No Me Quiero Ir Sr Stark Novels & Stories

I could hear sobs and it came from a man voice ,with a masculine cologne which filled my nostril . Without much guesses I knew that my my love ,my heart throb; Jeremy sanchez only . I could hear him mutter under sobs " Stella please come back , if you want to hit me go ahead . If you hate me wake up and say so and if you love me please, wake up and dont let the love die ."

“But you don’t have to listen to it.” Silver frowned. “It keeps asking.” Liora’s breath caught. “Asking what, love?” Silver hesitated, small fingers tightening in the sheets, as though even saying it might give it permission. “If I’ll let it through.” The room seemed to tilt. “No,” Draven said immediately. There was no room for debate in his voice. “You won’t.” Silver looked at him solemnly, eyes clear. “I said no.” The hum beneath the stone faltered—just slightly.

I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has some knowledge in it." This time he inched more while the corner of his perfect lips shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister. "Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall into his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table either side of me, where I could feel his lips brushed against my earlobe as he spoke in a low deep voice.

"I want to go home." I frowned. "Damian, you're not ready—" Just then, the door swung open. Dr. Patel entered, her warm smile a contrast to the tension in the room. "Good evening, Mr Damian," she said. "How are you feeling?" The soft glow of the evening lights highlighted the concern etched on her face. Damian's eyes locked onto hers. "I want to be discharged," he said. Dr. Patel's eyebrows rose. "I'm afraid that's not possible," she said gently.

He then avoided my eyes as he briefly walked away from me. I turned to look at Nate who shrugged at my questionable face. I chewed my bottom lip as I left him to go to Stark's office. I knocked on the door waiting for an answer on the other end. I was about to give it a second knock when it opened up swiftly and I was faced with the infuriated Stark. His face was pink from rage and he certainly looked like a red truck about now. "Get in!" He gritted out, stepping aside to let me in.

Astrid's POV I ground my teeth together, clenching my jaw muscles and fists as I stomped towards the car where the devil sat comfortably, trying to control my life. The driver stepped out and gave me a small bow while opening the door. My brows creased in confusion when I didn’t see Damien inside. “Uh, where’s Mr. Starkov?” I asked, my mind reeling. He had ordered me to join him, yet he wasn’t even here? What the hell?

Stark sighed loudly and rubbed his temples, his fingers slowly massaging each side of his head, saying, “He’s thirty. We can't force him to do something he doesn't wish to do.” “We can always make him choose.” Mrs. Stark muttered, her arms crossed against her chest. “Glenn is a better choice for him. And it's time he sees it.” Her words felt silent for a while, and it stayed like that as she went back to reading, and Mr. Stark headed upstairs to chance. A couple of hours later, Noah entered the living room to see only his mother sitting in a fluffy white chair and he asked, “Where is Father?” “Have a seat, son.” Mrs. Stark said as pointed towards the sofa opposite where she was sitting, whi

Max Cruz ’s POV "I swear to you Stark, when I see her I Will break her throat!" I say on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "That woman is impossible!" I can’t do it. Why goddess? Why her of all women? Is it because of that human that was my wife? "Will you shut up?" Stark asks me. "Why her?" I asked again. "Turn your head and ask the same question one more time," said Stark, making me look behind me.