Torre Stark Novelas e Histórias

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po

DANTE Back in the penthouse, Viktor's team has transformed every entrance into a checkpoint, with cameras monitoring every angle and motion sensors that track movement on every floor. The elevator requires biometric authentication just to reach our level. And still, I don't feel like it's enough. "Torres has gone completely dark," Viktor reports during our 6 AM briefing. "No credit card usage, phone activity, or even digital footprint. He's either left the city, or he's gone to ground."

I blinked at her in disbelief for a second before I realized what she was serious. “You are joking right?” I asked in disbelief, I shook my head trying to wrap my mind around it. Tessa turned towards me and held up her hands defensively “You don't believe me?” Her tone was more aggressive than usual with a hint of anger underneath. I frowned slightly realizing how hard I must be scaring her. I sighed and shook my head “No not really. I don't understand anything you are saying” “Have I ever been wrong about something? Have I ever lied to you? I am telling you now that Mr Stark will be in danger. More danger than he already is if we don't put a CCTV in his room and a guard outside his room”

I exclaim. Torie is an Omega, a warrior and our pack’s best tracker. Seriously her nose has us all beat, but on top of all that Torie is the best DJ around. She makes most of her money working at a human club in the city, but she’s often requested by other packs for parties since she’s that talented and doesn’t charge insane fees. So having her DJ my party is fantastic news.

She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking past me. At the gate. At the figure standing just inside it. A man. Tall. Still. Dressed in black. Face shadowed by the hood of his jacket. Not moving. Not speaking. Just watching. My blood went cold. Torres reached for his gun. “Boss—” “Don’t,” I said. Because I knew. Before he lifted his head. Before he stepped forward. Before the light hit his face. I knew. Reaper.

he shook his head, his tone stern and full of dominance that made me want to submit to him there and then. "Please...Hunter Rodriguez, fuck me." I finally said it loud. A smirk took over his lips and he sat straight to unbutton his shirt, "Now, was that so hard?"

I get instant recognition everywhere I go! People learned the name Stark even before learning the name of their country's president. STARK CORP was one of the biggest companies in the world, top notch of the real estate industry. Yet Isabella showed nothing similar to respect on their first meeting, even though she clearly knew who he was. She was driving him crazy, and truth be told, part of him was intrigued. “Why aren’t you saying a thing? Is my sister still alive?” She grabbed his wrist, squeezing it with panic.

*** Manhattan, New York Alessandra "I had a night terror, Tori. I just had to have a nightmare in front of him and he took care of me! I showed him one of my biggest weaknesses and now, I don't know how to fix it. I mean, I got the usual weird stares from his staff- some of whom I am sure HATE me- but he said nothing. Who knows what the hell he is planning." I shouted over the music to my little sister who instantly pulled me in for a warm hug that I tried hard not to relate to the one He had given me last night. She understood the implications of such a revelation to the man I was trying to save us from.

I guess so. With a huff, Stark walks back to the house and up to our room, which is the last place she was before she decided to teleport. Stark paces and has blocked me from shifting us back. Soon enough, there’s a small “pop” and Morrigan is sitting on our bed. “Hello, asshole. Oh sorry, Stark.” She says with a sneer. If you don’t spank her, then I will. Yup, gonna spank that attitude right out of her. Stark gives me back control but his anger and mine swirl together and I’m raging. I don’t think I have ever been this mad before.

I saw it with my own eyes, the fireball from nothing which I could not admit. "You haven't seen someone like him before? That man does not live in this town but mystics are normal here. I have one too! You are cooler than him, though," Tori said. We already bought stocks for the house and we are on our way home. He is holding my hand as he walks beside me. I am glad that he has become more comfortable as we spend time together. "Mystic? Is that something like magic?"