Release Me Book 1 Stark Trilogy Novels & Stories

It's a good thing that I have a retentive memory. I, in no time, found my way back to where I was and started my search for Stark. I found him sitting in the library and reading a book that I think was made for kids. "Hi." I said to him. "Oh, hi." He replied. There was some minutes of silence between the both of us as he continued to read his book and I stood there watching him. "Why are you reading kid's books?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Nothing. I just feel like reading it." Stark said.

His eyes turned red as he said slowly, "I wanted to see you, so I…" I pinched the space between my brows but did not take the apple. My wedding was the following day, and I was due for a break after that. Simon should be discharged by the time I return to work, and I would finally be free from him. My shift ended with me placating Simon. Aaron was already waiting for me by the hospital entrance. He jogged over to me and held my hand, saying softly, "You're officially on holiday now! At last, the great Dr. Langston has time for her beloved husband."

I was tired of arguing and just wanted to escape them both. Caleb blocked my path, grabbing my wrist painfully tight. "You're not leaving until you apologize to Sheena!" "Let go!" I cried out, struggling against his grip and desperately wishing someone would help me. Just when I was about to lose hope, Caleb suddenly released me.

“That's terrific. You did a good job, Tom. And as usual, you should excuse us. There's something I want to talk to our King about.” “Hahaha, our king,” Tom teased. “Alright Alpha, your wish is my command.” As soon as Tom and the others left, I walked over to Arnold. “Hey, I'm sure you can hear me, so I'm just going to go straight to the point. Stark wants you released, and guess what? I told him that I'm not going to have you released. Then he promised to wage war on me if I don't get you released. In this situation, what do you think I should do?”

Tyler stood in the doorway of the conference room shocked by the image his eyes held. Derrick turned and stood meeting his partner's gaze. Jessica slowly stood feeling her face slightly flushed. Tyler quietly closed the door behind him. "What's going on here," he asked looking back at the two of them. Jessica blushed as she looked back at Tyler. Derrick cleared his throat grinning as he looked at his partner. "I got lost and ran into Mr. Stark," Jessica started fixing her skirt. "We collided and I caused her to hit her head and knee," Derrick stated. "I was...helping..."

I just allow each blow to flow until I feel comfortably numb. I knew I shouldn't have let my guard down. Thump. Fuck her. She is supposed to love me for me, not what I had done. Thump. Thump. I kept throwing rights harder and harder at the bag as I allowed myself to remember the look on her face the day I was released, how her eyes rolled back as I entered her for the first time, the way tears welled up at the airport when we had to say goodbye. Thump.

Jonathan and Geoffrey sat at a quiet table in the cafe down in the hotel lobby. A few minutes later, Mr. Starkov appeared. He was accompanied only by Vlad. There were no handshakes, or introductions whatsoever. Jonathan gazed directly at the older man. Finally, after weeks of tension, they were meeting face-to-face. He leaned over the table, keeping his voice steady and low. “You will let the lad go free for now,” Jonathan said, his eyes locking onto Starkov's weathered face. “And I will keep the confession with me until Walter Media is completely safe.”

Too controlled. Like two men smiling through clenched teeth. Like enemies pretending to be brothers. The poolside was quiet. Calm. Exactly what I needed. I placed my book, my phone, and a small plate of snacks on the table before settling into the chair. For a moment, everything felt normal. Then I heard movement. Water shifting. I turned. And froze. Maxwell. Stepping out of the pool. Water traced down his body in slow lines, catching the morning light. His shoulders, his chest, the sharp definition of his muscles—

“I’m sorry… I thought you needed it… I just… I just want to help you; I don’t mean anything else… Really… I’m sorry… Miss Stark…” Upon seeing Olivia’s response, Myra was somewhat dumbfounded. It wasn’t until she turned around and saw the look of resignation in the eyes of the man next to her that she seemed to realize that the little girl in front of her seemed to have misunderstood her. Feeling both amused and saddened, she pulled out a piece of tissue and handed it to Olivia. “I don’t mean anything else as well. Since Cameron has given this document to you two as a present, you guys should keep it. Your mother is ill, isn’t she? Besides, you two need to live your lives in the future. The S

“You little-“ I fight the urge to smirk. He’s been in this world longer than any of us in this room. He should know better than to trust anyone to back him up. His laugh is humourless, filled with disbelief as he begins pacing around the office. I don’t see why I’d want to continue working with him. “I’m assuming we have no deal. I’ll see myself out, after I collect the remainder of the drug from your other son” I said turning to leave. “Thank you for your time, sir,” I grabbed Mr Stark’s hand on my way out, more concerned for his life. If Mr Ivanov decides to fight back, I need Mr Stark to be far away from all of this. As soon as the door closes, cutting off whatever arguing between the fat