Mister Stark Novels & Stories

But Sisca slowly nodded her head, as if she was being hypnotized by Jeslyn's gaze. "Why didn't you ever tell me?" Sisca scratched the nape of her neck which didn't itch. "Is that important to you?" Sisca asked. Jes gave a glare. "Yes, I'm sorry," she said regretfully. Sighing harshly, Sisca then bowed helplessly. "You are right. Adam is a mobster, Black Rose. He is the most feared mafia in Continent A. Mastering the arms trade both legally and illegally. But apart from being a mafia he is also a CEO. The owner of the largest property company in Continent A, I'm sure you will know. He never goes to the company because he always works behind the scenes, maybe even all of his employee

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.

Quick to spot the points that most people would miss. Kate, 37 years old. Dressed in an oversized black hoodie and navy blue ripped jeans. Her specialty lies in technology. A white-hat hacker with impressive hacking skills. Stefan, 39 years old. Dressed in a casual white t-shirt and a sky blue shirt on top and black jeans. Also, has a unique watch on his right wrist. He is Mr. Anderson's old disciple who has cracked many important and difficult cases with him. And last but not least Mr. Gray, the same age as Mr. Anderson, 44 years old. Dressed in a black suit. He always wears formal attire. His biggest rival and friend. He and Mr. Anderson were rivals since his first day here.

She quickly stood up and ran to another room. "That's awkward." I murmured to Ace. "I second that." He replied. "Ace De Santis." He grinned at Ace as he wore his robe before lighting his cigarette. "Alexia Hale." He smirked. "What the fuck do you want?", I hissed angrily. "I'm Mason. mason Horax." He presented himself with a smile, showing his yellow teeth. "Get to point," Ace stated, "We're not here to fuck around." He continued, removing his gun from his waistband and pointed it at Mason.

“Um, can we keep this a secret? Even from... my mother? I still don’t know who he is.” The doctor hesitated. He pondered for a moment but then nodded to Lirah. “You can count on me. But please be careful, Senyora. You don’t know him.” Lirah smiled faintly. “Yes, thank you very much.” After escorting the doctor out, Lirah returned to the room. Myrna was still there, gazing at the man. “I wonder who he is,” Kiray said, feeling sorry for him. “Let’s not be too complacent. Once he wakes up tomorrow, we’ll send him away. You might get involved too, Lirah,” Myrna said, concerned.

“Mr. Harrison, you think so highly of yourself that, right? So let me tell you something about Stark company, which I am confident you didn’t know before. Stark industries have its branches in Australia, France, and Canada also, more than six branches in America, including New York and Los Angeles.” “These branches weren’t discovered by you people because you all were ignorant and reckless; you even don’t know that post Mr. Stark’s demise it was under their government’s supervision since that day and according to Mr. Stark’s legacy it could only be claimed by Skylar after she completes her 23rd birthday. Now, these branches are under my wife’s supervision.” “It’s better for you people that t

Stark looked at Noah with sad eyes and said, “You are being emotional about this right now, but later on, you will see the bigger picture, son.” Too drunk on his feelings to respond, Noah ignored his father's words and reached for the plate of toast, squeezing his eyes shut for a second when he heard Mr. Stark's sigh. A while later, Mrs. Stark returned to the room with a middle-aged gentleman that seemed to be around the age of Mr. Stark with dark brown hair, tanned skin, hazelnut-colored eyes, and broad shoulders. “Noah, this is Rhodes .” Mrs. Stark introduced them with a small smile, taking her spot next to Noah, who immediately stood up and shook hands with the man. “He mostly serves this

‘Revenge sex. I snorted out loud at that one. Revenge sex? With who? Jace was the only man I’d ever let close. No male friends, no flings, no one. Just me — pathetic, faithful, and now apparently obsolete. By the time I pulled myself together, Mr. Stark was seated on the couch, surrounded by files and his laptop, a half-empty glass of something dark sitting beside him.

“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

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.