Fma Armstrong Novels & Stories

He must have been busy. Two young men approached her direction, standing out amongst the crowd of students due to their height and appearance. As they walked, people would occasionally greet them. The person on the right was Lance Armstrong, the young master of the Armstrong family. He was already working at the family business as a director and was highly regarded at the institute due to his influential family background and intellectual prowess. Lance was tall, handsome, intelligent, and wealthy—a desirable figure at the school.

"You target different buyers. One Armstrong's firm wouldn't go for. They have a routine, and you just need to learn it." I'd already learned their routine a long time ago. They went for loud wealth. People who were also desperate to uphold status with their acquisitions. The kind of people who were prone to running themselves down with their own hands. "I heard you own major shares in Armstrong's firm. Isn't helping us potentially sabotaging your own investment?" Arnold asked. "And how do we know you aren't just obtaining information from us to help them?" That... That was a question I'd been expecting. I'd foreseen the trouble months ago.

Officer Perry explained as they stopped by the dead body, the paramedic unzipped the body bag so they could see his face. “I found his wallet and was able to identify him as Gerald Armstrong. He was a rich businessman and lawyer.” Officer Perry explained further as Sheriff Hardin examined his body “Any clue as to what could have happened to him? And who is she?” Sheriff Hardin asked “The wound inflicted on him definitely was done by someone or something but we couldn’t find any murder weapon, and that is his wife. I checked her bag and her name is penny.” Officer Perry suggested with his hands resting on his duty belt

Maybe his resistance is supposed to teach me patience. “I’m a big girl, I can make my own decisions,” I say, folding my arms over my chest indignantly. He arches a brow, the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Big?” I snap my head to look his way, a smile creeping across my face. Holy shit, did mister broody actually just make a joke? “Hey,” I protest, watching his smirk deepen. “I may be little, but I’m fierce.” Brock pulls into the parking lot of the squad complex a few minutes later, taking his usual spot and sliding the gear into park and cutting the engine. He wastes no time in removing his seatbelt and throwing his door open, ready to head into practice without another word.

I immediately brought out my iPhone and took a picture of it, I needed this for memories. Not too long, Alma came in with a man I guess was her brother. He was tall, the depth of his shoulder was greater than the breadth of his shoulder. He threw his legs out at every step he took, aching his back slightly. His facial expression looked funny like he was forcing himself to smile. Alma held on to his arm tightly. I could tell she was avoiding eye contact with me. Suddenly her brother pulled his arm away from her grip and then walked up to me in a funny way, laughing out weirdly.

Mr Armstrong POV Chairman Armstrong's driver pulled up the car in of Mrs Houston's restaurant. "You're sure this is the place he told you?". Mr Armstrong asked his driver to be sure he had received the right address from Addison's driver. "Yes sir." the driver nodded in confirmation. "Okay, I'Il be out soon." Mr Armstrong said before stepping out of his car. He briskly walked into the mini restaurant and sat in one of the empty seats nearest to the window. Zoe quickly walked up to him when he signalled her over. "Good day sir, what can I get you?". she asked politely.

So maybe I’m overreacting, he’s not mine and I’m not his. I’ve been busy working at the diner a lot recently and I actually made some work friends. Amelia who just turned 18 recently, she hasn’t shifted yet, something about it’s better to shift around your mate. An she hasn’t found her mate yet, she’s actually new to our pack and hasn’t really got to meet anyone due to working all the time. Amelia is really pretty and she’s super nice. She has auburn hair, grayish/blue eyes, about an inch shorter than me. An she’s really skinny, toned, smaller boobs than mine, but she makes up for it with her big butt. I laugh with her all the time wishing the moon goddess would’ve blessed me with more jun

"Good." Armstrong reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. The gesture was becoming familiar, intimate. "Because once those papers are served, Vale is going to escalate. He's going to try everything to manipulate you back. Guilt, anger, promises to change." "I know." And I did. I knew Festy better than I'd ever wanted to admit. "I won't go back to him." "I know you won't." Armstrong's hand lingered on my cheek. "Because I won't let you."

Mike grabs my arm and raises an eyebrow at me. "What's up?" "You smell like tequila," he remarks. I roll my eyes at him. "We had a few shots in the back. I'm twenty-two now, Mike. I can handle it. It's the whole point of tonight. Actually, I might even get ridiculously drunk and stumble into the limo when you come to pick us up. Sound good?" "I'm just not used to it, that's all. As promised, I won't bother you. I have some errands to run for Mr. Smith. Call me when you're ready to be picked up. And remember your code—"

All these kinds of speculations appeared one after another. The Armstrong Company was in full crisis and facing bankruptcy. When everyone was speculating about the future of Armstrong Company. Mr. Frodo, the president of Armstrong Company, suddenly held a press conference to announce that Armstrong Company no longer exists. In the future, company would face society in the form of a subsidiary of Davis Company. He had already given 45% of the shares of Armstrong Company to his daughter, Celeste, and the remaining 55% of the shares would be handled by Davis Company.