Christopher Argent Novels & Stories

I kept my arms wrapped around her waist, nuzzling my cheeks into her neck, kissing her shoulder from time to time, but she hadn’t uttered a word for the last thirty minutes. Christopher Martin was an excellent agent. He specializes in close quarter combat, applied explosives techniques, rapid assault, counter surveillance, covert communication, precise application of lethal force, unarmed combat, threat elimination; the list of everything he excels in cannot be piled in a single sheet of paper, much less the list of his kills. He was the kind of agent you send to kill a rogue agent from their company, the kind that you send to assassinate a leader of a fucking country without the fear of bei

They were sharp and observant, reflecting his keen instincts and unwavering focus when facing the forces of darkness. In terms of physical appearance, Christopher was a staggering 6'4", with the body of someone who had seen their fair share of action. He possessed a strong, muscular build that spoke of years of training and combat experience. His body was honed to perfection, a testament to his dedication and unwavering resolve. His broad-shouldered frame spoke of strength and determination. As he approached Logan's desk, Logan couldn't help but notice the confident but measured way Christopher carried himself. Christopher took a seat, his back straight and his eyes focused. It was clear he

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”

There was a small gap in between Christopher's hands and it was slowly closing. "A-Ah!" The man cried out as an invisible force felt like it was weighing down on his head. Christopher simply smiled as if in ecstasy. "My name is Christopher Hayden, A Commander of The Black Guard, and the representative sent by Havoc." His smile grew with each passing moment as despair slowly crept over Andrea's face. Christopher opened his palms once more. "It's my pleasure to meet you all!" CLAP! "AAAAH!" The Knight's head exploded, blood and fragments of his skull shot in every direction some splattering Christopher's face, the armor and faces of his friends around him.

“Please show him around.” Derek nodded. “Of course.” "This way," he gestured towards the door. They stepped out together. The hallway felt colder than the office. Glass walls. Muted footsteps. Low murmurs behind doors. Derek walked a half step ahead, posture straight, expression unreadable. “So,” Derek said after a moment. “Investment consultant.” “My name is Mr Christopher Argent.” Chris corrected him. “You travel a lot.” “Yes.” Derek glanced at him. “You don’t look nervous.”

“And this is my brother Ewan, who goes by the handle Shadow.” He bows his head in our direction before he faces Argent again. “I’ve heard a great deal about you both. I’m sure you don’t remember me, Apollo, but you and I worked a case with the National South African Defense Force. I was CIA at the time, and we were working on a counter-terrorism unit investigating a bombing in a local hospital.” Argent’s shoulders lose their rigidity. “I apologize, but I don’t remember you specifically. In my defense, I had just lost my wife and daughter in that bombing.”

Warrior Robbie “You fucking what!” I bellow unable to rein in my anger. I don’t mean to blurt the words out, but Nick gave me the reins of control here, so I’m just going to go with it. “They have my mate.” Alberto huffs out as his body appears to relax. Is he relieved that he told us? My reaction to his words is to call bullshit but something inside of me holds me back. I think Nick was right to want to listen to him before acting because, while I’m not sure if he’s 100% telling me the truth, I’m also not sure that he isn’t.

“What was that thing in the video?” The questions fired off in rapid succession. I lifted my hand to silence the room as I took a deep breath. “I’ve asked you to come so that I could inform everyone that Argentum is focusing on a new project. With my pending marriage to Cillian Harkness, Argentum will be merging with Ark Angel Pharmaceuticals.” A hush fell over the crowd for just a blip of a moment before I found myself bombarded with more questions than I had answers. I raised my hands once again, trying to silence the room.

Michael Shit! My mate is a rogue. What kind of fucking sorcery is this? >Get back to the cellar, Michael! What the hell are you thinking? Our mate is there.< Kol has been nagging me to go back to the cellar for a while now. >I refuse to have her as my mate, Kol.< I said with gritted teeth. I can feel Kol whimpers and my heart stutters at my wolf's pain-filled sounds but I ignore it. I will not mate with a fucking rogue. My wolf keeps on screaming at me to go back to the cellar and get our mate. I can't though. I hate, no I fucking loathe the rogues. They fucking killed my parents and they took Kylie–the woman I've treasured the most, and it makes me mad thinking all the horrible things that

“A woman who has chosen hiding rather than family, you came to play the good guy?” “No.” I tilted my head. “I came to warn you.” His wolf bristled. “About what?” “You’re playing a cold game,” I whispered, stopping his wolf with a flick of my finger. “And you’re losing. You are just failing to see it.” The silence that followed was thick, suffocating even for them. Lorenzo’s voice dropped, dangerous. “To who?” “Xavier Blackthorn.” I locked eyes with him. “And Valerie. The Luna you’re underestimating more than anyone. The weak pawn that you think you can play.”