Clint Barton 소설 & 이야기

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."

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

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.

“You need to find out from Bart everything he knows about this Claudia Jackson.” Nodding, Simone moves from his embrace to leave; “It’s about time the two of you stopped having sex long enough for me to talk to you” Bartholomew snickers from the chair next to Tiffany’s desk. “Jealous?” Emmett smirks as Simone rolls her eyes at them both. “Come in” he adds, as Simone turns to head back into the office. “Dr Bart has saved the day” “I’m still not calling you that” Emmett injects, into Bartholomew’s comment. “Who’s Claudia Jackson?”

"Last time I let things go because the team asked me to. I accommodated that. I won't be accommodating anything after tonight." "I just—" Claire's voice fractures. "I just like you, that's all I ever—" "Stop using that sentence." Something shifts in his expression—not anger anymore, something closer to exhaustion with a hard edge. "It doesn't explain anything. It doesn't excuse anything. And frankly, it makes this worse." He looks at Clayton. Clayton has been holding his hand over the mark on his cheek, which is still clearly visible and will be more so tomorrow. "She hit me first. You saw the state she was in—you really think someone that drunk could—"

Barton said bluntly and turned away. “No. No. No. You can’t say that. Dylan loves me!” Elana cried desperately. Barton turned back to stare at her. His expression was neutral. He didn’t seem angry or upset but he didn’t feel pity either. “Get a hold of yourself, Elana. Have some self-esteem.” Barton said sharply. The words hit hard. Barton walked towards the door,” I’m done talking. I’m late for training, goodbye.” With that, he left.