Mr Argont の小説・ストーリー

He sucked in and puffed out the smoke rhythmically, all the while keeping an eye out for the black Chevvy he had been following earlier. He didn't understand what exactly was the observation his Miss had for the rich boy. So far as Max could tell, apart from being stinking rich and (unfairly, in Max's opinion) being blessed with the features of a demigod, he had nothing else going for him. He was incredibly boring and did nothing but work. Hell, in all Max's years of following him around, he had never even seen him interact with women. Perhaps he was one of them rainbow Rguys that Max had been hearing about, but Max had never seen him with a man either.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Mateo said when my eyes narrowed into slits. “You know exactly what happened the last time we went looking for these ancient wolves, Mateo. They are all dead. I think you should give up.” I told him when he abruptly got up from my desk. His eyes held a fire that I had never seen before. “Do you even care about her, Andres? Because if you did, you wouldn't speak like this,” he yelled when I felt my blood boil in anger.

I snarled at him and the man blinked at me, then he threw his head back and chuckled as if I just said something funny before he stood up and put his hands in his pockets. Five men then entered the small room and the courage I have gathered after seeing that fucker started to vanish, what the hell is he planning to do with me? “There is no need to be alarmed, I don’t like other touching what is mine and you have been mine for months now but you just don’t know it yet. Where are my manners? My name is Argon. You don’t know me, but I know you very well and actually we have met before. Remember that video call?”

“Send these out today. We’ll make the announcement formal.” Revania grinned, sipping her orange juice. “I’ll make sure everything is perfect. It has to be memorable.” Argan sat quietly at the end of the table, his coffee untouched. Something in his chest felt heavy—an emptiness he couldn’t explain. Mrs. Dirgantara noticed his silence. “Argan, what’s wrong? You should be happy.” He forced a hollow smile. “Yes, Mother. I’m happy.”

"We sensed your presence from the moment you entered the city. It wasn't hard to follow your trail all the way here. Now, tell us, what are your plans with the Prince?" Argon hesitated. He couldn't afford to reveal the Lycans' grand strategy, not to the very wolves he was trying to thwart. He clenched his jaw, choosing his words carefully. "My mission is classified. I'm not at liberty to disclose any information to anyone, even to the Crimson Pack." Magnus's lips curled into a predatory smile. "Stubborn, aren't you? Perhaps we should persuade you to talk." Before Argon could react, Magnus lunged forward with startling speed, his massive claws extended. Argon narrowly avoided the attack, leap

she orders as Argon opens the door for me to enter the passengers seat. I smile at him and he nods pouting, I slide in the back seat next to Jessica. She was in a crop top and demon jean, a topical earthly outfit. “Are you from earth?” I whisper to Jessica as Argon starts the car. She smiles at me “Yes and we’re closer than you can imagine, sis” she speaks and I nod confused “By the way, who are you mister?” she asks looking at Argon now. “He's Argon, a neurologist” I answer before he could speak. I didn’t want to ruin my image in front of this stranger; God knows who she is to me.

“This isn’t about business anymore, Devandra. This is about pride.” Arga’s voice echoed from the massive TV screen in Devandra’s office. The live broadcast of Arga Group’s press conference filled the room with tense silence. Arga stood at the podium, wearing an elegant gray suit, his face composed yet firm. “We discovered a deliberate sabotage attempt meant to destroy our credibility. But thanks to our team’s hard work and the support of our partners… everything has been restored.” He never mentioned Montgomery Corp by name, but everyone knew exactly who he was talking about.

“I’m sorry... I just thought maybe you should just choose me instead of some she-wolf. I know you better.” Warg dragged her with her legs and began swinging her around like a hula hoop. As a result, her body was thrown forward and collided with the fucking bench. The door to my dungeon swung open, revealing Salvatore. “You dare try to mark me!” Warg roared as he spoke; he was enraged; he choked her once more in an attempt to end her life; however, Salvatore went on his knees and begged him. “Warg, please.” Warg’s eyes widened in surprise; he abhors it whenever anyone in his family shows respect to him by bowing. After spotting a window, he jumped out of the building through the window and st

The man sniffled and smiled, “I can almost smell the war.” Melissa sighed. “One more thing my Lord. Argon is dead, I saw his corpse and it looked like he was beheaded.” The man rolled his eyes, “he failed to carry on his end of the deal. He told me he could get the war started and yet, I had to come up with a plan myself. He was no good for me when he was alive, so why should I care of his death?” he chuckled. “Besides, he was the one that wanted to be alpha of alphas. If only he knew I would have killed him right after he had done what I wanted, I am sure he would be happy now that he is dead.”