Mister Stark Novels & Stories

One thing was for sure; I wouldn’t let him intimidate me into keeping my mouth shut. Ricco and the other guards carried my bags into the penthouse, walking behind me. Nikolas was in the living room pacing. His suit jacket was off and his shirt was disheveled. His hair was also a mess and he looked angrier than I had ever seen him. One glance at me and I wanted to cower in fear or run. For the first time, I saw the darkness in him—I saw the monster. “Where the fuck were you?” He asked icily.

Broad shoulders, dark hair brushed back in a way that didn’t dare fall out of place, and those eyes… cold, emotionless, like they could undress you, dissect you, and dismiss you in one motion. "Good evening, Mr. Stark," I managed. He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me, a faint arch in his brow like the sound of my voice had interrupted his thoughts, and he was deciding whether to forgive that or not. Then his gaze flicked down, slowly assessing me. Jesus. I greeted his best friend, who was also his MD. "Mr. Harold." He managed half a smile before turning back to his phone. Of course, no one noticed this pathetic little girl trying to hold herself together during the hour-and-a-ha

“Your father must be really proud.” Gabriel nodded, but his expression remained passive. “I guess.” During my probation with Mr. Stark, I’d always wondered which family he came from, so I did a little research—something everyone could find on the internet. Gabriel Stark got his MBA at Harvard, and his father was none other than Elazar Stark—the Chairman of Stark Group, a multinational conglomerate based in New York. It encompasses numerous associated businesses, most of which were joint under the Stark brand. He was one of the richest men in America. However, his second son, Coulson Stark, joined his brother in the thriving apparel brand, which was, of course, founded by Gabriel. They have a

"I'm the dark lord," Vador replied with a sly smile and this is Aleister," he said pointing to Alei. "The dark lord," Ava laughed which only irritated the lord. "Be quiet," he ordered in disgust "You think I'm a joke?"He asked removing his mask from his face. "You think I'm one too? For all I know you're just the guy dressed in a dark hoodie pretending to be badass. You just turned my brother's body into ashes, you rotten bastard.

But he doesn’t notice any of this. Because he is watching me. Arthur Stark - the future young heir of the Stark Company and one of the richest men in the world. At the age of just 28, he has what most people would never dream of. On top of it, he is strong, really smart and intimidating. This is wrapped in a muscled body and piercing eyes. Arthur Stark rarely smiles and when he does, the mood of the room changes entiely. Cold beauty and power. He is also my husband.

“Can I go now?” Lester did not want to stay in this place any longer. “You may leave.” The man’s words made Lester’s face brighten, but before the latter could feel happy, he added, “But there’s something you should keep in mind.” Lester lowered his head and said submissively, “What is it, sir?” “My name is Hugo Stark. You should have heard of me before,” the man in sunglasses smiled wickedly and spoke slowly. “Yes, yes!” Lester instantly felt cold and nodded rapidly. “You’re the ‘Wicked Doctor’, Hugo Stark in the capital. Your name is well known!”

Emily sighed and shook her head. I sighed and facepalmed. What the heck was wrong with this man? When is he going to let me breathe in peace? Mr. Stark is the CEO of the company I'm working with recently, and was known for his troubles and advances. He had promised to elevate me to the famous model lounge if I agreed to spend a night with him, but tempting as the offer was, I rejected it. I love my fiancé so much and would never cheat on him, be it for the money or fame.

"Hey, Mason! Get the order from table 39!" I looked at the guy telling him to get the order. "So, is it Dan or Mason?" I raised an eyebrow. "-g. Dang. Yep, that's definitely what I meant. Dang, you don't know my name. It's Mason." "Okay so then see you later Mason. I am Vivianna." I think I heard him say something but that was definitely just my exhausted mind running tricks on me, right? "Oh believe me I know that." ***

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.