Starkid Darren Criss Novels & Stories

Seeing the date it's from yesterday and a few hours after we have left on the airplane to Zarya kingdom. He is fastfording a bit on the film when two trucks arrive at the gate and my men open for them. I know they are here to deliver the usual orders to the warehouse on my property. The drivers get out of the trucks and start to unload the first one before they leave the doors open and get over to the other truck. We see them unload the trucks when a person in a black oversized hoodie comes around the corner. We don't see the face but there is no question about who it is!

The sound of the door opening had Christian Stark take his eyes off the desk to look at Jared who had just entered the study room. With his head lowered Jared spoke up after some silence. "Karim Fernandez died yesterday, master Stark." Jared humbly said. Christian Stark raised his eyebrows, "What?" He was shocked with the news. Not saying anymore, Jared walked over to the side of the room, where a TV hung on the wall. Grabbing the remote, he turned the TV on. When Christian Stark fixated his eyes on what was on the TV, he was overcome with sadness as he saw the news about one of his closest friends on the news.

If she could have a one-night stand with him under the influence of alcohol… she could guarantee that Myra could no longer compete with her! Her eyes were similar to Myra’s. Whenever their eyes sparkled, they looked especially pitiful. Staring at the man in front of her intently, Kris tried to bring out her best gaze. Pluck. She heard Tony picking another flower. There was no sympathy on his face. “Do you love to give men rides home, Miss Stark?” Instantly, Kris’ expression changed. “Are you kidding, Director Hart? In Bradfort City, you’re the only one I’ve ever made such an offer to.”

"And... Action!" "Mmmm, hey Daddy. God, I can't believe you and your girlfriend did this to me last night. Look at how much you marked me! It made me shiver every fucking time. I'm so fucking lucky that your Darling is willing to let me be your little plaything." Sabrina shifted on the bed, brushing her fingers over the hickey bruises on her torso and slowly shifting her hips sexually. "But did you know, Daddy, that Darling gave me permission to be a bad girl today? A filthy girl, just for you?" She pulled off her bra slowly, revealing three more hickey marks on her breasts. "Well, even more dirty than last night?"

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

“Name’s Darren Cole. Mid-thirties. No priors, but he’s known in certain circles. Used to be muscle for a strip of nightclubs in the city. He's a subordinate to, you guessed it… Crystal Rodriguez.” My heart dropped into my stomach. “Tell me she didn’t.” Reid’s voice was cold. “She did. I followed the money—Darren got wired a large sum two days before the crash. Not from Crystal directly, but through one of her shell companies. He was under instructions to hit the car. Fast, hard, no questions. Didn’t even know Jessica was the target until after.” “She hired her minor to crash into my wife?” My voice came out strangled.

If they don't come for him, he will go to them. His phone ringtone distracted him and he picked it up without checking the caller ID. "Boss." "Yeah, go straight to the point; I'm busy." "It's about your your ex staff harassment you asked us to look into, we found the real culprit behind it as they gave up her name after Intense torture." He sat up and frowned. "Her name?" "Yes Boss." "What the fuck is her name to order such babaric acts?" "Laurel Stone." He froze, not believing he heard the last nam clearly but everything came to an abrupt halt for him when they he said the last statement.

His eyes went back to her bat and started to sweat. “Explain then,” Ren dared him, not caring how bigger the guy was. “Let me introduce myself properly first. My name is Darren Harris. I’m a-” “The youngest Hollywood director to win an Oscar,” Ren continued for him. That wasn’t what he was about to say but he bashfully nodded.

Didn't spare Bryson a glance—dude was invisible. Nobody likes being iced out. And if Robin walked out with me like this? By sunrise, Bryson'd be the punchline of Crellan City. He couldn't let that happen—especially now that he knew who I really was. "Ms. Eastwood, you can't just take my—" he blurted. Robin didn't even slow down. "Got time? Google the Eastwoods in Seaport. Try us, and you'll see what we do to guys like you."