Stark Tower の小説・ストーリー

KISAREL. The cab stopped at the far end of the airport, where regular passengers weren’t even allowed. Through the tinted glass, I saw the silver body of Mr. Stark’s jet gleaming under the floodlights, his initials, O.S., painted near the tail. I wiped my face, grabbed the small luggage I’d thrown together after getting home from the betrayal scene, and stepped out.

##Chapter 10: Cassidy Book One: Stay "This is going to be so much fun! Thanks again for coming with me tonight." Snuggling into her jacket, Brooklyn bounces excitedly on the bleacher seat as her gaze tracks the hockey players skating by the Plexiglas that surrounds the ice. "That's him, number fifty-five." A dreamy look fills her large green eyes. As she sighs, her warm breath escapes into the frigid air of the rink. I roll my eyes even though she isn't paying me the slightest bit of attention.

he mumbles, letting out cool air across my skin while trailing his lips to my collarbone and across to the nape of my neck. The dim lights suddenly turned dark and my vision gets a little blurry. Only able to see a glimpse of the city lights outside the glass window, shining through the 53rd floor of this suite. He guides me down until my head touches the soft pillow beneath me, not taking his eyes off mine, staring deep behind his faux-looking lashes. His eyes are almost hypnotizing, I can't look away, mesmerized by the blue-ish color with a large hazel iris, giving them a green appearance.

The Obsidian Tower did not merely stand; it loomed, a jagged needle of pressurized carbon and reinforced glass that seemed to bleed into the low-hanging smog of the city. To the millions living in the slums below, it was a monument to the "New Stability." To Alexander Vance, it was a giant, vertical server housing the parasite that was wearing his father's face.

She knew how Chase felt about him and how Xander felt about her, which made the entire situation uncomfortable. Finally, they reached the door to Mr. Stark's office. Jada took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and then knocked softly. "Come in," a deep voice called from within. Jada pushed the door open, and she was met with a spacious room with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a breathtaking view of the city below. Staring at them, Mr. Stark sat behind a large mahogany desk, his expression unreadable. "Miss Hudson, Mr. Gracias, please have a seat," Mr. Stark gestured towards the plush chairs in front of his desk.

“As much as possible, we aim to build a good relationship here between Exclusive and Stark Apparel, so we are going to make this a fun day for everyone. Are you ready, Mr. Stark?” The only fun I will have today is when this is finally over. “Sure, Carla, Whenever you are ready.” “Okay. So…” She shifted her leg to the other side. “Everyone already knows that the Stark family is one of the elites of Manhattan, but we never really saw the real face of Gabriel Stark, and this is a great opportunity to see a side of you that we have not yet seen. You play tennis, too, Mr. Stark. Is this another of your dreams that have yet to come true? Becoming a tennis star?”

he says. “Seven minutes,” I reply automatically. His lips twitch. “Genetic,” he mutters. He studies me for a long moment, his gaze sharp, assessing. “You ready?” he asks. I meet his eyes. “I didn’t come back to hesitate.” The proposal sits on the glass table between us. Architectural renderings. Financial projections. City permits. At the center of every page, STERLING TOWER Location: 450 Park Avenue Directly across the street. From Knight Industries.

[Hunter] “Then let me get to know you,” I request, holding her close. “I promise, there is nothing that you could say that would make me love you less.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” she pulls away, turning her back to me as she looks over towards the skyline. The old Vandersteele Tower, once the tallest skyscraper in the city, gleams like a gem. Debrassy Corp owns it now. When the Vandersteele family was decimated, there was no one left to take over the family business–Debrassy was able to purchase it for almost nothing only to leave it empty, like a trophy. The lights are on, but nobody has been home for a very long time.

One of my security men apologized on behalf of himself and the rest. "It's fine. Go back to your duty posts." I said and sat back on my seat. "Thank you ma'am." They said and made their way out. My eyes have to be wide open now. And I need to stay alert at all times. Stark will make his move soon and I can feel it. I searched through my phone and saw that what had happened last night had already been posted everywhere. The deformed building of Mr Stark. Even the sentence I wrote wasn't left out.

It actually belonged to the president and not one of the Tree's gangsters. "You always seek profit, Enzo. I need to transport the remaining of the Tree syndicate forces in Italy back to North America. Every exit in the country has been blocked by the Di Marco people but I believe you have a way for me. Central Park Tower Midtown Manhattan is yours if you do this for us" My brows furrowed. Central Park Tower was the tallest building in New York and the 15th tallest building in the World. Why would someone throw it out as an offer casually?