Clint Barton Novels & Stories

A fire that melted the knot of anxiety she'd had since Clint's first assault. "Sowhat can you tell me about this Clint?" "You mean as far as his appearance?" "Yeah, but let's start with his full name and description." "All right. His name is Clint Jackson. He's about six feet tall, well built, with black hair and dark eyes. As you might have guessed, he's mean and loses his temper very easily." Her lips trembled and her knees began to shake as the vile memories coursed through her mind. She shook her head. "Does this guy carry any kind of weapon?"

“ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.” The sudden clap of hands echoes in the room, the crisp sound demanding for our attention. Both of our heads turn to stare in the direction of the clap. There at the door stands a fucking tall, handsome man, I can only guess he is 6’4. He is freakishly hot, with a rugged look that makes my knees weak. His jaw is so sharp it can cut through anything “ Quite a show you both have going on,” He says casually as he leans on the door. A huge rugged smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Tell me, Santino, is this her?”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"What else do you remember? What about the incident on the cliff?" Damien looked at his twin brother with teary eyes. "A guy with a long-barreled shotgun. He pushed me." The puzzle of Alpha Darren's past that he had been trying to solve was answered. "I was so confused by my own memories that I blamed myself," he muttered. He smiled wryly. "He wasn't a good father because he just kept quiet without trying to straighten out my memories. He even had the heart to kill his own son. Adam, you really are the definition of the worst father ever.”

This has been an amazing journey from the beginning… You and Joanne are perfect together and I know Karen is perfect for me. “I have no idea Conor. That was absolutely terrifying though- All of today has had me on edge. First with your father… Then with that rogue Mage attacking Karen and finally that random demon going after Jo… I don’t know about you, but I need a damn drink!” Bart sighed. “Alright, I could use a really good drink too now that you mention it.” Conor agreed as he slowly moved away from the sleeping women. He walked over to the door and opened it. Clay bowed to him. “Could you please get the best bottle of whiskey and gin brought up with our dinner?” I should probably get th

A soldier who fears nothing. “I-it’s impossible. . . I never heard them utter Barbara’s name. Even in a photo of dad when he was a little, I didn’t see that he had a sister.” “Dude, I know it’s hard to accept, but why don’t you ask them? Ask them why they have to hide it from you when Barbara is part of your family. “W-what about Clayton’s history? Did you also find anything about him?” He nodded. “On the other hand, Clayton Basilio is Meredith's mother's older brother.”

I can’t even imagine what these cost compared to the pads I put on my BMW. “Nice, ain’t she?” The voice from behind me startles me, and I nearly drop the box as I turn around to see Clint standing there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a cigar. He grins and takes a drag. “All those dumb rappers and their gaudy Lamborghinis, but this will blow any of those pieces of shit away any day.” “Yes.” I nod. “Yes, it will.”

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

Clinton opened the car door and entered. "Is there any bar around here?" "Yes, there is one at the end of the Street. It was just recently launched and I heard that there are so many hot girls who linger around the bar," Clinton voiced out shamelessly. "I have a very big dilemma to solve and all you are thinking about is making out. You've got to be kidding me, Clint." His gaze was solely focused on the car wheel. "I didn't know your problem was that serious, sorry man," he apologized, tapping Ethan on his shoulder.

They were only a few feet away so they heard everything they were saying. “Pat, why don’t you take the Bluetooth out. I’m sure your girl won’t mind you missing a call from her if you win a thousand dollar prize,” Clint, the owner said. He was wearing the same raggedy blue cap that Caitlin had seen him in the first time she had walked into the bar. “What harm is it doing?” Pat asked. “What harm is it in removing it?” Clint asked. Now he looked at Pat with suspicion. Pat exhaled heavily.