Romans & histoires Mr Arrogent

All of them within range had felt the magic, and the feeling of it was written across their faces in different combinations of the same essential ingredients, unease, fascination, the particular wariness of people who have just encountered something they do not have a category for. A werewolf with magic. I understood the reaction. I had spent long enough being the thing people didn’t have a category for to recognize it on sight. “Perhaps Lady Sage would prefer somewhere private.” Argos materialized at my right side with the timing of someone who had been watching carefully and had chosen his moment well. He was good at that, appearing when he was needed without making his watching visible. I

I come out from hiding and the skin walkers body was no longer a body but a sack of bones and blood, it was disgusting. I walk outside the cave to see a larger Wolf, Black fur covered him as he walked around the cave to retrieve clothes that were hiding in a log, Argo, the Rogue King. He looked like a human but was not normal. He had red eyes and was 7foot tall with short grey hair. He was not built with muscle but that did not mean he was not capable of tearing me to bits if he wanted to.

“The smell is almost unbearable to us wolves.” “I’m fine. This is nothing compared to what we were trying to escape few days ago.” Angelo’s rotten smell had prepared him for this. He casted back the mask to him. “Alright. Oh, look at that we have our first friend to say hello.” Argus took his sword. “Is that the monster you were talking a while ago?” In front of him is a tiny winged monster. It does not look harmful at all, but behind every appearances there is always a surprise.

Securing the Lycan chairmanship position was of utmost importance, and I couldn’t let anything jeopardize that—even if it meant enduring those insults thrown at Olivia. I believed she too would endure, I thought. “Coward,” Argon growled. But I ignored him. He was a beast after all, I thought. “You are the beast—a self-centered and foolish beast. No… a fucking coward monster,” Argon flared up, raining curses on me. I stood there on the podium, mute and numb. It had been a while since I had seen Argon this furious. The last time was when my first love died. Fuck…

“What was that thing in the video?” The questions fired off in rapid succession. I lifted my hand to silence the room as I took a deep breath. “I’ve asked you to come so that I could inform everyone that Argentum is focusing on a new project. With my pending marriage to Cillian Harkness, Argentum will be merging with Ark Angel Pharmaceuticals.” A hush fell over the crowd for just a blip of a moment before I found myself bombarded with more questions than I had answers. I raised my hands once again, trying to silence the room.

"Mr. Nick Knight is known as the most eligible bachelor of Uk. He has a God gifted handsome look. He is known as the most successful young businessman. He has dated with the top model, actress, singer of Uk. But his every relationship lasted for more than one week. He never takes no as answer. People says he born to win. He has a nature to ordering around.. He is 26 and at this age he won the businessman award two times. He is also known as the most arrogant, rude, heartless billionaire... Reading those I start counting his quality. Number one: He is a womanizer. As he dated many girls and all of them lasted for a week.. Second: He is arrogant, rude, heartless. Means he is a devil in a word.

“Don’t you feel it? My body… it’s burning.” Clutching the edge of the table for support, I tried to stop my trembling. “This… this isn’t normal. Something’s wrong…” Argantara gritted his teeth, then suddenly grabbed a glass bottle from the table. Without hesitation, he smashed it, and a sharp shard sliced across his left arm. “Argan!” I screamed in shock. Fresh blood streamed down his arm. He winced, but his gaze grew slightly clearer. “I… need the pain to fight this heat inside me.”

I was about to get up from bed when James appeared on top of me, he shoved some clothes into my hands "Wear this and I will deal with you later." He sounded so angry that I was scared out of my mind, his eyes were red with anger and he aura was just like the one of a villain but in his presence my heart felt comfortable. I was scared but I knew I was safe and nothing could happen to me. After saying those words and glaring at me he went out to give a chase to Cameron. I didn't have the energy to put on the clothes so I just snapped my fingers and those clothes covered me.

He opened his mouth to fire back, his face red with a mixture of shock, rage, and humiliation, but I didn't give him the chance to speak because I was already certain anything coming from that mouth of his was absolute trash. I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping low but loud enough for him to hear clearly. “Enjoy your fast cars and your remote work for the next few days, Montgomery because the moment you step onto my land, you belong to the ranch and I assure you, you’re going to sweat out all the royal blood in you before you can say Jack Robinson.” Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heel and swirled my dress behind me as I walked away into the crowd, leaving the great Juli

“We were hoping you could tell us, sir. The corridor cameras on this floor glitched for about twenty-five minutes around the time you returned. When recording resumed, you were already inside the suite and the hallway was empty.” Glitched!?. Right, cameras didn’t just glitch in a place like the Grand Regent. “So no one saw anything?” I pressed, my voice rough. The attendant shrugged. “Only thing we know is a gentleman in a black hoodie paid your club tab in cash right after the incident and asked security to make sure you got to your room safely. He kept his face hidden the whole time. He's tall, Scottish accent. That’s all we’ve got.” Scottish accent!? My heart stuttered so hard I thought I