Torre Stark Novels & Stories

"Can you tell me about your boss… this group called Torrent?" However, his calm response sent Skyler flinching, and she could feel a chill down her spine. He had actually helped her regenerate her crushed bones? Her breathing turned heavy even as she considered the near miracle, and Frank had to ask her again to jolt her to her senses. Now, she was looking at Frank with terror and discomfort. "M-Mr. Lawrence…" she greeted him respectfully, even formally. "Torrent is a person, leading an eponymous cabal that recruited many powerful individuals.

PC Torres said stepping forward. I nodded and reached for Nick’s hand. He stayed by my head and held onto my hand the whole time. The officers took a seat and Detective Calloway opened his notepad. They took turns asking questions from time to time, but PC Torres asked most of the questions. Most of the questions started with the beginning of the messages and up to the capture and me figuring out the surroundings and who was holding me captive. I saw a shift in PC Torres, and she shot a look at Nick without him realising. He was fixated on me. She started asking questions about what happened in the room and what Dan did to me. I saw Nick immediately tense up at the line of questioning and I

Verzi and I were stretched relaxingly on the seats sipping on our whisky and soon, we were at the base mansion with sleeping Ari scooped in my arms as we climbed the stairs to the bedroom. Upon arriving inside, I tugged her gently and then exited the room to find Verzi barking orders to Raquel. "If anything, anything at all harms even a single hair on her head, you are going to pay with your life and the lives of everyone in your family. You hear me?" Although that was a little unnecessary, I wasn't going to intervene with how he dealt with 'his people. That was his authority and his alone. "Yes, boss. I will protect her with my life." Raquel stood poised, portraying her power. For a little

She kept running up the stairs until she reached the rooftop. As if waking from her trance, she suddenly realized how dangerous it is standing there. She was about to move her feet and go down when a loud rumble, that took the whole building to tremble, stopped her dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide as she stared at the wild lightning bolts striking down the grounds of the city. Goosebumps filled her whole body as she witnessed the clock tower, a few blocks away, got struck down and was blown away to pieces. Strong winds started to blow, making her hair messier. And then out of nowhere, somebody whispered in her ear. "Run."

But if Gunnar was going to force me to be his PA after everything he knew, I was going to make him regret it once we landed in NYC again. A gentle knock sounded at the door. Thinking it was probably Jaxon, I hurried to answer, except standing there was one of the hotel staff with a strained smile on his face. He cleared his throat before stammering out, "Mr. Astor re-requests your presence i-in his ro-room." It was final, Gunnar was probably a demon from hell sent to torture the human race.

By the way, I think you are strong now because if you were not, you wouldn't have possess this power to argue things with me. Now lay down and make me feel you" He crawled towards her on the bed. "Please don't do this, you need to stop, please". He drew her closed to himself and undressed her gently. Rosela didn't even make an attempt or bother to shout or even scream as she knows that nobody was in the house. Little did she know that, Mrs Bancog was still around. She own a supermarket the lekki as her market was delying to arrive from Dubai.

“I am not! This is a game that can be played in two. I will ignore her until she comes to me! ” "No" Stark said "You will go to see her now!" “Mark my words, Stark Cruz! I will not! I am not a fool to let her do what she wants with me. I am an alpha, the most powerful alpha in Canada, I can't run after a woman just because she wants so. " Max yells at Stark. “You know what? If we lose her again, because of your ego, you are dead to me! ” And Stark closes all his links with Max, leaving him as human as possible.

I glanced over absently, about to close the blinds. Then my eyes stopped. At the farthest corner of the pier, a man leaned heavily on a cheap aluminum crutch while carrying a crate across his back. He limped badly. Every step dragged half a beat behind, his ruined right leg barely following the rest of him. A scar split across his face from forehead to chin, layered over with countless smaller cuts, as though someone had carved him apart inch by inch with a knife. Leon Torres. Once handsome enough to drive the women of the underworld mad.

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

Anton Rogers is the past. But underneath the sparkling sheen, her brain was a fortress under silent siege. The one fired at Rogers Tower hadn't been a sledgehammer of an attack but a scalpel. It had spooked her. It didn't have the blunt fingerprints of a rival corporation or any greedy hacker. It was elegant, surgical, and bore the chilling signature of someone who knew the system architecture all too well. Someone like Sabatine Stalker.