Gerard Argent Novels & Stories

That is unfortunately the same as the perver Gerald 😭😭😭. See you💋💋💋💋💋💋

"I'm not senile; I know he's from the Alessandro lineage." Gerald waved him off. "That's not what I mean," he said. He took a sip of the water on the table, opened the bottle cap, drank a quarter of it, and then spoke again. "Don't you know what they're saying about Chris?" he asked, which Gerald answered with a shake of his head. "Chris Alessandro is a gAriana. That's why he didn't want to stay in Indonesia, because he's avoiding his father. He doesn't want his family and his father's clients to hear about that scandal."

Realising the situation, I quickly grab the mobile back and talk to Gerrard. "Ah! Let me speak to him! Yeah, he's Gerroto, okay?" I show Gerroto, pointing to the taller male, "He's a little early for regular medications. I'll let you talk to them again later, okay? Bye!" The phone call ends on a hasty note.

She had a bath towel folded over her arm. “We were on a date,” Gerard started. “Shut up!” Liv yelled. The jaguar turned back to Gerard, his head lowering to move closer to her pathetic date. “Karel!” Gerri said with authority. “I told you about this.” “Gerri,” Liv said, “he came to my rescue.” She pointed at Gerard on the ground. “This jerk has a hard time understanding the word no.” Gerri’s eyes glowed gold. She raised her brows and a feral look came over her face.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Nicholas cleared his throat, stopping his brother from saying a word, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were not going to end well if we proceeded like this. “You know, the last thing that is going to make things work, Dante D’Angelo, is the two of us arguing like we are two chickens in a barn.” I said, and he rolled his eyes. “I am an Alpha, and even a chicken is a toy for me to hunt.” He said, and I shook my head at him.

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

“Like your mate? I’m sorry, my name is Amoux, not Gerard. People say that to me and I don’t even want to think about it because I don’t know the guy you are talking about. Just consider me his doppelgänger, ok. Stop following me or else, I will inform Garold and tell him that maybe you want to have an affair with me. We both know he wouldn’t take it easy with you. You know how he behaves.’ “Amoux, what is going on here?’ We both went still, our eyes widened as we both turned to where the voice came from. Gerard. He was in baggy black trousers, a baggy white designer shirt. His straight white hair was at shoulder length. His his arms decorated up with tattoos. He was breathtaking and his lips

Maria Maharani stood trembling in the corner, while a man in a black Brioni pointed a gun at her. “That's...” Marcus gasped. “Impossible,” Vic shook his head. “That's...” “Gerard van der Meer,” Dufort finished. “Or at least, the man we know as Gerard.” “What do you mean?” Dufort pressed another button. The screen displayed a scan of an old passport. “The real Gerard van der Meer died in a skiing accident in the Alps in 1998. His identity was then assumed by operatives of Les Roses Noires.”

retorted Gerald in a confident tone. “Talk is cheap, kid! Regardless, you seem to be itching to die! With that in mind, I won’t be going easy on you! State your name!” scowled the representative as he glared at Gerald. “The name’s Gerald Crawford! And what’s yours? Hopefully I won’t forget who you are if we ever meet again in the academy!” replied Gerald. “How ballsy! Alight, listen up! My name’s Ferdinand Gagne, and I’m the class monitor of the fifth elite class!” roared Ferdinand.