Christopher Argent Romane & Geschichten

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

He threatened me calmly. I was crying silently looking at his eyes directly. Why are they so deep? What secret is hidden in his eyes? "What do you want from me." I stuttered while looking at him. "You, angel." He said. "Please leave me and my family. I will pay you the loan till tomorrow. Please leave us." I begged. This was the second time I was begging from him. I never begged in front of anyone. He broke my self-respect in millions of pieces.

“Hehe, you think too highly of yourself. I merely see you as my stepping stone. If it weren't for your strength, I would've ignored you.” Argent was unhappy with the man’s attitude—he was too arrogant. Even though they were going to cooperate, he refused to reveal his name. Even though Argent was annoyed with this insincere guy, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to his arrogance. “Forget it. I’ll just make use of him to get rid of Philip.” Argent returned to his room in annoyance and started to treat his right hand. He once obtained a secret technique that could quickly restore him to normal. Argent scowled at the sight of his empty right sleeve.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

said the man who was pointing the gun at Helena. “And you think I don't know that?” She spat while still pointing at me. "I had no idea we’d waste so much time with those fucking doors." "Please, don't hurt her, Angela," I said seeing the man caressing my wife, "Your hate is with me, isn't it? If you tell me what you want... I'll give it to you, is it money? I can give it to you, or maybe...” “I wanted you!” she exclaimed interrupting me, "I told you more than once you are mine, Christopher, I let you know when I took you with me those days, I’ll let you live because you didn't know what you were doing when you married this bitch."

Ryan started taking out a black pin and pinning it to my shirt “ We can see what you can see, which will help with instructions and being able to see where you are. It blends in with your clothing choices perfectly. But if for any reason they make you change you need to unclip this and try and make it blind in the best way you can. This is important Char we can’t get busted or you can die right then and there” Creed said as Ryan adjusted it to my shirt. “ I understand” I nodded gulping down some of my coffee

Argos and witnessed his lips curl slowly into a smile that even sent cold shivers down my spine. In the industry, Abraham Argos isn't only known as the 'case killer' or 'end game'; he's also rumored to have deep collections to the underworld. Whether it's true or not, his presence certainly evokes the impression of a formidable leader. “Long time, brother.” As soon as those words rolled out of him, my breath hitched, and the hallway fell into a grave silence. Brother? BROTHER!? What the bloody…!? “Don't call me that!” Damien barked out, his gaze reddened with resentment.

Christof also arrived drenched from swimming. "So, what's the plan? Are we going back to the villa or what?" Christof inquired after a few moments. Almost everyone is waiting for Argo's response. But Argo had remained quiet in his seat. His features darkened, his eyes were completely morbid, and he showed no signs of emotion. He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his shoulder. I even sneaked a glance at him and nearly fell out of my chair when I realized he had my undivided attention.

I pray it to be Leo, but when I see Paul bend down next to Christopher, my heart almost stops beating. "Christopher is dead. What are we supposed to now?" He repeats, and I stare at him in horror. "No...this can't be possible. Christopher can't die. He fucking can't die." I take a step back and whisper to myself. I could still picture his smiling face as he left my suite room. It was just moments ago when he assured me that everything was going to be fine. No. This is not true. I know this is just a fucking bad dream. Christopher can't die. He can't fucking leave us in the middle. All my hard work and suffering can't go in vain like this. He was meant to be the mafia boss. He was meant to ta

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.