Novel & Cerita Cregan Stark X Reader

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

explained Regan, who was still sitting proudly in front of them as she sipped her tea. "Umm, good tea," said Regan with a small smile. "I told you, I don't want anything to do with Carlo. Why do you have to involve me?" screeched Lugga furiously. "Because only you have the motive to destroy him. So let's make a partnership," said Regan. "What if I don't want to?" screeched Lugga. "Then right now I'll break your head and take your head to Carlo, and don't forget to sign this file," Bastian said, throwing the file on the table. "That way, Carlo will give me what I want."

“Your father must be really proud.” Gabriel nodded, but his expression remained passive. “I guess.” During my probation with Mr. Stark, I’d always wondered which family he came from, so I did a little research—something everyone could find on the internet. Gabriel Stark got his MBA at Harvard, and his father was none other than Elazar Stark—the Chairman of Stark Group, a multinational conglomerate based in New York. It encompasses numerous associated businesses, most of which were joint under the Stark brand. He was one of the richest men in America. However, his second son, Coulson Stark, joined his brother in the thriving apparel brand, which was, of course, founded by Gabriel. They have a

Hellooo Loves, it’s been a long time, hasn’t it? I apologize for the late update but thank you so much for being patient with me. We’ve now come to the end of Arabella’s and Alexander’s story but as seen, Dex’s and Veronica’s isn’t over yet. There’ll be a short book attached to this one for Dex’s and Veronica’s story. Then after their story is done, we’ll have bonus chapters on Alex and Ara, where we’ll get to know about their lives after high school. This will not be now, though because I’ll be completing my other book—My Stepbrother—in June along with writing my new book.

And not to mention, the killer looks. Unlike Moon and Sky, Lexi was a complete gay, considering a fact that he never looked at any girl. For him Moon and Sky were more than anything and Conrad could see he was glowing with happiness. “What happened, Xan? Something happened at the school”? He was in high school, studying engineering on scholarship to be selected in the same university where his fathers had studied. “No not at school, dada”. Xan laid down, head in his lap. “What happened”? “It’s Pa’s birthday next month and he is going to be 40”. Xan told.

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“Mr. Harrison, you think so highly of yourself that, right? So let me tell you something about Stark company, which I am confident you didn’t know before. Stark industries have its branches in Australia, France, and Canada also, more than six branches in America, including New York and Los Angeles.” “These branches weren’t discovered by you people because you all were ignorant and reckless; you even don’t know that post Mr. Stark’s demise it was under their government’s supervision since that day and according to Mr. Stark’s legacy it could only be claimed by Skylar after she completes her 23rd birthday. Now, these branches are under my wife’s supervision.” “It’s better for you people that t

Mystic Dragons had an even stronger sense. I knew what was going on the moment that she called me. Our paths were converging in the most unexpected way. Maddox Stark, son of the illustrious Calvin Stark, was someone that I wanted to help but fate warned me against intervening. He would be freed when the time came all because of his mate.

So often in fact, that I had grown used to him finding a loophole out of our ideas, and finding more and more ways to torture me. Xavier turns my face to his. He runs his hand along my cheek, pulling me in close. He knows as much as I do that this would just be like Craig. Finding a way out of this once more. Craig is relentless in his mission to make me suffer. He's like the cockroach that can't be killed. The hydra that only grows another head after each strike. It feels absolutely impossible that he could actually be dead.

we both snickered under our breaths. “Spread your legs,” Mr Stark whispered with a smirk. I groaned. “Only if you promise to touch me,” I remarked. “Seriously baby,” he said shaking his head. “This is wrong. No sexual action. You’re sick,” “I heard orgasms are healing,” I smirked. Mr Stark chuckled. “It’s not wrong if the patient consent,” “What am I going to do with you?” he said pulling my legs apart. I fought back a shudder when his eyes settled between my legs. He cleared his throat, clearly affected just as much.