Clint Barton Novels & Stories

He was dressed well, in a white shirt and black jacket. "Are you going out on some date?" the Mayor asked, with one eyebrow raised. Clint looked at what he was wearing then replied, "No, sir. Just trying to look my best today." "Anything special happening today?" Jack asked. "It's my birthday, sir." He looked at his handyman for some seconds then burst into laughter. Clint didn't even blink. His face remained stoic as ever. "Your birthday? And you're dressed like this to work because it is your birthday?" Mayor Jack Sparrow shook his head from side to side as if he could not believe the horseshit he was hearing.

“He took everything. He knew about my dad... he knew... and he still did it...” “Then you get up and you take it back!” Jeremy snapped, his voice dropping into a harsh, commanding growl. He didn't let go of my collar. “You don't sit here and let him win. You don't let some broke, pathetic bartender see you bleed. You are Nikolai Carrington. You hear me? They want to call you a monster on the news? Fine. Let's show that bastard what a real monster looks like when you cross him.” Clinton walked back into the living room, holding a glass of water, his face pale as he watched Jeremy's explosive breakdown.

I said without turning. Clint stepped inside, his expression grave, a slim tablet tucked under his arm. He looked like a man who had spent the night chasing ghosts and had finally cornered one. The door closed quietly behind him. “I have it, sir,” Clint said. I turned slowly, my eyes sharp. “Everything?” Clint nodded. “More than enough, sir.” He crossed the room and placed the tablet on the table, tapping the screen until a video file opened. I leaned forward instinctively, tightening my jaw as the footage began to play.

For a moment, the atmosphere was stagnant. The mingling scene not far away felt like it was separated by a barrier. Clayton Sloan’s disgust was undisguised. Whether it was a butler who had been with him for ten years, someone would have to pay for breaking his rules. His words were direct. No matter who Clayton chose to work with, Christian Jenner was far from being qualified. Christian’s face changed a few times. He looked at the butler pleadingly. “Big Brother…”

No wonder Horton kept lingering here, refusing to leave. Lyana probably came over because this place looked safe. It was not long before a middle-aged man wearing a suit of elegant brocade appeared in the side hall with two young men who looked like his disciples. "I'm the villa lord of Snow Reflecting Mountain Villa, Barton Cliff, also known as the Snow Reflecting Divine Blade. Pleased to meet you." Barton looked like he lived a comfortable life. He looked more like a noble than a pugilist. Chase stood up and said, "Nice to meet you, Lord Barton. I'm Chase Collins, the master of the Miracle Doctor Sect."

Matthew Blaise Wright is a hot nerd bachelor, a sporty person, and a software engineer, he’s three years younger than Ezekiel, he is gentle from the inside and outside. Zachary Cyrax Wright is the youngest among the three, a freelance model and a medical student. He is an insolent playboy, he has gone through girls as if he’s changing clothes. No one stays with him, his long relationship lasts a week. “Finally, you arrive. I thought that I will become stone here before you come,” he whispered apathetically. Mrs Wright loosens her grip on his son and laughs at him. “You’re kidding me, my son. If I don’t know your attitude, I might get on what you say but sorry, I know you very well as much as

This time, I stood up, shouting so loudly that an eerie silence fell upon the bar, with everyone's eyes fixed on me. He stood too, his smile unwavering as he approached, his voice barely above a whisper near my ear. "I know the Alpha has chosen another bride, and you're suffering because of it. Why don't you come with me? I can help you win him back, and he'll be completely yours." His audacity enraged me. I struck him with force, leaving onlookers gasping, their eyes glued to the unfolding scene. I grabbed my keys and rushed out of the bar, trying to calm my breathing.

Dean: “Boss,” Valentina, my club manager said, smiling at me. She was in charge of managing the girls at the club, ensuring that they were both safe and tended to their work the way that I wanted them to. “Valentina,” I said, nodding at her before she nodded at Viktor who smiled. She extended her hand to us, inviting us to sit. We both sat down and she nodded at the bartender to get us drinks. I shook my head at her, currently not in the mood for drinking anything. The last thing that I needed was to give into my anger while drunk.

Bart didn't know if his birthday was a good enough reason to bring her home right before midterms. Relief washed over Bart as his mother approached with a friend in tow. “Look who I found,” she said in greeting, shutting down Duke Arden’s potential deal. The nobleman Duke Arden and Bart were talking to, excused himself. “Ethan Maine.” Bart held out his hand, a ghost of a smile on his face. “Hey Barry,” Ethan grinned. He picked Bart up and crushed his arms around his ribs. Duke Arden scowled at his wife.

Suddenly, a hoarse, ghostly voice rang out, making everyone silent: "Wait. This isn't the werewolf your commander wants to find. The werewolf actually you're looking for isn't dead yet." Azura was startled to hear him speak. She leaned over to see who it was and was actually quite shocked, her face stiffening when she realized it was Barton. Not only was he not caught by the police, but he also arrogantly stood in front of the police with a fearless attitude. In the end, how is this? Barton remains outlawed when he does evil and despicable things to her and the children. Azura could see the bewilderment in the eyes of those around her. At this point, the group's leader inquired suspiciously,