Mr Arrogent Novels & Stories

The bright light hurt my eyes and I squinted, but I saw him. Tall, strong, his shoulders broader than I recall. Did he start working out? Fuck he looks hot. My emotions got the better of me and I kissed him. The kiss started slow and sweet. But then he made a deep growl sound in his chest that I’d never heard before. He grabbed my face, his big and rough hands cupping my face. His fingers slid into my hair, gathered a fist full of my locks and yanked back. I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as heat pooled between my legs. Fuck. When did Josh get so aggressive? He should have shown me this side of him more often!

This reeked of collaboration—someone smart enough to stay quiet while others bled. “Find out who’s whispering,” I said. “If it’s internal, I want them hanging by dawn. If it’s external, we’ll stage another border show.” Killian didn’t flinch. “Public or private?” “Public. They want a reaction, I’ll give them one. But it’ll be mine.” He nodded again and passed the final file. “The company.” I stilled. “Which one.” “Argent Industries.” Of course. Of the dozen businesses under my name, Argent was the most volatile. Private security, weapons contracts, biochemical research—all barely legal, all highly profitable. And all run by men who thought power behind a desk meant something.

MEGAN ‘Marley…. I swear…” I gritted, my fingers digging into my hands, almost drawing out blood. She said her blind date was an ugly, trust-fund kid, yet, the smug, arrogant six-foot-four across from me was the total opposite. I sat upright and cleared my throat. Although, I was met with something unexpected, that didn’t stop me from starting what I came here for. Ruining the blind date. “I’m sorry for calling you an ugly alien. There was a miscommunication from my end.”

They were dark, void of their usual warmth, burning with a focused, murderous rage. It was the look of a man who didn't just want to find the culprit, but wanted to dismantle them piece by piece. "I want a full audit of every single person who has had access to the service keys in the last month," Damien said, his voice devoid of emotion. "I want the logs from the garage, the lobby, and the service elevators. If a single second of footage is missing, I want to know why. And Marcus?" "Yes, sir?" "If anyone so much as breathes in Aria's direction without my explicit permission, you have my authorization to use whatever force is necessary to remove them."

His breath hit my cheek — hot, fetid with adrenaline — and every hair on my skin stood on end. I gave him what he demanded. I opened my eyes and held his stare. His brown eyes — the color I ought to have remembered — held something I had not seen before: mania coiled like a living thing. All the coincidences that had once seemed merely inconvenient snapped together into a darker picture. I should have run. I should have noticed. “Adam please,” I whispered, a plea that had the weight of negotiation. Ajax had reached 164. I saw it in the way his small hands trembled, in the line of concentration on his brow. If he lost it now, if he tore his hands from his ears and saw—

, I said busting out in tears because I didn't understand the present situation I was in. I have a stressful day at work and I come back to see my house empty. "Oh dear, I really don't know what you are talking about", Mama Maggie said. I could see the waves in her forehead as they squeezed, her cheeks sag more than usual in pity. Mama Maggie is an old gray haired lady in her late 60s. Her back is slightly hunched due to old age, and she also has this brown long stick that aids in her walk and to scold her grand children when they come to visit. Her walking pace is usually slow and only the patient once can wait on her. She looks much younger from afar until she is at arms length.

i said massaging my templ "then don't get married sir "i'm sure you know i don't have a choice, you've worked with my father before you became my driver, you know dad does not give empty threat "one thing i'm sure of is that your dad will not leave you to become a pauper, he might threaten you with your company but he will never drag the family name to the mud, so he really can't do anything to destroy your public figure because it will bounce back on hi as much as henry made sense, i couldn't take that ris

“How’s everyone on your side holding up?” Argos smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned casually against the terrace railing. His sharp eyes glistened in the moonlight, filled with anticipation and a hint of malice. “Oh, they’re all fine. Restless but eager. As soon as everything is in place, we’ll strike. And by then...” He let out a soft chuckle, dark and satisfied. “I will be the Alpha of this pack, and my half-brother will be nothing but a shadow of a former leader.”

I let out a breath and stopped in my track and true to his word a latest model of masareti pulled up. I felt a flint of excitement light up in my blood, I'm no gold digger or anything. I believe in working freaking hard for the life I want but common a little luxury here and there never hurt anyone. The car is literally the darkest shade of midnight of I've ever seen, I'm sure in the night it would be almost invisible and blend into the dark atmosphere except for brake lights. Baron opened the back passenger seat for me and I got in excitedly trying to show it because in still pissed at the guy. “Thank you.” I muttered.

Alejandro said. They looked at Easton who was talking to someone over the phone. “I will get that bastard this time” said Lorenzo angrily. ****** “My lord it’s not our fault, he ran away with the money” said a man who had an Italian English accent. “I gave you three chances Marcus and you failed three, you are a traitor despite I gave you three chances and you know there is no place for treachery here” he said in a sinister voice and pulled the trigger three times.