Anthony Edward Stark Novels & Stories

Alex POV I watched as her soul was crushed from the information Creed decided to hold from me. It was like watching that lovely spark in her eyes deem to darkness. The worst part is I don’t think I’ll be able to fix it. Once the doctor gave her permission to see him, she hasn't left his side, not to shower, or eat anything. The state he’s in, he hasn't opened his eyes yet. He’s coded a couple times but I’ve been told his wolf is doing everything he can to help him stay alive. We still don’t know why his wolf hasn’t shifted until now. Once he wakes up we are hoping we can get some more information from him. Sitting next to the door of his room, watching my mate hold her brother's hand as she

"I'm Easton Stark, an elder of the Stark family in the Secret Sect." Chase frowned slightly. He had never heard of this person before. "I'm here only to save Ellen. You need not worry," Easton added, his tone calm and reassuring.

Meanwhile, Doctor Owen felt as though ants were gnawing at her heart. I’m just so unlucky to have met this mother-daughter duo. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to worry about this every single day. I’ve heard of Cameron Stark, who’s famous for being cold and ruthless when he does business. If he takes revenge on me secretly… “Mr. Stark, I’m very sorry to tell you that Mrs. Stark’s baby wasn’t meant to survive from the very beginning.”

Left with no choice, Edward decided to ask Arthur for help. "It's a great honor to have you at our house Mr Stark." Edwards' father said, with a smile. He glanced at his son. He couldn't believe his son had made friends with the famous Mr Stark. He didn't believe him when he said he hung out with Arthur Stark. Smiling weakly, Arthur replied. "Thanks, I'm honored as well." Arthur took a sip of the juice. Slowly lowering the coffee from his mouth, he gently sat the cup down, and looked at Edward, before turning his eyes to look at Arnold Kroos. "Um,.. so can we get to business?" Arthur asked, his voice was so humble. Even though the kroos's wealth was nowhere near him, he still respected them

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.

And it's all because we're too stupid to see that love is the answer, not the problem. I'm standing there when I see something move on the other side of the river. A figure in the shadows. My hand goes to my weapon. The figure steps into the moonlight. And I see his face. Pale skin, dark hair. Red eyes that glow in the darkness. It's him. It's Stark. He's escaped. And he's here.

She has no idea I've been using it for something else entirely. Something that might save my life. I've been researching Tony Stark whenever Alex and Sarah leave the house. At first, I was terrified I'd find nothing, that Sarah was right about him being just a fantasy my damaged brain created. But he's real. Anthony Edward Stark, billionaire businessman, owner of Stark Industries. He exists. The photos online don't look exactly like the man from my dreams, but close enough to make my heart race. Same dark hair, same intelligent eyes, same confident smile. Either my subconscious picked up on his image somewhere, or the dreams were real somehow.

Blake emitted a dark undercurrent of violence too, but it seemed more calculated and sharp—like a blade rather than a hammer. “Blake has leverage on a lot of the Wolves here.” Ethan’s eyes harden on the candle that flickers on the bedside table, as though it displeases him, before he continues. “He’s got something on Vladimir. I don’t know what, but if anyone can keep him in check without me murdering him and losing his clan’s support, it’s Blake.” When Ethan opens the wardrobe, a low growl rumbles in his chest. It’s full of clothes. “The prick knew I’d agree to you staying here,” he says. “He’s had someone prepare the room.”

The adults were occasionally glancing at Mr Stark, making small talk that he made it his mission to shut down. They decided to take business back into the building. Anthony grabbed my arm before I could go into the office. I looked between him and Mr Stark, who was looking at Anthony’s hand on my arm. “Hi Emmanuel,” Anthony greeted Mr Stark, waving at him with a huge smile. “You don’t need him in there, right?” he asked him. “I could use a friend,” Mr Stark eyed him for a moment too long before he disappeared into what looked like an office, shutting the door behind him. “Great, come with me,” Anthony said turning to walk back the long passageway.

If the Navy SEALs and CIA operatives ever got together and had babies, this is what they would grow up to be. They straightened as we walked in. Britt's whole face brightened when she looked at Edi. Britt was the amalgamation of Natasha Romanoff and Betty White. She was also Edi's mother. In her late sixties, she was one of the oldest members of our family. She preferred not to play any of the games for leadership, happy with her role. She baked delicious pies and cakes and confectionaries. But watch out for the poison that might or might not be laced through them.