Torre Stark Novels & Stories

Upon seeing him in person today, she came to realize that none of those young masters from well-off families in Bradfort City could ever come close to this man. Moreover, seeing that Tony was well-respected even amongst the older generation of corporate bigshots was enough for her to fall in love with him. She quickly chimed in and said, “Dad, Miss Stark is a designer for Hart Group now; naturally, she has to respect her boss. Isn’t it the same for you in our family business?”

"You know so much about me. But I barely know anything about you. Tell me something real." Stark is quiet for a moment. He picks up a stone and turns it over in his hands. "I'm alone a lot," he finally says. "More than I let on. My family... they don't really understand me. They think I'm weak for not fitting in with what I'm supposed to be." "What are you supposed to be?" I ask carefully. "Strong. Ruthless. Good at hunting and killing and all the things that make a..." He stops himself. "Let's just say I'm supposed to be a lot of things I'm not."

After the war between Rogues and Lycans, Stark decided to lived as a normal person. He build an empire of his own. Even mortals didn't recognize that they were only wearing a human skin at day but shifted into a Lycan wolf at night anytime they want. He's one of the richest Lycan king in the whole city of New Jersey. The Stark Real Estate were built ten years ago and still reining in the whole real estate companies. Gerald Itopia was his son to a mortal woman who was Arcela Cortez. She's still in a vacation in Korea. She loved to visit every countries and took some pictures of beautiful buildings. Stark didn't mind her because she's as stubborn like her son.

“Come back soon, okay?” “Okay,” she hung up then. “I’m going to town. Am I needed for anything?” I asked Mr Stark when he walked in. My eyes were glued to the tattoos littered all over his upper body. His left sleeve looked like a forest scenery of some sort. Right at the back, he had numbers, a date, with a tiny baby handprint. I wondered what they meant. “You can go,” he said his back to me. ***** | Emmanuel Stark |

"Ellen Stark started this. She can't be forgiven. I'll take out the garbage for the Starks today!" Chase had only just declared this when he vanished right after. He reappeared like a phantom in front of Tory and pressed his head down hard. He slammed it to the ground. Blood flowed, instantly covering the ground. Tory's brain was crushed and turned into mush. The young Stark died just like that. This panicked the Starks. None of them ever imagined this young man to be so ruthless. "Bastard!" Jerome clenched his teeth, seething. How could a martial arts saint like him get beaten up so badly? Moreover, Chase defeated him purely with physical strength. Who exactly was he?

"Stacy Torres is Jason's secretary...?" --------------

Lee said. "We have to be quick" Tori said. "Don't worry about that. I've created a big distraction that will keep Skull distracted for now" Lee said. "Are you sure about this, Lee?" Tori asked. "The last time Red was tortured, it happened in Skull's personal torturing room" "He has a personal torturing room? Jeez, he's creepier than I thought" Tori said. Four of the workers were heading in our direction so, we made sure our faces stayed hidden.

Victor POV I stood in shock as Ryder purposely stalked up to Tori’s bed and leaned over to look her dead in the eyes. Tori was terrified at who she thought was her friend, now baring down on her with so much anger that you could feel the tension in the room like a brick wall. “Ryder! What is the meaning of this?” He continued to stare at Tori without even flinching at my command. “Little Miss Tori. Daughter of our illustrious Alpha Merrick Romanski.” Ryder stands tall, crosses his arms over his chest, and looks down at her.

They didn’t raise their guns… but they didn’t smile either. One of the guards pressed a finger to his earpiece, murmuring something low. Seconds later, the door swung open. Torres stepped out. He was mid-forties, tan suit despite the heat, gold chain glinting at his throat. His smile was lazy, but his eyes were sharp… the kind that measured every move before deciding if it was worth killing for. “Ace,” he said, spreading his arms. “You are either very brave… or very stupid.” Ace grinned. “Usually both.”