Aidan Gallagher 2020 Romane & Geschichten

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.

A man dressed in a blue and black uniform stood at the widely opened gate; Caitlyn guessed the man was his gatekeeper. Immediately the gate opened, he ignited his car's engine and moved his car with such force that Caitlyn fell to the floor, again. “I'm sorry, sir! I'm so sorry,” she watched his gatekeeper apologise while bowing. He ignored the man and simply drove in. Caitlyn rushed over to the gatekeeper. “Can you let me in, please?” she pleaded shamelessly with a smile.

I wasn’t Caitlin Roe anymore neither have i ever been Caitlin Gallagher. *** I didn’t knock. I used the back entrance to Gallagher Industries, the one the night staff never watched, the one I was never meant to know about. My keycard still worked. Sloppy. Aiden's office was dark, but I knew he was inside. He always worked late. Not because he had to. Because he liked the illusion of control, watching the world sleep while he played god behind glass. I opened the door and shut it behind me with a click that sounded too much like a gunshot.

Aida's shop was a haven of color and fragrance, a vibrant contrast to the bleak landscape of my grief. The bell above the door jingled as I pushed it open. Aida, her hair now a snowy white, greeted me with a radiant smile that still held the warmth of the sun. "Damien! My dear boy, it’s been too long!" Her voice was a gentle melody, a comforting balm to my wounded soul. She peered past me, her eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Where's Adrian? Is he waiting in the car? Tell him to come in, it's been a year since I've seen his handsome face."

Aiden stood in the doorway, still in his pajamas, rubbing one silver eye that mirrored Adrian’s perfectly. Adrian let out a low, vibrant laugh, a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. Lila, however, felt her cheeks burn with a deep, scorching shame. She realized with a jolt of horror that Aiden had never seen her like this. To him, she was the untouchable lawyer, the woman of ice and logic. Now, she was flushed, her hair a bird's nest of tangles, looking vulnerable and completely undone by the man sitting beside her.

I gave him a sad smile and nodded. "We'd love to." He smiled and looked at Allen who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. Layton smiled brightly as well then cleared his throat. "Then let's start this. Do you, Channing Stephens, pledge to be loyal to the Greenwood Pack for as long as you shall live?" He asked. I placed my right hand over my heart and my left one in the air as my sign that I pledge. "I do."

Chantelle POV: It had been three months since I left my uncle's house and moved in with Declan. I was finally beginning to feel a sense of peace. For the first time in a long time, I felt safe and cared for. Declan and his staff had been so kind to me, making sure I had everything I needed. I had tried to help around the house, but the maids always shooed me away, telling me to relax. As I sat there, reflecting on my new life, I couldn't help but feel grateful for everything that had happened.

After a brief discussion we decide to do our version of MNEK, and Hailee Steinfeld’s “Colour” Ana comes near the end of the service and hugs Adia and Nova telling them she wants to bring them to buy holiday outfits and that Aiden and I can join them if we would like. This being one of my few Nova filled days I of course join them. This week is finals week, so Nova will likely be very busy studying.

The charming girl took pleasure in their impending misfortune, taunting them about their fondness for Logan. However, the elegantly dressed girl standing beside her frowned and rebuked, "Mind your words, old woman. I've wagered $100,000,000 on Logan." The others were taken aback, their gazes fixed on the young girl. With her light makeup and a touch of sadness in her eyes, she seemed to share Margaret's state of mind. She was Ada, and upon hearing about Logan's challenge, she hurried from her hometown to Lidrashore. "You're just a group of fangirls, aren't you? Did you form a club to support Logan?" The charming girl was stunned, her mouth agape in silence.

Derry went silent for a while trying to process what Devon had just revealed to him. If Mr Adam Shawn's account is still active, who is using it? He thought. "What do you mean the account is active? Who is using it?" Derry questioned. "His daughter, Lily Shawn," Devon announced.