Mr Arrogent の小説・ストーリー

Alejandro said. They looked at Easton who was talking to someone over the phone. “I will get that bastard this time” said Lorenzo angrily. ****** “My lord it’s not our fault, he ran away with the money” said a man who had an Italian English accent. “I gave you three chances Marcus and you failed three, you are a traitor despite I gave you three chances and you know there is no place for treachery here” he said in a sinister voice and pulled the trigger three times.

~Jade’s POV~ I sat and watched Mr. Arrogant stare at me with such hunger, or maybe it was disdain combined with hunger, but I’m not giving up. Kate hadn’t taken her seat yet, so I went to a seat with a better view of Mr. Lombardi. With his gaze on me, I drew my skirt up to my thighs and opened my legs. Since she stole my funds, I have been motivated to do just about anything to piss Kate off. I will steal her next target. Domenico kept his attention fixed on me as he held my scarlet thong to his nose. I parted my legs to give him a better view.

I continued taking a shower but I didn't expect the bathroom to open and I saw worried face of Mareng with Argo himself. Because the shower room is a glass wall, I could not hide my naked body. "Oh, shit!" I quickly turned around but closed my eyes when I realised my ass was showing off. "My God, I thought something was happening to you!" Mareng worried voice spoke. "What's going on?" Argo's authoritative voice was the one I heard speak. I quickly pulled the bathrobe that was on the side and put it on, and headed out into the shower room. I glanced at Argo, who was already dressed in a plain T-shirt and black walking shorts. The tension in his jaw is very evident to his subtle face as he loo

The silver wasn’t just physical; it was laced into the spell itself, tainting her core. Then the door creaked open, and heavy footsteps echoed across the floor. Serena raised her head slowly, her eyes narrowing at the tall figure entering the chamber. Maeron. The very name sent a shiver down her spine. He was impossibly handsome, in a way that was otherworldly and terrifying. Long dark hair fell over his shoulders, his features sharp and regal—too perfect to be mortal. His eyes, a swirling mix of black and sea-green, held an unnatural gleam, as if the ocean itself whispered secrets within them. His long robe shimmered with a magic she didn’t recognize, embroidered with sigils and runes from

“What is your name short for? Margaret?” Maggie swallowed past the sudden dryness in her throat, her eyes were locked with his, feeling utterly captivated by this dark and mysterious stranger. “Marguerite,” she breathed. “Marguerite,” he repeated quietly. “I’m Arlo.” Arlo... It suited him. Arlo's head snapped up suddenly, and he looked behind him. The spell that seemed to enchant Maggie broke as she pulled out of his hold, shuffling back on the bedsheets, away from the ridiculously hot and dangerous man who was making her heart palpitate.

Leaving my hair down, I put on some lip gloss and my jasmine perfume. As soon as I get to his house, I become nervous, but I don’t let it deter me. Isa lets me into the house without incident and informs me that Argent is in his office. Without knocking, I open the door and come face-to-face with another man. This man is gorgeous with dark hair, tanned skin, and a stylish beard. The breath leaves my lungs as I gaze nervously into his obsidian eyes. They narrow into slits as soon as he sees me. He’s about Argent’s height, but unlike Argent, this man looks less like a GQ model and more like one of those UFC fighters.

The room reeked of chemicals and tension. “A package for me at this time of night?” Argent’s voice filled the space, her silver hair gleaming in the dim light as she turned to face him. Her gaze was predatory, assessing. Hound dropped the rope, the boy’s body slumping lifelessly to the floor. He stood silent, his mind racing. Another Seer. Not just any Seer. Argent—a name whispered with both fear and awe. “Who would have guessed a deal with Binge gone wrong would cause this much trouble, eh?” she said, chuckling darkly.

He whistled, “I had no idea you’d become so vicious. I think I like this version even better.” “Good for you.” I stepped back, putting distance between us. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Your Highness, I have a very generous shopping trip to prepare for, courtesy of your father’s refined aesthetic sensibilities.” I moved to walk past him, but his hand shot out, catching my wrist. “Margaux…” “Is there a problem here, Your Majesty?” Darius’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. He’d moved down the corridor with surprising speed for a man his size, positioning himself just close enough to intervene if necessary.

“You’re literally being hunted in two worlds and your solution is to go boardroom hopping?” Maverick's gaze lingered on me, his voice coming out soft and calm, “It’s not just tech, Maggie. This company funds half of what we’ll need to fight back. If I don’t move now, I lose leverage I can’t afford.” I sighed, knowing I won't be able to stop him. My gaze was forced back to Ardan when he revealed the cloth-wrapped item. An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes.

He was the kind of man who would bet a month’s inheritance on a single hand of poker just to feel the rush of losing it. He possessed the sharp, aristocratic Mordrake features—the piercing eyes and the arrogant tilt of the chin—but he lacked the "Sovereign’s" iron control. To Marcel, the Mordrake wealth wasn't a legacy to be protected; it was a mountain of gold he was being unfairly blocked from climbing.