Cregan Stark X Reader Novels & Stories

Stan assured. There's one thing I know about Stark, and that was the fact that he wouldn't dare to make problems on a very important occasion such as this. I waited patiently for Stark and Alan, who cake all the way to where I sat. I signaled for an extra seat to be provided for both mortal enemies of mine. Not only that, I saw another man among then, especially next Stark. Though I've not met him before, from the pictures shown to me while I was investigating Stark, it turns out that he was Alpha Tristan.

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’ Star reminded me, giving me the strength I needed. A loud cry of pain escaped my throat when I felt the skin of my thigh ripped. Xander clawed at my leg to let some blood drip. My eyes were blurry from my cries, but I looked around us and memorized the faces of the seven men watching us. I will kill all of them. ---- AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading 💖 Please trust the process. This is the lowest point of the book so we have no way but up from here. 💖

“Thank you for having us over.” I set my fork down. Not like I’d been eating anyway. “You invited yourselves,” I replied. “I simply chose not to throw you out.” Cruz smiled and leaned back in his chair. "For that, we are grateful," he said. I shrugged lightly but didn't respond. I know Cruz. He didn't work for me. Hell, he didn't even work for himself. He was still a henchman to a bigger name. A name I didn't know yet.

After a long pause, a groggy voice said: “Caitlin. I was wondering when you would call.” “I’m sorry,” she said. “For storming out like that. You were just trying to help me. I realize that. But when you talked about stopping Scarlet…well… I couldn’t hear it. I still can’t. I won’t entertain the idea of stopping her. Never. I’d rather kill myself first.” There was a long silence on the other end. “I think I’ve found another way,” she added. “Tell me.” “Have you heard of Vairo’s De Fascino Libri Tres?” she asked, hoping, praying, that he had.

I think I liked it. After the introduction, I went outside for some air because it suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. Leaning against the wall, I tried to get my head back on track. Marcus is my true love. Kane might be a fool, but he is my father. The Iron Revenants are the enemy. Grave Maddox is… is… is the enemy. He is the enemy. I kept repeating it to myself when the back door opened, snapping me out of whatever the hell I was doing.

"You're honoring my choice, even though it's destroying you. That takes more strength than fighting." "It doesn't feel like strength." His thumb brushes across my lower lip. "It feels like slowly bleeding out." I kiss him again, softer this time, savoring. "Tell me something happy. Please. I need to remember you like this, not just the pain." Stark is quiet for a moment, then smiles slightly. "There's a female rogue who keeps bringing me food because she thinks I'm too thin. An old elf named Elara who tells terrible jokes. Marcus, the alpha, is actually decent despite looking like he could crush skulls with his bare hands." His expression softens. "And every night, I dream of you. Sometimes

The chyron below screamed in bold letters: “Damian Reeve and Kella Dane: A Union of the Century.” The words slammed into me like a physical blow. My fork clattered to the table, dessert forgotten. My hands shook. My heart felt like it had been replaced with a fist, tight and cold. “West…” I whispered, my voice trembling. Panic clawing up my throat, threatening to choke me. My vision narrowed. “I… I can’t…”

‘Revenge sex. I snorted out loud at that one. Revenge sex? With who? Jace was the only man I’d ever let close. No male friends, no flings, no one. Just me — pathetic, faithful, and now apparently obsolete. By the time I pulled myself together, Mr. Stark was seated on the couch, surrounded by files and his laptop, a half-empty glass of something dark sitting beside him.

There was also the unsettling feeling growing in my chest since that phone call—an energy that made it impossible to sit still, like something inside me was demanding to act or scream or just get out. Evie sat next to me in the chair, usually calming but today just adding to the tension. She was handling her own questions about Calla’s disappearance, her lawyer instincts working overtime to keep from saying anything that could harm my sister. “What about Kane Drax?” Stacy asked, pulling out a photo that looked like it was taken from surveillance. “Your sister has been seen with him multiple times. Do you know what their relationship is?” Their relationship—how could I possibly explain to fed