Mister Stark Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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

The door slammed open just then and all heads snapped to the door. A tall robust man in a crisp black suit, casually strode in with two other men on his tail. Pipe hanging on dark lips, head bald and a face carved from hell. Don Montello; Costa Nostra’s roughest famiglia who built their empire through outlaw biker culture. Alessandro’s shoulders flexed with sudden wrath as his blood turned molten steel. He jerked up to his feet immediately, the table rattling from the force as he reached for the man’s suit and slammed him painstakingly against the wall it almost left a dent.