Mister Stark Novels & Stories

I gasp, surprised and he leans towards me. I catch the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of the cigarette smoke, lingering around him. But underneath it, there’s the scent of earth and rain. I see his muscles flexing under the thin linen of the shirt. I also notice the outlines of a scar, running down his forearm. I imagine his hands on me, his lips on mine. What is happening… Why am I thinking this? “Oh, don’t worry, Lily. “ his smile is canine, the words that come out of his mouth are a snarl, “I won’t touch you. I don’t want to. “ When her mother got sick, Lily had no choice but to marry a man she never met. At that time she didn’t know Arthur Stark was not only beautiful but as cruel as the rumours said. Her husband is a cold billionaire involved with the mafia. He never touches anyone. Not even his own mate.

He abruptly snatches me, closing the distance between us, putting his hand on the back of my head. All the hair on my body rises on alert; one wrong move I might shapeshift in here. His masculine scent infiltrated me with so much finesse. Damn, he smells divine. "What the hell--" "Shut your mouth; those thugs are after me; I need your help." His baritone tone is manly, very manly which catches me off guard a little. No one can lay a finger on me; he is the first man ever to touch me. I'm with a stranger in a strange position. How annoying can this night be? "Alright, Mister, I will give you three seconds to let me go, or else you might lose your hands." My tone is cold and dangerous. I’m hoping he heeds my warning. The tall man keeps leaning forward to me, putting our bodies in an intimate, awkward setting. "One, Two, Thre--" He steers his legs forward. My heart was beating a mile per second. I can't believe he is doing this! Feeling his warm palms cupping my face, the next thing I know, he is kissing me. His lips taste like strawberries. I got an entry pass into heaven!

He was the neighbor she once called “uncle,” the man who reached out to help her when she was weak. She was the mischievous girl who had disappeared for so long. Now that they've reunited, he'll make sure she never leaves his side again. ****************************** "When Love Heals" is the English translation of the Thai novella "Duang Jai Khong Ma Prot", which explores the theme of an uncle and his illegitimate niece. In this story, Parker Callahan, the hero, has long harbored feelings for Lydia Harris, the girl next door. After a painful breakup caused by her boyfriend's betrayal, Lydia returns home feeling heartbroken. Seizing the opportunity, Parker steps in to offer her comfort and care. His gentle and affectionate nature makes Lydia's heart flutter, especially since his warmth and charm stand in stark contrast to her previous experiences. How could she not be moved and find solace in his embrace? Join us as their story unfolds. Priyada

His cum dripped down my chin, mingling with my tears, a stark reminder of his dominance, his control. ***** I came to ruin my ex. I never meant to kneel for his father. I came back to ruin Caleb Vane. I had a plan that was cold, sharp, and merciless. But then I met Malric Vane. The man doesn’t flirt. He commands. One glance and my legs trembled. One word and I was on my knees. He’s the Lycan every wolf fears. The man no one touches. And now I wake up in his bed, spread wide, bite-marked, and dripping for more. He says I wasn’t born…I was made. Made to obey. Made to please him. And the worst part? He’s right. Because every time he calls me good girl, I forget my revenge. I just want to be ruined all over again.

Elijah Collins has exactly forty-eight hours before the loan sharks his late father borrowed come to collect – and they aren’t interested in payment plans. When a stranger in a three-thousand-dollar suit buys out his debt in the middle of a bar, Elijah thinks he’s been saved. He hasn’t. Alexander Reed, CEO of Reed Capital and the most feared dealmaker on Wall Street, does nothing without an agreement. His proposal is stark: Elijah will be his partner for three months, charming investors at high-end galas, dispelling rumors, and the entire debt will be wiped clean. Refuse, and Alexander turns him over to the loan sharks. Elijah agrees. But living in Alexander's frigid, flawless world is far different from what Elijah expected. Because beneath Alexander's icy surface, something is hiding, something that could ruin them both. And Elijah, against every survival instinct he possesses, is falling. The agreement is three months. His heart is already overdue.

