Eli Clark Novels & Stories

Clark looked forward to the many years he was going to spend with the woman he loved, his best friend, his soul mate, and his cleaner. BILLIONAIRE CLARK. The End...

It was making her look like a goddess flowing toward him. “Mr. Elon, we have a lot to discuss, sir,” Claire stated when she got closer to him. “I’m sure Tabitha filled you in on many things along with Sara and Sylvia,” Blake responded. “Yes, they have, but I want to hear from you,” Claire stated. “What do you want to know?” “Are you the CEO of Elon Trust?” This revelation had troubled Claire for a long time. “And don’t say he wants to stay low-key.” “And why ask what you already know,” Blake said with a smile and got closer to her.

"I'm sorry Sir, but this makes it easier for you to prove to Miss Eve the truth. If Clark says he had to because his sister was sick, we just need to find out about his background. If it's proven that he has a sister, then we need to find-" "I get it!" cut in Gery. "We just need to find out his background and his sister's testimony. If there is one and Robert can just find evidence from Clark himself," he continued and smiled. "Thanks Arnold," Gery said. "I'm not going to let Cheryl ruin my relationship with Eve anymore, she's had enough! Now it's time for me to act!" said Gery. Gery then starts to find out about Clark's family background with Arnold's help. It was easy because there were se

"You scum!" Jeckle cursed, so Clark laughed and said, "Don't be so angry, Mister Jeckle. What I meant was we don't need to worry about Wilbur Penn. This isn't Dasha, after all. We're in Cametra. Also, I'm a peak Sanctuary level cultivator too." Jeckle looked at Clark when he heard that. There was a relieved smile on his face. Clark was like a maniac, and he only loved two things.

His name was Clark Powel, and he was the founder and director of EntertainMEN Magazine. Before deciding to start his own company, Clark worked at a well-known magazine in his country, but one day he suddenly didn't want to be bossed around anymore. He also didn't want to be the person who got paid every month for the rest of his life, instead, he wanted to be the person who paid his employees' salaries.

The lights in the room were switched on and it took him a minute before he was able to see clearly. He noticed someone was standing in front of him and he looked up immediately. His eyes widened at who he saw, “So it's you? How come and you're not even supposed to be out yet! How did you get out?” Mr Clark asked, still staring at the man in front of him in shock. The guy in question turns out to be no other person than Ephraim, he pulled some strings and was able to clear his name. He got out a week ago and no one knows about it yet, he chose to be calm and operate things secretly.

he said, making it clear that distance wasn’t going to be an excuse to stop me from working. "Mr. Clark, this is Marcos, my agent." I couldn’t exactly call him "alpha" in front of Marcos, so “Mr.” felt like the most respectful choice for the situation. "You look familiar," Marcos said, reaching out to shake his hand. "He’s William’s father—and this is Caroline, his youngest daughter." "You know my son?" Clark asked Marcos. "He had dinner with my family last time Eliza was in Heington. Great kid!" "So my son knows?" Clark asked me.

“Then what’s the problem?” Eldrick dismisses me in an instant, turning fully back to Clay. “I build. I don’t fight.” “You fought John Broom,” Eldrick argues. “You flip-shifted.” “I’m telling you you’ve got it wrong. You’re listening to bonfire stories.” “Amir saw it with his own eyes.” Eldrick hikes his chin toward the third Claw, who nods in agreement. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a Ditch. I build.”

I admired her greatly, for she was a woman that was ready to take on anything, no matter the kind of news it turned out to be. “As for Cleveland, your attention is needed as soon as possible, but I've ensured that Claire, your personal assistant, can handle it. Any other thing, I'll get you a laptop and a new phone to work with from here. Your old phone was destroyed after the car crash. Once again, I'm sorry Mrs King. It's good to have you back.” I swallowed hard. Truly, Clark was a gem. Because how was he able to take care of a lot in such a short time?

Generators, maybe. “Elio,” I said without looking away. “Pause it.” The screen froze. Elio’s fingers flew across his laptop. “I’m already searching for abandoned warehouses, factories, and storage units within a thirty-mile radius. Anything with metal staircases and red doors.” Clark finally moved. He placed his hand over my shoulder gently. It grounded me more than I wanted to admit. I leaned into it slightly before I caught myself. Then he pressed his thumb once, like he was reminding me he was there.