Anthony Edward Stark Novels & Stories

"Love?" But then our conversation is disrupted when Eren walks in the kitchen, giving us a polite nod. That strange sensation in my stomach is back at the sight of him. It must be because of what happened last night. But I can't deny. He is looking so enticing in his grey sweatpants and black vest which puts to exhibition his delicious tanned, muscular arms. How good must it feel to have those arms wrapped around your body. Damn Hayat, you need to stop this! Eren opens the fridge, takes out a bottle of coca cola and guzzles it up.

He took his death over the betrayal. Mr. Stark was aware that the wolves and other shape-shifters would fall in danger once their location was traced. He was certain that intense hunger for more power would lead him to do things not predicted and to stop it once and for all, he took a silver bullet in his heart rather than communicating their pack's location. Reyne had cried. Bellowed such that the walls of the basement shivered. Her helpless yelling had stunned the spectators who were watching her father die his death after a long while of painful struggle.

“Stop acting cool. You are one of the enemies I have, and you know that.” Before I could say more than one word, I felt a surge of energy in me. I shut my eyes as I was unable to get over it. It was stronger than that of a beta like him. “I felt this surge of energy when I woke up in the hospital. It's an Alpha energy and not a Beta." I thought and opened my eyes. “I believed it was Prince Kelvin—and Tyrion is a Beta and not an Alpha.” I blinked as he took away his palm from my body….his perspirations dropping on the floor.

Calista’s POV “You can’t walk. You are paralyzed at this moment, so the Alpha King ordered the servants to prepare your meal for the meantime.” Alpha Jacob tilted his head, his gaze narrowing as I tasted a spoonful of the soup from Mellisandrei without looking away. My eyes tracked the familiar, ornate gold of his royal tunic. Only now did I realize he had changed back into his formal clothes. With a stern expression, Jacob sat confidently on his chair, looking effortlessly good without even trying.

He deserved better than this, a meaningless death left as a twisted warning. “We need to get him back,” I finally said, voice heavy with restrained emotion. “And I want everyone on high alert. Whoever this ‘T’ is, they clearly have power, dark power, and they’ve declared war.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “We’ll find them. Whoever did this will pay.” “Yes, they will,” I agreed coldly, looking once more at the ominous message hovering above Caleb’s lifeless form. I did my best to try and shut my humanity off. I was not going to show them any weakness, not right now.

And those frequencies were screaming. #RogersStalker was trending globally at number one. Not #RogersEspionage. Not #GenevaAttack. Their names, fused together. He tapped it. A video clip, already with millions of views: the moment Anton turned to him during the press conference. “I trust Sabatine Stalker with my life… He is my partner in this fight.” The clip ended on a freeze-frame of Anton’s face, the expression there stripped of all billionaire aloofness, raw with a conviction that was terrifying in its intimacy.

Despite the salt and pepper grey hair, Connor’s movie star looks make him seem ageless in a way that had me thinking he would have still been just a touch too young to fight in that battle. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to.” He says. “I may have some additional insights that your parents or Leader Bruno don’t, and given how close this guy,” he says, motioning to the deceased human still lying on the ground, “was found to my pack lands, I’d like to be a part of thinking through next steps. Have you contacted COWS yet?”

He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear. What? This lunatic has been making a call this entire time. “Hey! Psycho!!” I yell, staring daggers at him but he ignores me, talking back to the person on the line. “Tell the stupid director that if it's money he wants, he should name a price so we can get this deal fucking finished. I’m running out of patience!” Oh! He’s not a normal psycho. Just a rich stupid one. “Hey! I’m talking to you!!” I reach to his right ear, snatch the phone out of his hand then smash it on the ground. “Now I have your attention. You hit-”

Pulling from a place of my own confidence, I knocked on the door. “Come in.” Delta Jeremy’s voice sounded from the other side, and I quickly entered. “Harlow, thank you for coming by to see me. I am glad that Trudy passed along the message. She isn’t always very trustworthy, I’m afraid, when it comes to passing along messages.” He stood from behind the desk and walked around the front, leaning back against the desk. For a Delta, he was quite large. He was stronger and taller than the Gamma and Beta. I had no doubt that he could easily best either of them in a fight. The golden hue to his eyes softened his look, but his mere presence demanded attention and respect.