Gerard Argent Novels & Stories

he said. "what car are we using" I asked still wondering on he intends sneaking us in without people noticing. It would be wrong to steal the show from the organizers. I mean with our influence,looks, money and all, we can make the other guys green with envy. I use a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta and apart from its super fastness. It's also super magmatic. It drags out girls from whenever they are to itself.

Gus smirked as he sipped his wine. Bastards. The lot of them. “I'm serious, Caden. What do you see in this guy? I mean he looks like those adrenaline junkies.” Ferdinand scoffed. Caden cleared his throat and smiled at them. “Too bad I prefer adrenaline junkies.” Before Diana would retort, Regina cleared her throat. “I believe we came here to congratulate Caden on his win. Not everyone here has achieved that.” I took that as a personal jab at Ferdinand. I heard he was once CEO to the Booker Legacy Group after Pope Booker's passing but failed miserably.

Antonio banged the door behind him What was his problem? Antonio despised Gerald. This was one of the reason why I didn't let Gerald stand in for me when our company decided to help them out on certain terms and conditions. I wanted to reveal myself slowly and seeing Gerald first would be a no-no and would lead to failed plan. So, I had to set one of my most trusted worker up to stand in as my agent while dealing with The Rodriguez Company. "What's his problem?" Gerald asked, looking at me. I shrugged.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Whispers erupted across every table like dry leaves in the wind. "Argentis?" a politician near Victoria’s table whispered loudly. "Who owns Argentis?" "No one has ever seen the CEO in public!" a female executive murmured. "Is Argentis even here tonight?" Jamie frowned, leaning toward Giordano. "Argentis? Who is that? Giordano, do you know who that is?" Giordano’s eyes narrowed sharply, his jaw tightening as he scanned the front row. "Accepting on behalf of Argentis Corporation," the host called out, looking directly toward Table One, "we welcome the Chief Executive Officer..."

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

he complimented. Gerard was about 28 years old and was handling his father’s business since his father died. But after hard work he extended his business in Washington too. On Angelina’s advice he also invested in Wasim Sheikh’s business. He was a fine looking man with handsome face and ocean blue eyes. It was his charm that every women wanted to be in bed with him for once, because he was well known for making them satisfy. But nobody knew his dark side, ugly truths and cruel world. A handsome charming face doing charity and leading a powerful business in state, that's what he was known to media or people. He was capable of achieving everything in the world with money. He had power, people,

He stops next to her parents and places his hands on their shoulders. “Argento Sixth,” he says, referring to the name of their brand. “Care to explain this?” As Sage says those words, he throws what seems to be a slimline voice recorder in between them, and what we hear next has me bristling with anger. //“Hmmm, that’s all good and well, but what will you do once he discovers Cherie didn’t win any of her fights without your help? She’ll probably die in her first legal fight.”//

Willing him to speak, to explain. John glances to me, then back to the road, then to me again. "Look, Andrea," he begins... "JOHN," Christophe screams as a car smashes into the side of us. My head snaps to the side so quickly I don't get a look at who it is, hitting the window with a crack. The car flips.

Gerard drawled, his raspy voice sending severe chills down my spine. Ravi instantly lunged forward, raising his broadsword. “GERARD!” Gerard didn't even draw a blade. He merely flicked two fingers, releasing a invisible blast of pressure that caught Ravi mid-air and slammed him hard into the far wall. “Lower your steel, Beta. You are out of your depth.” Gerard turned his predatory gaze toward me, his yellow eyes flaring with ancient malice. “Hello, little Luna. Or should I say... Absolute Alpha?”