He pointed to his chest. “There’s life in the old dog yet.” “Hey! You’re not old—jeez!” I took a mouthful of whiskey. The numbing feeling had kicked-in, no longer burning my throat as I knocked it back. Aaron crooned in time with the chorus, missing a few keynotes in the middle. It sounded like a dragged out slur. Then he picked up the last few lyrics toward the end. It occurred to me that he didn’t know all the words

Aaron calls out as they drag him toward the door. Miguel looks back. Terrified. "If you warn her. If you tell her what's happening. If you do anything except exactly what I've instructed..." Aaron's smile is cold. Empty. "I'll kill Ariel first. Make you watch. Then I'll take my time with you." Miguel nods. Stumbles. Gets dragged out of the room. The door closes behind them. Aaron returns to his desk. Lights another cigar. Crosses his legs. And smiles.

“I used to think you were invincible. That your power meant security. But now I see—it only covered the rot underneath.” Howard stepped forward. “And what about your family? Your name? You’re willing to bring all of it down?” Aaron’s hand touched the doorknob. “If that’s the price of justice for Marie’s father, I’ll pay it.” And with that, he opened the door and walked out. Back in his room, Aaron slipped the recorder onto his desk, labelled the file, and uploaded a copy to a private cloud. Just in case. His hands shook only slightly now, less from fear, more from adrenaline.

Lucius took another step further, “When Mercedes failed to return after her mission, I knew you had killed her, and I am still yet to figure out how you did it. I thought getting payback would have to wait, but fate works different from ours.” Aaron’s teeth gritted, and he surged towards the coward of an alpha to attack, but the sage stepped before him in protection. “Stand back, Alpha,” he said, and stormed towards Aaron instead. Aaron tried to catch himself, but he had already made the move, and there was no going back at this point. The sage never made it close to him because he was blasted back far from him and fell to the ground. Aaron turned around and found Ivan, and Miguel approachin