Mister Stark Novels & Stories

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.

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.

* 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.

Ellen screamed, her voice dripping with venom as she stumbled out of sight. Before Ellen could return, however, an old, hunched figure appeared silently at the doorway. His presence was quiet yet commanding. "Chase, release Ellen," the old man said softly. His tone was gentle, his expression kind. It was like that of a neighborly elder rather than a fearsome martial arts saint. "Who are you?" Chase asked in a steady and uninterested way. The old man smiled faintly. "I'm Easton Stark, an elder of the Stark family in the Secret Sect."

While everyone was still in shock, a loud commotion came from the entrance. Aaron shoved past security and stumbled into the hall. Gone was the arrogant man from before. He looked completely disheveled and nearly collapsed in front of Grandpa. “Grandpa, you know Sabrina has liked me since we were kids! I’m begging you. Please call off her engagement with Ethan and let her marry me instead!” Steven and Ella arrived just in time to witness the scene and nearly had a heart attack out of anger, but they had to keep their composure.

And it's all because we're too stupid to see that love is the answer, not the problem. I'm standing there when I see something move on the other side of the river. A figure in the shadows. My hand goes to my weapon. The figure steps into the moonlight. And I see his face. Pale skin, dark hair. Red eyes that glow in the darkness. It's him. It's Stark. He's escaped. And he's here.

“Come back soon, okay?” “Okay,” she hung up then. “I’m going to town. Am I needed for anything?” I asked Mr Stark when he walked in. My eyes were glued to the tattoos littered all over his upper body. His left sleeve looked like a forest scenery of some sort. Right at the back, he had numbers, a date, with a tiny baby handprint. I wondered what they meant. “You can go,” he said his back to me. ***** | Emmanuel Stark |

He is the one who did the mistake. “Thank you so much, Mr.Stone. ” I said and didn’t hide the sarcasm. His eyes suddenly darkened and said, “You may leave now. I will give you a call after a few minutes.” I nodded and left his cabin and went directly to my desk by ignoring all five pairs of eyes on me with curiosity. “What happened? ” Rani asked. “The guy I talked to you about is our Boss. ” I replied in a whisper. “Really? You even called him an idiot right. Did he fire you? ” she asked me worried.

In fact, she had a strong suspicion that even then they wouldn’t come anywhere near. Ethan Doyle was a man so rich that he could buy his own city and name it as silly as he wanted, and no one would have lifted a finger. A man whose schedule was as jam-packed as the space in her miniature apartment. A man who was so drop-dead gorgeous that every time she thought of his warm, large hands on her untouched body, she felt a shudder pass through her and the knots in her stomach tightening and tickling.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.