Mister Stark Novels & Stories

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

“Oh, to be a descendant from such a family. I won’t even know the meaning of working. If there were a next life, I want to be a Madrigal. Their wealth just keeps expanding, it’s…” As Frank rambled on, I glanced briefly at the TV he was staring at. My eyes quickly scurried back because someone looked awfully familiar. My jaw dropped. It was him. He was standing directly beside an old man, holding huge scissors. The Mister.

Mystery Alpha Lucas Pov My grip on the container tightened. "I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that. You should try the information desk." The man's smile widened, showing too many teeth. "Of course. But allow me to introduce myself first—I'm Alpha Louis Xander of the Blackwolf Pack."

She'd not seen her brother in weeks, and their mother was starting to get worried too. His car was parked in the driveway when she arrived, but there was another black car there that she didn't recognise, and Susan could tell by looking at it that it was expensive. Wondering whose company her brother was currently entertaining, she got out and headed for the front door. The door opened as she lifted her hand to knock, and Susan found herself staring into the eyes of a man she'd never seen before. He was huge, had his hair tied at the back of his head in a man bun, and looked like he spent a lot of time at the gym. His outfit made him look even more intimidating. He wore black pants and a bla

I get instant recognition everywhere I go! People learned the name Stark even before learning the name of their country's president. STARK CORP was one of the biggest companies in the world, top notch of the real estate industry. Yet Isabella showed nothing similar to respect on their first meeting, even though she clearly knew who he was. She was driving him crazy, and truth be told, part of him was intrigued. “Why aren’t you saying a thing? Is my sister still alive?” She grabbed his wrist, squeezing it with panic.

The safe house was a place I built in order to carry out my dealings and transactions and it was only a few of my trusted men who knew about it. It was one of my underground houses and the safest one amongst the rest. I climbed out of the car and walked inside. “Welcome boss!!!” My men all greeted in a chorus. “Where is he???” I asked. At the torture room boss.” I walked ahead into the torture room as I saw Clara's Father still tied up in a church while his head and mouth bled. As soon as he saw me, he burst into laughter. “Leave us.” I commanded. Everyone walked out leaving just Clara's Father and I alone.

Then I turned towards the devil who was eyeing me, shamelessly. “Yes, Mister Remus James McQueen! Tell me what you want?!” I spit out with hatred and his lips stretched out in a devious smirk.

It smelled of mice and old pine needles, but it was out of the wind. Stark collapsed onto a crate. Madame Devereaux immediately started a small fire in the stone hearth using dry lint from her pocket. I sat on the floor, my back against the rough wall. I pulled the journal out, just to make sure it was still there. It was. I looked at Stark. "Why?" I asked. "Why did you come with me? You could have surrendered. Cian might have let you keep your title." Stark laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "Cian is a sociopath, Marigold. He doesn't want a Lord Chancellor. He wants a dog. And while I am many things—arrogant, greedy, vain—I am no man's dog."

* Jana * He was exactly where I wanted him, standing in his own penthouse, staring at me like he'd just lost control without even realizing how neatly I'd taken it from him. Lawrence Dankworth. The untouchable one. The man with iron discipline and colder eyes than most men I'd met in this city. Yet tonight, his gaze betrayed him. That flicker of hunger he tried so hard to bury... I'd seen it. Felt it. And more importantly, I'd planted it.