The Argent Novels & Stories

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”

The shotgun was still smoking when she threw it away because she had run out of bullets. Agatha is gasping for breath as she was in front of the Tyrant's office. Her gaze was cold as blood dripped from her hand from her slain Triads. She kicked hard the wide door so it opened and she found the Tyrant smoking a cigarette with Ino beside him. "Master, the Agercian are coming. We have to go" she heard Ino say. "No one is leaving until I say so," Agatha said suddenly. Tyrant just smiled at her while continuing to smoke "Finally, you are here" he said to her.

Pretty. The moment that thought comes into my head I scold myself. Each of these Alpha’s are blessed with looks that make anyone want to get on their knees and thank the Moon for creating them. So I force a polite smile onto my face, and take the invitation from his hands, pretending like I need to check it to ensure it is him. Luna Thea, his mate, sends me a soft smile. She has eyes like him - a swirling violet colour full of mystery and unknown.

With my current income, I could afford to move to the town where most of my clients lived, New Argent City. It was a place filled with prosperous companies and rich people. The prices of the apartments and costs of living there were sky-high. Despite that, everyone dreamt of living there since it equaled being, or soon enough, becoming rich. My most valuable clients had been pestering me to move there for more than half a year. Of course, none of them thought of my comfort. They were all doing their best to recruit me so I could work solely for one of them. They all tried to tempt me with astronomic salaries, cars, or luxury apartments, ignoring the fact that none of them even knew my real n

“If we refuse outright, markets speculate we’re overconfident.” “If we accept,” Margaret countered, “we dilute independence.” Silence settled. The kind that meant the decision would define more than a quarter. — Ethan requested a direct meeting. No intermediaries. No extended negotiation teams. The Argentum delegation arrived two days later. Polished. Measured. Their lead representative, Adrian Keller, spoke with careful warmth. “We admire what you’ve built,” Adrian said smoothly. “Blackwood Global represents evolution in corporate architecture.” Ethan listened without interruption.