Bart Millard Novels & Stories

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Anthony's mom is none other than my cousin, Cecilia. I couldn't remember her at first. It was so long ago. But I know who she is now. I remember her. When I was just ten years old, she was already being bullied and mistreated by our alpha and Taylor himself. Taylor was a damn sadist from a young age. I'm so glad Marissa didn't stay with him if I'm being honest. Who knows what would have happened to her if she did?

I commented. As Delania and I made our way back out to where the barbeque was taking place it struck me that I didn’t know her full name. “Hey, so I don’t look stupid when I go up there, What is your full name?” I asked. She laughed and said, “Delania Avalynn O’Malley.” I repeated the name to myself a few times to commit it to memory before stepping onto the podium.

❤🐺❤🐺❤🐺❤🐺 She glances over to the counter, walking slowly towards the barista. A tall, well-fit man with dark jet black hair, hazel-green eyes, and a handsome smile that is perfectly paired with gorgeous deep dimples walks up to the counter as well.

The smell of pine trees was carried by the wind and the sounds of cicadas tickling her ears. “It’s too late, what the hell did Maynard do at the training ground at this time of hour?” Agatha complains, then they hear footsteps heading to them. “B-Barrett? Why are you here?” It was Maynard, who was wet from sweat glistening to his sculpted body, he was only wearing faded jeans and was barefoot. He swept his wet hair back and grabbed a towel at the nearby chair. “Do you like my present Maynard? So can you let go of Irvin now?” She smiles sheepishly telling her cruel intention of bringing Barrett in the mansion.

The media was still buzzing with my name, and I wasn’t in the mood to give them more fodder. Ultra sat at a corner table, his laptop open, blue light illuminating his sharp, almost hawkish features. Surrounding him was an array of gadgets and wires that made his table look like a tech shrine. He didn’t even glance up when I approached. “Mr. Vanderbilt,” he greeted, fingers flying across the keyboard. His voice carried that usual detached tone, as if I wasn’t his billionaire employer but just another piece of code he had to decipher. I pulled out the chair across from him and sat, shaking my head. “You could try starting with a hello.”

Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears. "And it tore me apart to see you so sad. I decided to make it my mission to get my shit together for you. Because I wanted you to see that even though I was the total opposite from your pops...a man that had it all. A good family, a good business, and a good career. Then, look at me? A high school drop out, struggling from pay check to pay check. You remember when you came? We lived in the outskirts of town on a rundown mobile home." Russell smiles, lowering his head and sighing.

“I hope it’s not a trap.” “And if it is, are you scared?” I tease him. “Me? Scared? Haa, I can laugh in the face of death.” He bursts out. We don’t need weapons to fight, we have our strength, which is more than enough. We go into the building, and within a few minutes, Oliver uses his sensitive nose to get Alpha Tate’s scent, and we find him. He looks so pale and white. His hands are connected to drips, he’s chained up and hanged lifeless on it.

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

"Sure. How can I help?" Marc had helped her more than once. She owed him a little kindness in return. "Boss took a bullet in his left arm, but he's still working out in the gym like nothing happened. He shouldn't be." Annabelle blinked. "Of course he shouldn't. But since when has Richard Barton ever acted normal?"