Stark Tower Novels & Stories

The truth is, him taking me on my desk sounds like fun, but there are a lot of wolves still up and about the packhouse, and I don’t need them hearing us or getting the scent of sex wafting from my office. “Follow me”, I say as I take his hand and lead him to the back wall of my office, the entirety of which is a dark mahogany bookcase. Pulling forward a copy of the epic poem “Beowulf”, an otherwise-invisible door opens, revealing a staircase. It’s a hidden passageway that leads up to my suite. My grandfather had it built as a means of both escaping and ambushing attacking enemy packs.

More than 10 minutes have passed, we were just sharing a mocking smile and a smirking look at each other because the Harrisons were in grave shock since Steve had disclosed about the several branches of the Stark Industries all over the world. They must be cursing their obliviousness that they never came to know about it before. They hadn’t realized that the property they have grabbed under their claws is neither worth a million nor a billion but it’s worth a trillion. Steve and Skylar were silent for a long, they were relaxing and giving Harrison's family time to recover from the recent shock. This new disclosure by Steve was not in their plan, still, they all enjoyed the stunned and the pa

I declared. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Why are you so cruel?" she asked meekly. "Didn't you hear a thing I said? Let me spell it out for you. I. Don't. Like. You. I never did, and I never will. You are a goddamn stalker. An annoying brat. You got stuck on me like a parasite, and I want to get rid of you. Starting today, I never want to see you again. You got that?" I said with gritted teeth.

Chapter 2: Daddy’s Terms: Stellaris Tower pierced the evening sky like a gleaming spear, its glass and steel facade reflecting the lights of the city below. Zara had passed by the building hundreds of times, but she'd never imagined she'd actually go inside. The lobby was intimidating in its luxury - marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and security guards who looked like they could bench press small cars. Zara felt out of place in her worn jeans and leather jacket, but she squared her shoulders and walked up to the reception desk like she belonged there.

“Move!” Jackson’s voice tore through the smoke as the northern wing of Sterling Tower groaned like a dying beast. Metal screamed overhead. Concrete dust rained down in thick gray sheets. Savannah stumbled forward, coughing hard, her hand gripping Jackson’s as they sprinted across the swaying floor. Heat pressed at their backs too close, too hungry. Harrison’s triggered purge hadn’t just attacked the data systems… it had destabilized the structural supports. And the tower was beginning to fall.

"I'm pulling into the parking garage now. When you get here, go to the private entrance on the west side of the building. There's a gate with a keypad. Code is 4201." "Got it.” "See you soon, Mr. Sterling." The way she said his last name made him smile a little. Not mocking. Just... playful. He ended the call and kept driving. Sterling Tower was impossible to miss. Sixty floors of glass that reflected the sky. It stood taller than everything around it, like it wanted you to know it was important. Maxwell pulled into the parking garage and followed the signs to the west entrance. There was a gate, just like Natasha said. He rolled down his window, punched in 4201, and the gate slid open.

"Tomorrow night is the Met Gala. The biggest fashion event of the year. Hale is the co-chair. Every camera in the world will be there." "And we're going to crash it?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "With what? We have fake passports and a bag of stolen French gold that we can't fence." "We need liquid cash," Sebastian said. "And we need tech. My tech." "We are going to rob Sterling Tower." [The Fortress] Manhattan. Sterling Tower. 2:00 AM. The 90-story skyscraper pierced the clouds like a needle. It was dark. The FBI had seized the building. Yellow [ CRIME SCENE - DO NOT ENTER ] tape wrapped around the massive revolving doors. Police cruisers sat idle at the curb.

I was going to show up unannounced. The Steele Tower was the tallest building in the financial district, a sleek black glass with the Steele's name glinting silver at the top. The kind of building that didn’t welcome you so much as it dared you to try your luck. “Miss Campbell?” The receptionist’s brows lifted when she saw me. “Mr. Steele doesn’t have you on his schedule—” “He doesn’t have to. He doesn’t have a problem with me showing up without making a schedule,” I said evenly, my heels clicking against the floor as I crossed to the private elevator.

I asked him but dad became silent. He only told me to follow him. Because I'm also curious about him, I went with my dad. We called a cab and dad told the driver to bring us to the Stark Real Estate. My suspicion began to arise. I keep my mouth shut. After we both hop out of the cab, I saw a huge 100 stories building. " Wow!" I mumbled in great surprise. There's a welcome note before you enter inside their border. " WELCOME TO STARK REAL ESTATE HOTEL ".

The next day, a sleek black Mercedes vehicle pulled up in front of the Sterling Tower. Sterling Enterprises' headquarters stood tall among the surrounding skyscrapers, an architectural titan of steel and glass. At forty-seven stories high, it wasn't just the tallest; it was the most luxurious, a silent declaration of power and prestige. Its modernist design didn't shout for attention—it simply commanded it. Vanessa stepped out of the black Mercedes, her black dress immaculate despite the knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach.