Meet Jaden Arons, he's a trouble kid with a lot of issues and the main one is being in love. Like many seventeen year old kids, he has trouble keeping his desires in check and under control.
How could he possibly do that when the object of his affe...
I AM TREMENDOUSLY HAPPY THAT I'VE GOTTEN SUCH GOOD REVIEWS ON THIS BOOK.
I NEVER EXPECTED PEOPLE TO LIKE IT ALL THAT MUCH, BECAUSE I'M SUCH A MEDIOCRE WRITER AND SOMETIMES MY GRAMMAR IS SHIT. I DID PLACE A LOT OF TIME ON WRITING IT, EDITING IT AND HAVING EXPERIENCED THE ANGER AND THE FRUSTRATION OF THOSE HAUNTING WRITER'S BLOCK. LIKE damn! ---THOSE SURE ARE A BITCH, AREN'T THEY?
I REALLY WANT TO MAKE A 'DEAREST' TRILOGY. IT WILL TAKE SOMETIME TO GET THE BALL ROLLING SO I HOPE YOU GUYS DON'T FORSAKE ME. HAHAHA. I'LL BE TAKING MY TIME TO WRITE THE SECOND BOOK CAUSE IF I ALREADY HAVE SOME GREAT IDEAS BUT THERE ALL OVER THE PLACE.
JUST TAKE A LOOK AT THE MORSEL I FOUND TO BE MY PROTAGONIST. NAME??
COLE MOHR ----- AND YES I DO WANT MORE!!! GO AND CYBER STALK HIM GHOULIES!!
SO... WITHOUT ANY FURTHER DILLY-DALLYING --- HERE'S A TINY SNEAK PEAK TO THE SECOND BOOK IN THE DEAREST TRILOGY.
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UNCLE DEAREST
SNEAK PEAK
Luis Arons. That's my given name. I fucking hate that name. It weighs me down like shackles to this house-like mansion; a mansion as cold as Santa's ass crack. Fuck, it feels like being drowned alive living surrounded by other rich motherfuckers that are so full of it.
In all the 19/20 years of my life, the Arons name keeps bringing me so much misfortune. In this little shitty Scottish city, the last name Arons harbors as much hate as those who bare the Hitler surname. Except, the hate is much more dangerous. My family has made their billion dollar fortune by buying up shares from small companies-make it better and selling it for a higher price. Kinda like parasites; they eat and eat until they completely take over the host only to dispose of it and find another host to eat.
So basically, I've been living as the Arons I was groomed to be. I swear, more than an Arons... I felt like a fucking poodle. I felt like one of those poor show dogs.
Well spoken. Some might call me cultured and sophisticated. A well suited future husband for some woman but if you ask me, my interest in women is at a zero.
After the sun drops, I disappear into the night. I disappear into the danger of the streets and live a life that's as sinful as Sodom and Gomorrah. Do you really blame me? Being an Arons sucks more than you think. So I might as well swallow up that bitch like a pro. Dirtying the precious Arons name is the only thing I'm really interested in doing in theory.
I want the filth show.
I want it to burn.
I want it to hurt.
I want to drown out the Arons child that killed his mother because he's such a fucking follower and deserves to be punished for being such a damn coward. Too bad, there's few out there who's willing to do me the favor.
