Clint Barton Novels & Stories

Benjamin Clayton- Nick Bateman Benjamin Clayton is a powerful character. Being a billionaire, no one dared to hold their heads up around him. He was kind but arrogant at times and respectably held his power. He was often considerate of people’s feelings, whether it pertained to his business world or personal life. The close people around him could vouch for that.

" Barton cast an affectionate glance at Jana, his face lighting up with surprise. When he looked at me, his arrogance and smugness were completely unconcealed. Beside him, Trenton puffed up with pride.

“Late. Past midnight. I saw... shapes near the well.” “What kind of shapes?” Elder Corvin asks, leaning forward, his face pale and sweaty. “Two men,” Barton whispers. “One was wearing a cloak with a heavy hood, so I couldn’t see his face. But the other one...” He pauses and risks a glance at me. “The other one was very tall,” Barton says. “Golden hair. And he had a limp.” The air leaves the room. “Did you see his face?” Vorlag presses. The man blinks, breathing unevenly before his lines come back to him. “I saw a scar,” Barton says. “On his cheek. The moonlight caught it.”

Alex Sebastian collected a huge amount of Loan from Clint Empire twelve years ago when he started his company and could not pay it back. Ten years ago, Gabriel Clint who was the founder and CEO of CLINT EMPIRE lost their first son and the second had to go to jail for the murder of his only brother, this left the parents devastated and when they could not bear it, they lost their life as a result of the shock. When Gabriel's younger brother took over the company, Alex Sebastian felt elated feeling that he no longer had to pay the loan. But to the astonishment of everyone, The murderous son who was convicted of ten years in imprisonment comes back after five years, Cruel, brutal, and ready to

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.

"Fire me if you want, just know that you're done for." Trevor took note of his confidence and seemed visibly relieved. I watched the two of them leave, their personal belongings in boxes, and thought to myself, go on then, show me what you've got. ... Clint had been gone for half the day. It turned out he had left to hold a press conference. When I got home, I turned on the TV, hoping to zone out for a while, and there he was, dressed to the nines, taking questions from a crowd of reporters.

“How did you navigate the storm?” “I didn’t.” His eyes seemed to glaze over, misting with tears as he recalled a time from long ago. “But eventually, boy, the wind passed. The rain lessened. But I…” He paused again and drew in a shuddering breath. “I lost myself in the bottom of a bottle, Nathan. I was a coward, and I hid from reality. I nearly lost what little I had left.” My eyes widened at Clint’s revelation. “Clint, I had no idea…”

Jack said as he sent a text to his housekeeper. Clint shook his head. "She left about an hour ago." Clint vanished for a minute, and when he returned to Jacks study, dressed as a poster boy for vampires, in his long black leather coat and leather trousers. Under the black leather stetson, his long black hair flowed over his shoulders.