Without Kaelen's knowledge, I had his little plaything sent out of North America. That same night, he cast a blood-vine curse on my parents, banishing them to the wilds—a wasteland prowled by rogues. He was going to trade my parents' lives for the whereabouts of his plaything. Kaelen pushed a communication crystal in front of me. Inside it, my parents were ensnared by blood-red vines, the thorns digging deep into their flesh. Drops of dark crimson blood fell, one by one, onto the barren earth. A countdown timer pulsed in stark red digits on their chests. 23:59:59 23:59:58 He sat across from me, a black suit tailored to perfection molded to his lean, powerful frame. His long fingers tapped a light, steady rhythm on the solid wood table, as if he were waiting for a trivial business deal to close. "Estelle, you have twenty-four hours." His voice was low and calm, laced with a venomous tenderness. "Tell me, where did you send Cassandra?"

Braving a downpour, I delivered a lavish food order, anticipating the hefty commission and a $100 tip. Laughter suddenly echoed from the villa. Someone started, "He really believes your car crash left you paralyzed? He's hustling deliveries to support you and even pawned his dad's heirloom?" Another said, "What if he discovers you're actually a billionaire heiress, just playing poor? He'd probably break down in tears." Jessica Stark toyed with her wine glass. "Guys like him are wired to serve, especially since he always outshone Mark in our school days. This is his comeuppance." I stood in the relentless rain, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips. Turned out, her two-year charade of paralysis was merely to avenge her childhood sweetheart. Her broken legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears were all meticulously crafted lies. Disillusioned, I dialed my estranged tycoon mother. "You win. I'll go through with the arranged marriage."

BLURB:    Nathan's mother exclaimed, "It would be best if you left as you bring nothing but trouble. Additionally, kindly take all your belongings with you." The hostility in her eyes was evident, which was a stark contrast to the love that she previously had for me. These were the same eyes that reminded me of Nathan, my dear lover who had valiantly sacrificed himself for my safety as well as ours.   **** Anita, a Blood Fang wolf, finds herself welcomed into a new family when she is taken in by Natalie. However, tragedy strikes when Natalie's son, Nathan, passes away, leaving Anita heartbroken. In her grief, Anita is blamed by Natalie for her son's death, leaving her with nowhere to go as she is sent out of the house. The situation is emotionally charged, and the future for Anita remains uncertain.   ***    The statement “Come live at the pack house with me” was met with a cold and resistant response from the me. There was a strong sense of bitterness and hatred towards the person who made the offer, who I believed to be responsible for the death of my beloved Nathan. Although there was no other place to go, the reluctance to live in the pack house was apparent, as it was as the abode of a devil.            

"You have to stop doing that, Camilla." "Doing what?" Jesus Christ! Did she not see what she was doing? "Being so goddamn sexy, I can't stand it." She tiptoed, bringing her lips closer to my face. "Why? Why can't you stand it?" Questions, too many questions. I pulled her closer to me, so she could feel the bulging of my crotch between her legs. Her lips parted slightly, I watched her sigh in satisfaction. Her wet tongue licked her lips gently. My length hardened against her, a small moan escaped her lips. "Fuck!" I cried out and turned my back on her. I wiped my sweat off my forehead with my right palm. "Mister Ivan…" "If you call my name one more time, you won't be able to blame me for how good I'll fuck you, Camilla." I blurted out. I did not care how it sounded, I did not care that she might take me to be a pervert. I only wanted her to know what she was doing, and the effect she had on me. What I did not expect were the next words that strolled out of her lips. "Then turn around and fuck me." ~•~ From doctor and patient, to friends and then illicit lovers. Can Camilla and Ivan finally stand together to fight the forces against their relationship? Or would both retire to fate and let fear and mistrust take the lead?

‎ ‎ ‎"You keep looking at me like that, Stark... and I might forget you’re his," he muttered against her lips. His voice was low, dangerous—and sinfully tempting. ‎ ‎After being cheated on and humiliated by the man she gave everything to, Elora Stark swore she’d never need another man’s touch again. But that vow shatters the moment Alpha Lloyd enters her life. ‎ ‎He wants her loyalty. She wants revenge. ‎But what they end up sharing is something far hotter than either planned. ‎ ‎When Elora’s investigation into her husband’s betrayal exposes a dark web of forbidden magic, she’s pulled into a world of secrets, dominance, and desire. Every time Lloyd’s hands brush her skin, her resolve weakens… and every time he whispers her name, her body betrays her. ‎ ‎Between a husband who wants to own her and an Alpha who wants to devour her, Elora must decide which danger she’s willing to surrender to—love... ‎ ‎Or a lust that could consume her soul. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