Christopher Argent Novels & Stories

“I loved him, you know. Christopher and I had something special. Did you ever care for him?” “That’s none of your business,” she replied, keeping her tone as even as his. “Why did you think he stole your money?” “It wasn’t mine,” he replied. “It was ours. We were planning to use it to start a new life together.” “Only it didn’t belong to you,” the Sheriff interjected, checking his notes. “According to this, that money belonged to a drug cartel. Christopher was laundering it for them and stole it.” “So say you.” Chris gave an elegant shrug. “Christopher felt that he had earned it for going over and beyond his duties.”

I wanted to make sure that Seraphina and her parents understood when I said that I wasn't interested again. But it didn't stop after one ring. It continued until I lost count. When I wanted to leave, Alpha Antonio pleaded with me to stay for a while, and he asked his daughter to get us drinks and snacks. I couldn't refuse him, not with the way he pleaded with me, not knowing it was my greatest mistake. Someone drugged my wine. And I ended up passing out. “Clinton!” The slamming of a hand on the table brought me out of my thoughts. As I watched my angry mate, I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell her one thing without risking everything, so I just continued looking at her.

And will always be. —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I debated cancelling Angel's airplane ticket several times last night. I knew and recognized that she had finally realized the painful truth. The previous Ace Kingston wouldn't have cared, seeing it as an opportunity to increase the savagery. But the new Ace, George Brooks, questioned how he'd deal with her.

I gritted my teeth as I stood up and ripped the pliers from his leg, throwing them across the room. "How many were there?" I asked, turning around and facing Christoper again. His skin was paler now, and he was on the verge of passing out. I gripped his shirt and tipped his head up to face me. "How many were there?" I shouted. "Three big guys, I didn't see their faces. The one guy he, he said something about getting his family on his side. So I hid until they thought I was gone, and I followed them out of the abandoned warehouse by the docks. He said something about his daughter being a cop and that if he could get her, then they'd have better access to arrest and hospital reports." I punche

Vincenzo sat behind his desk, the monitor casting a cool glow across his face. He glanced up when I entered and turned the screen toward me. "The student who fought with Luca today. Is this him?" I leaned closer. The face on the screen was unmistakable. The arrogant set of his mouth. The expensive jacket. "That's him," I said. "Marco Argentieri. Father's name is Signore Argentieri. He's Tiziana's cousin." I straightened slowly. Of course. That surname again. I had developed a visceral dislike for it. A family capable of producing someone like Tiziana clearly had something fundamentally wrong at its core, and apparently that extended to the cousins as well.

Whispers erupted across every table like dry leaves in the wind. "Argentis?" a politician near Victoria’s table whispered loudly. "Who owns Argentis?" "No one has ever seen the CEO in public!" a female executive murmured. "Is Argentis even here tonight?" Jamie frowned, leaning toward Giordano. "Argentis? Who is that? Giordano, do you know who that is?" Giordano’s eyes narrowed sharply, his jaw tightening as he scanned the front row. "Accepting on behalf of Argentis Corporation," the host called out, looking directly toward Table One, "we welcome the Chief Executive Officer..."

“Of course, I'm going through a lot. Everyone is a thorn in my side. I try to pull them out, but I can’t. They’re too deep. That’s why I came here—to forget. Just for a moment.” “What happened?” he asked, his voice gentle, almost coaxing. I turned to him, my vision slightly blurred. “Who are you?” “Ares Argento,” he replied smoothly. The name meant nothing to me. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” I said, pouring myself another glass. He laughed, the sound low and almost condescending. “You're the only one in this realm that doesn't know me. But that's fine. That makes it a lot more interesting which makes it better.”

"My name is Christopher. My father is Anthony Wright, director of CZ Holdings in Volaris City. You should be familiar with his name." To be honest, Christopher looked ridiculous. His hairstyle alone had cost over 200, and his custom uniform was clearly expensive. But more than a month had passed since the Frostfall. There had been no bathing and no clean clothes. At best, he looked only marginally better than a beggar. Even so, he still tried to carry himself like a privileged heir. The effect was laughable. Cyrus smiled. "You seem to know the West Ridge organization and its shelter well?"

Then, at a section labelled 'CLASSIFIED - Involvement with 'Argus' Operation 1998', David paused. "Albert Wilson is NOT Albert Wilson. True name: Alex Svoronov. Former Russian nuclear physicist, specialising in defence technology and energy shielding. He is wanted by The Cyclops for stealing a critical prototype known as the 'Argus Key' in 1998. The Argus Key is believed to be the master key to control global underwater communication networks. Maria Santos, true name Lena Petrova, was a former Russian counter-intelligence agent assigned to monitor Alex, but she later fell in love and helped him escape."

I could practically see the sweat forming along his hairline. “What is it?” I snapped. He looked like he was about to pass out. “S-Sir… this is a crime.” I narrowed my eyes. “This is Argentum Enterprises,” he continued, his voice shaking. “Sir, if we get caught…” “Shut up!” My shout echoed through the office. Gregory flinched so hard that he nearly dropped the file. “All you have to do is your job and I will handle the rest.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice into something far more dangerous.