Youngest Stark Novels & Stories

Two of them are bleeding and hurt. “Michael has kids as his protection guard? Fucking pussy,” I grit out as I look around. They look terrified and the eldest should be seventeen, give or take. “How young is the youngest?” I ask harshly, playing with the cork of my gun. “Fifteen,” a frail kid with wild eyes says. Fifteen fucking years. These are a bunch of junkie kids that should be put in juvenile. “Fuck!” I bite out as I look at their faces.

"I'm the youngest brother." "Nice to meet you Sylar," she told him and leaned against Silas. "And that over there, that boy you almost ate is Milo Young," Silas whispered in her ear, his eyes flickering over me. He smirked and whispered something else in her ear that I didn't catch. "You'd figure he'd be a lot stronger then that. Being obsessed with vampire for so long," Stormy said and her eyes scanned me sharply. "Kinda pathetic." I frowned at her then got out of Lyle's arms quickly.

Stark looked at Noah with sad eyes and said, “You are being emotional about this right now, but later on, you will see the bigger picture, son.” Too drunk on his feelings to respond, Noah ignored his father's words and reached for the plate of toast, squeezing his eyes shut for a second when he heard Mr. Stark's sigh. A while later, Mrs. Stark returned to the room with a middle-aged gentleman that seemed to be around the age of Mr. Stark with dark brown hair, tanned skin, hazelnut-colored eyes, and broad shoulders. “Noah, this is Rhodes .” Mrs. Stark introduced them with a small smile, taking her spot next to Noah, who immediately stood up and shook hands with the man. “He mostly serves this

"You know so much about me. But I barely know anything about you. Tell me something real." Stark is quiet for a moment. He picks up a stone and turns it over in his hands. "I'm alone a lot," he finally says. "More than I let on. My family... they don't really understand me. They think I'm weak for not fitting in with what I'm supposed to be." "What are you supposed to be?" I ask carefully. "Strong. Ruthless. Good at hunting and killing and all the things that make a..." He stops himself. "Let's just say I'm supposed to be a lot of things I'm not."

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

" Her tone of voice carries a sense of conclusion. Drake is stunned and looks at her for a moment. He hissed at the person, "Stay out of this, you stray, and simply obey me!" "There is no effing way, alpha!" Because I'm invested in this, please allow me to continue living with you. This is my life. Then, just as Drake was beginning to feel frustrated, Leia entered the living room. The unexpected arrival of her left all of them speechless with shock. Emily rushed over to her and gave her a bear hug, but Leia scowled and pulled away from the encounter.

he conceded, feeling relieved at some point, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the white bandage. “You want me to speak to him or give out your orders?” “My orders.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed my lips this time, and it felt good, except for that disgusting man wrapped in scarves and black clothing. How do I let Brad know about Enzo’s orders? Brad barged into the room unannounced, wearing a sad look on his face. “Lord Stark is dead.” “What?!”