Mary Argy Novels & Stories

Naraja: “Huh, the hell. I know this wasn’t here last time and what the hell is up with my eyes….the pupil is weird as hell.” Naraja knew deep down inside himself even if he had forgotten about who he was and only knew the name given to him with nothing else to go off on. Either way he knew that a person's eye or at least the pupil was not supposed to have the infinity symbol in it. Naraja examined his eye a little bit more and then heard--- ???: “Would you like to keep going?” Naraja: “UWAAAAAAAAH!!!”

Vega added. " Have you seen the First founder?" Amaria inquired. " No one has come in contact with the First Founder, so I'm not sure." Vega responded. "Jareth, Evera and I will look for more clues; you guys should return," Vega said. "No, we want to help," Amaria said, folding her arms. "I think you should go back, your friend doesn't look too well,"Jareth said, pointing to Teresa. Her skin had turned completely pale, and she could barely stand.

His left fist clenched and I saw how he gulped making his adam's apple move up and down. "So, what do you think?" There's a hint of mockery in her voice. And if I'm not mistaken, she's doing this on purpose, saying this to get his attention but what will she get out of this? Mr. Steele on the other hand still didn't move, as if he was waiting for my answer but what should I do? I really want to thank Cyrene and I can't turn down her offer with her pleading eyes looking back at me. So, taking a deep and heavy breath, I nodded my head that made Cyrene squeal in excitement and that made Cyrus look at me with disbelief.

“They’re not just after you anymore. They want to ruin me.” Arga knelt beside her, taking her cold hands in his. “Listen to me. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’ll fix this, I swear.” Her lips quivered. “But what if fixing it means losing you?” Arga looked at her for a long moment, his gaze firm. “Then I’ll lose everything else first.” --- Meanwhile, in a private dining room at an elite club, Mrs. Wiratama sipped her tea calmly while her assistant scrolled through her tablet.

He said, his rich baritone echoed through the microphone, dripping with a lethal, polite sarcasm. "However, since tonight is truly about the foundation, the Argos Empire would like to officially donate ten million dollars to the National Children's Hospital Fund…” His eyes met mine as his lips curved slightly. “...Under the name of my beautiful wife, Eloise Ricardo.” Holy shit!

Securing the Lycan chairmanship position was of utmost importance, and I couldn’t let anything jeopardize that—even if it meant enduring those insults thrown at Olivia. I believed she too would endure, I thought. “Coward,” Argon growled. But I ignored him. He was a beast after all, I thought. “You are the beast—a self-centered and foolish beast. No… a fucking coward monster,” Argon flared up, raining curses on me. I stood there on the podium, mute and numb. It had been a while since I had seen Argon this furious. The last time was when my first love died. Fuck…

Nikau asked, a little surprised. "Mama was being vague a few months back," Arga said, a mischievous grin spreading. "She definitely didn't mention you were—" he gestured up and down Nikau's entire athletic frame, "—like this.” "AR!" I nearly shrieked. "What? It's all good, mother." Arga casually planted himself on a bar stool, in no hurry whatsoever to leave the room, studying Nikau with an interest that leaned much more toward curiosity than a son's anger. "So you're the one who finally got Mama dating again?”

Ulanda said in excitement as Veronica scoffed, walking out and sitting opposite the customer. "She's her girlfriend." Min ho explained as I stared back at both Veronica and the older lady laughing. "Who is she anyway?" I asked as everyone except Dimitri gasped like he was used to it. "Katherine Argent is a famous fashion designer and editor of the Beauty is Pride magazine. It's the first rated and popular magazine in the world and if she takes an interest in you, you become a success." Ulanda gossiped as she dropped in my hands a Pride magazine which I lazily opened and dropped.

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear