The Argent Novels & Stories

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

Bloody hell. Then I swipe and she is sat on the beach, grains of white sand stuck to her tattooed arms, her hair wet over one shoulder as she is sat in between to the two beasts. Each resting their chins on her shoulders. They are both sporting beautiful blue diamond collars. The hashtag mentions Tesoro. It says making friends with two of the best behaved clients ever. I click on the link to the Tesoro official work page it takes me to a page called Pheonix Couture. I scroll and she is opening a new store in LA.

Call me crazy because I am. Chase.

“What pattern?” Anton pulled a stark white shirt from a hanger. “The Argentina deal Finch sabotaged. That was a blow to my expansion strategy in South America. The Rotterdam port ‘failure’ that used our servers—that disrupted a key European supply chain I’d just consolidated. And now Shanghai. The crown jewel of the East Asian launch.” He buttoned the shirt with swift, efficient motions. “They’re not just attacking Rogers Industries. They’re systematically dismantling my vision. The growth plans I championed, the projects I personally shepherded. The ones that would have defined my legacy beyond my father’s shadow.”

He read through the remaining papers, placed it back on the counter then stood and walked out of the kitchen to the living room balcony. The cool afternoon sun blew against his olive skin tanned body. Knox took some sip of his vanilla cream, his mind dashing to Corey Argento, his father who gave to him all the wealth he had today, although it was generational. Every member of the Argento family are known in America to be the richest family. The name is not just known in America alone, but in every country that is associated with them. La gambilia La Argento, Argento Hotels and Suites, Argento Restaurant, Argento Auto mobile company...and the list goes on.

He precedes them and blocks so they rarely miss a catch. His body was very curvy, his skin was dark because he has Black American blood. He is twenty-seven years old and grew up in America but Tagalog is his usual language, according to the preferences of his Filipina mother. In the group, the Avengers pretend to have different stories, personalities, and abilities, but when they are together, nothing can break them. “Andrei! Thank goodness!” It was as if a thorn had bitten Tony's throat. He immediately approached Andrei and pulled his arm.

“I can offer you a job in palace—” Argen was shocked to hear his quick reply saying, “I don’t need to. I can’t give someone’s head for the sake of my hand. That’s more expensive.” This guy named Caminito doesn’t seem to know who she was and came from. But being honest to what he really wanted to say. Argen didn’t know if he was being sarcastic or does know her and fearlessly say anything he wanted to vent to struck them hard as they could

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

And she looked so innocent. “What are you thinking so intently about?” Angeline asked again, this time she came to stand beside him and she looked very pretty under the moonlight, “are you thinking of that nurse?” She inquired further and Malcolm was taken aback, how did she know? Angeline smiled, “I am right I see, so she is the one now?” “What do you mean?” “You are a man of standard Malcolm, why will you settle for a plain Jane?” As the words left her mouth, an image of aurora appeared in Malcolm’s mind again and unknowingly he gave a laugh.