Anthony Edward Stark Novels & Stories

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.

Dad asked, shaking his head in question. “You are not the only enemies of the prick D’Angelo. He has killed both my parents who were assigned to initially keep the Eye protected. Somehow, Mattia, his sly dog was the keeper, and that resulted in Eva and Leonardo becoming keepers. Now, as much as I wanted to kill the man, the two brothers stopped me” Alpha Sebastian said, making dad frown. “His blood is yours to take, Alessandro” Dante said, smiling at him “you deserve to see his life leaving his eyes more than anyone ever has…”

"Wait here." I say to my parents before following him to his office. In Alpha Reed's office we sat in the chairs in front of his desk and he sat behind it, but as he stared at us I could tell that he was very unhappy because of the letter and I sighed as scenarios played through my mind of what I would like to do to Tamara right now. Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk.

Eddie cocked a brow in question which led to Ace snickering like a demented fuck again. "Sorry, you must have done your research but still, there's not much you know about me. Let me introduce myself, I'm Ace," Ace pressed his gun to Eddie's temple, a wicked smirk curling his lips as he got into Eddie's face, "the middle Astor brother and the one who sort off has a screw loose. Nice to meet you." "What are you doing here?" Eddie went straight to the point. He never showed fear. That was what was expected of him as the right-hand man to the head of a mafia.

It was horribly impersonal, lacking any trace of memory or childhood. Even under the dim light that sat against the wall of his house, I could see his sharp jawline. The light did no favors for his platinum hair, turning it into a washed-out shade of yellow. Even in the horrible light, Atlas held a certain kind of beauty that was rare in this world. His porcelain skin was blemish free, his face smooth and unyielding. His body was chiseled from marble, hard and stoic as he stood before Alyssa. His full lips were bright with color, but pulled down in what looked to be the start of a snarl.

“Now try not to break my concentration, I have never done this before you know?” He took the other end of the pipe and without even a grimace inserted it into the center of his own brain. Then he closed his eyes. Teddy was shaking now with both fear and confusion. He didn’t know what to think or do. His throat ached from yelling. His heart was beating heavily because he didn’t know what the doctor was up to but he forced himself to stay calm. Anthony opened his eyes. “If this makes you feel any better, I work for the progress of the Dark Storm pack. I respect Maggie Dark Storm more than I respect anyone in this life. I know how important her family is to her. I would never hurt anyone she ca

Dave shouted at him once again. However the only man upon whom Tom has his doubts was Anthony. He is the only capable mutant who could counter the high end security Tom employed in and around the church. The expectation of the unexpected can be done from Anthony Rodriguez. “I will try my best, son.” Tom spoke meekly to Dave.

As Eleanor looked around the house, she once more couldn’t help but marvel at the beauty of the place. “Are they all this huge…” she muttered to herself as her eyes met with some of the guards. They all had this muscular frame and bulky bodies. She was yet to meet one with a smaller body frame. She wondered if they all got it from what they fed or was it from their rigorous trainings. From the little Catherine had told her, she could tell the arrogant rude man that claimed to be her mate is the Alpha and their leader. “Arthur…that’s his name…” she muttered silently to herself. His name alone made her hate him. The thought of home spurred inside of her and she wondered what uncle Bob and her

“Your father must be really proud.” Gabriel nodded, but his expression remained passive. “I guess.” During my probation with Mr. Stark, I’d always wondered which family he came from, so I did a little research—something everyone could find on the internet. Gabriel Stark got his MBA at Harvard, and his father was none other than Elazar Stark—the Chairman of Stark Group, a multinational conglomerate based in New York. It encompasses numerous associated businesses, most of which were joint under the Stark brand. He was one of the richest men in America. However, his second son, Coulson Stark, joined his brother in the thriving apparel brand, which was, of course, founded by Gabriel. They have a

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.