Mister Stark Novels & Stories

I've tried so hard to stay out of the path of the law but It would seem Muna might be the reason why . "Mr. Corey, good day to you".. Drake, the officer in charge approached me.. We've never been friends because he has been a pain in my behind..

After the war between Rogues and Lycans, Stark decided to lived as a normal person. He build an empire of his own. Even mortals didn't recognize that they were only wearing a human skin at day but shifted into a Lycan wolf at night anytime they want. He's one of the richest Lycan king in the whole city of New Jersey. The Stark Real Estate were built ten years ago and still reining in the whole real estate companies. Gerald Itopia was his son to a mortal woman who was Arcela Cortez. She's still in a vacation in Korea. She loved to visit every countries and took some pictures of beautiful buildings. Stark didn't mind her because she's as stubborn like her son.

He tried to look tough as he smirked and snickered in Mister's face. That had the effect on him that Justin was hoping for. He instantly transformed back into his human form and glared at Justin eye to eye. Justin had to call on every ounce of nerve in his body to stand there and and stare back at Mister as defiantly as he was able, but he did it. He locked himself into place and he held Mister's death stare until Mister finally got frustrated at his complete lack of respect and submission, and he shoved Justin into the glowing hot fireplace.

He spoke with gritted teeth, a dark expression looming over his features. "H-he pushed me against the wall and uh- I-I banged my head against it really bad and he t-threatened me while grabbing my n-neck." I managed to explain as I made no attempt to hold the tears that are streaming down my face. I don't fully fathom why I am even crying right now but I am just letting it all out. Around Asher, it feels safe to let it all out. He stepped closer, making me flinch. The look on his face, the tone of his voice, everything screamed Asher Lancaster, the merciless mafia, who wouldn’t waste a breath before wiping off the existence of anyone who even dares to mess with him.

Storm and thanks him for his time. He sits down in a chair that I pull up to my desk and we search for a time for the next meeting. Mr. Preston is older than Mr. Storm and much larger, but they both hold a confidence that I’m sure attracts any person that looks at them. Mr. Preston is a likable person and he laughs a lot. Only in the short time in front of my desk he laughed two times, he told me jokes and spoke about his wife and two sons. I laugh with him and I feel that he is a genuine person, someone I can easily like and I look forward to next week when he will come here again.

“No matter how powerful he is, how can he be a match for Young Master Berry? Hurry up and admit defeat. Otherwise, he won’t even know how he died later.” “Haha, as expected of Young Master Berry. Among his peers, no one can surpass him.” Hearing this, Ethan's face was slightly cold. He turned his head to one side, raised his chin, and said, “Hey, what’s your name?” The slender old man with a hooked nose smiled disdainfully and said, “I’m Howie Stark, the head of the Stark family.” Ethan nodded and said, “Very good. I’ll remember you.” Howie Stark smiled coldly and said, “Pooh, is a boy like you going to teach me a lesson?”

Within the last six to nine years, there had only been six who qualified. Ethan ran the movie industry. He also did a lot of modeling and production alongside acting. He was well-known all over the world; men and women adored him. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was well-spoken, regal, and kind. That was the persona he displayed in public. The side of him they didn’t know... he was a ruthless killer. Noah ran the oil fields along with the underground mafia business with his father and Xavier. Xavier also ran his own private technology business. He was one of the most brilliant hackers in the world.

Amir said proudly. Amir wasn’t oblivious to the tension between him and Asher. From the way Asher looked at him, Amir could tell that he had feelings for Sofia. He was used to others being attracted to his girlfriend, but this time, Amir felt irritated by Asher. He couldn’t help but feel small in comparison. Unlike Asher, he wasn’t wealthy. He was a simple mechanic from the Sapang Bato Compound in Angeles. His current outfit, one he’d worn repeatedly for special occasions, was far from luxurious.

I asked, getting a little agitated. “No, dear,” he chuckled, softly “I have a lot of staff for that. What I mean is for you to become my mistress and run my house like a wife would. Look at it like a normal job; you make me happy and I pay you at the end of the month. Only this time, making me happy also includes sexually.” Another light bulb shattered in my mind. I shifted and I began to feel hot. “Mr Ferraro…” “Please, call me Eric,” he corrected me.

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."