Gerard Argent Novels & Stories

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Everyone was stunned when they saw the name. Who was Gerard? There was only one line of introduction in the memorandum. He was a senior researcher of the Morning Dew cosmetics series. He would be in charge of a central part of the company or perhaps the entire company. Anitha was utterly stunned when she saw that. She knew Gerard well. He was a scourge with no solid technical work. He did sloppy work and flirted with female colleagues all day long. She was ready to fire him because of that. He had only been in the company for two months.

That makes sense. "Well, good for them, but that's enough talk about Cain and Asheron. Those names are officially banned from our conversations from now on," I say, because I'm still mad. Even more so now that I know they're not in danger of dying, "Gerard... tell us something about you." "I don't love being a distraction," he starts in the same deadpan way he speaks all the time, "I'm thirty. A male. I work for King Eugene. I don't like snails. I hate Paris. I want to go back home."

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

Gerald said gallantly while holding the wine bottle. Under Mr. Fletcher's surprised eyes, Gerald snatched the red wine away from his hands. He looked at the bottle and exclaimed, "Holy cow! This is a 1992 Louis XIV with a market price of over $40,000! Mr. Fletcher, thank you so much! How did you know that I've been dying to taste this wine? You really do know me well..."

“No.” “Why not?” “Because I’m not dealing with pissed-off Lunas over a Greek nymph.” I groan, leaning my head back against the chair. ‘He’s not wrong,’ Ace mutters. ‘She’d skin you alive.’ “What about Crosslands?” Zander says quietly, all eyes snap to him, curious and thoughtful. “That works,” Bobby nods slowly. Daniel grins. “Yeah. It does.” “Crosslands,” I say. No objections.I reach behind my chair and pull out the elder’s goblet gold, engraved, humming faintly with old wolven magic. The dagger flips open. I slice my palm without hesitation.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

At this point, I didn’t have the energy to do so. “I am going to ask a stupid question, but why the fuss about Lea?” Renata asked, shaking her head in question. “There are others who seem to be holding the same crest.” She pointed at Ezra and Mario as she did, avoiding looking at mom who she knew had her own. And though she had given Giovanni and I ours, which belonged to her and his mother, she still had her own before. “Why Lea?”

“You too? Why is everyone making a big fucking deal over this? Nobody used to call Theo out for leaving the bar with a random skank on his arm.” Gray levels me with his stare. “Astrid’s hardly a random skank.” “No. She’s not.” I mutter, my gaze falling to the floor. “I’m just saying.” Gray blows out a breath. “I am, too. I’m not trying to blow up your spot here, man. That’s not my style. I just want to make sure everything’s on the up and up since we have an alliance with Denver, that’s all.” Of course he is. Gray and his fucking diplomacy.