Gerard Argent Novels & Stories

John replies. “Isn’t that sloppy of him? Everyone who is in on this supernatural gig knows you in Roosevelt, ”Elma says. “What is his name?” Gabriel asks, “Gerard, Steven Gerard” John answers. “Like the English player?” Samuel asks, “Yeah, in name only” John says. “Come on, let’s get prepared” he says. “I will get Rachael,” Gabriel says and leaves the sitting room. Samuel scoffs as his brother walks into the corridor.

“Yes, I thought maybe you’d like to reconsider going through with the merger.” “Oh shit. I’m sorry,” Ciara said. “I totally forgot to call Cindy and Wes. I’ll do that first thing in the morning.” “It’ll be much appreciated,” Evelyn said. “Will Ark Angel be affected by Argentum stepping out of the deal?” I asked. Evelyn beamed. “Nope, all is well on that front.” “Do tell,” Ciara said as if Evelyn was about to dish the best gossip she’d heard all night. “Let’s just say Ark Angel is no longer run by greedy individuals,” Evelyn said with a wink.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired

I gave her that advantage at least. “I am aware” I said coldly, and nodding at the two maids, she watched as they walked out of the room before she closed the door, crossing her arms over her chest as I approached Gabriella “what are you doing, Gabriella?” “You fucking promised me that you would keep him safe. I HAD HIM SIDING WITH YOU FOR THAT REASON!” She yelled the same sentence for the thousandth time since Mattia and her son died. The funeral of Leonardo was casted on almost all the news channels as the loss of ‘The Great D’Angelo’s Loss’. I knew that it was a way to send us a message, and seeing that, Gabriella completely lost all her senses.

“Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. I merely see you as my stepping stone. If it weren't for your strength, I would've ignored you.” Argent was unhappy with the man’s attitude—he was too arrogant. Even though they were going to cooperate, he refused to reveal his name. Even though Argent was annoyed with this insincere guy, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to his arrogance. “Forget it. I’ll just make use of him to get rid of Philip.” Argent returned to his room in annoyance and started to treat his right hand. He once obtained a secret technique that could quickly restore him to normal. Argent scowled at the sight of his empty right sleeve.

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- he says with a grim tone. - You can always try, idiot. - Dominic tells him, and I laugh. - But Dad, Brady is still young. He will remain the beta for a long time. - I don't think so. After today, I'm pretty much sure. We had a big argument. I yelled at him, and he wouldn't open his mouth, but I saw hate in his eyes for the first time in my life. Angel's presence awakened old feelings in him, the loss of his mate 12 years ago. I think he's losing his reason.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."