Torre Stark Novels & Stories

Every muscle of his strong torso was defined and well cared for — albeit not gleaming with oil like they had been in the magazine shoot that had attracted her all those years ago. Still, this was a man who knew how to take care of himself — and everyone attached to him. His broad shoulders and muscular chest narrowed to the hills and gullies of his abs before tapering to a V that led my eyes directly down to his straining cock, thick, bold and which was standing at attention.

Alaric * They were mine. I could tell that without any proof. Fuck, twins!! Could I be happier than this? I couldn’t believe the change in the table. A couple of moments before, I was gloomy with the thought that I had lost Moana to some jerk, idiot, and coward. Hold on! I turned my head towards Theodore to kick that bastard after realizing that he was directing those insults at me. "My name is Louis James Stark." That was my boy’s reply. A wide smile appeared on my lips when I heard that.

More tears sprang, my head spinning so hard that I saw a black spot for a couple of seconds. “Listen to me.“ He gritted his teeth while lifting my head to make me look him in the eyes. “If there is anyone in this damned world who knows Stark better than anyone else, it is me. I know what he is capable of and what he has done, especially considering that you only entered his life a few weeks ago. He is a manipulator and a fucking liar. I can tell you that you mean absolutely nothing to him; he only wants you to produce offspring for him and after that discard you as soon as possible.“

I gasped, blinking disbelievingly. Mr. Stevens cleared his throat. "Mr. Montero was a very wealthy man, Miss Mills. A billionaire to be exact. And before his untimely death, he left a sizable sum to you." My knees tried to go out from underneath me, and I leaned against the doorframe to stay upright. A billionaire? Torin? How the hell—the man I knew lived in a compound, not a mansion. He rode a motorcycle, not flew in a private jet. "How… How much?" I managed to croak out.

A shiver raced down my spine and a spike of trepidation followed in its wake. I shuffled closer to Victor. We were sat at the edge of the bed. From this far back the warmth of the fire didn't feel like an assault on the flesh but it warmed my frozen fingers and toes. The door swung open, a cold draft swallowing the heat of the room like a thief in the night. Saint and Sam ambled in with Tania on their heels. Flanking Tania was a pale man with soft eyes and as golden as honey. His red hair was wilder than the fire in the hearth, ringlets falling over his forehead.

What was I supposed to tell them when my mate didn't accept me as his wife or Luna? Ignoring them as always, I went through the exit to find a blue Porsche, parking in front of the pack house. Nervously, I followed beta Rodriguez and found Torvar already seated there. Legs crossed, he was playing with his ipad attentively. He wore a black coat today with a pair of matching jeans and a shirt. The tattoos over his hands were visible under the shiny light in the car. I sat far away from him, pretending to be an invisible person. Suddenly, Torvar's deep voice broke the atmosphere,

I knew it would be hard to go cold turkey once I dipped my hand in Scarlett's cookie jar, but I kept that truth to myself and continued to lie. We watched movies into the night, and soon Stasia kissed me, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I knew what it was. Ever since Scarlett came into our lives, I have been unable to touch Stasia. The mate bond was growing, and I felt connected to Scarlett. I was fighting the pull and connection, but I was losing. The pain had become more excruciating. I did not want Stasia to know, so I opted to pleasure her through the pain. It was the worst experience, and I took it as penance for not keeping my promise to my sister. If I had rejected Scarlett, I wo