Best Of Iron Man の小説・ストーリー

By chance, Fate, or just the divine intervention of Zeus, I ended up with this incredible man who is hot, great in bed, and so damn sweet. I still don’t know how, in the thousands of men that live in NYC, after only finding assholes, I found such a keeper. And trust me, I know all about the assholes that live in NYC. Between the assholes I met in college, like Alden Zachery Greenwood the Fourth. Insert snort and eye roll here. And massive line-crossing creeps like Trevor Hildebrant. I am beyond lucky to have Clay.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"Yes yes, we know how much you like Ironman, to be precise Junior Robert Downey." "I like Robert because of his acting as Ironman. I too have read somewhere, Robert was the perfect fit for the role because, in reality, he behaves like Ironman, rich and rude but handsome." Scoffing, Vansh mocked her "Yes ofcourse. You were the one who selected him, right."

What's so terrifying about a perfect man? Cora replied, "Because a man like that can never be fully controlled. Besides, things that are too perfect are usually fragile. In this world, whether it's people or situations, things need two sides for them to feel real and controllable." As she spoke, Cora picked up one of the chess pieces Bernard played with and gently rolled it between her fingers. "Just like these pieces. They need opposing sides to maintain balance." Helen said, "You're much more intelligent than I am, which is how you've achieved what you have today. But let me ask you this. Does that theory apply to you, too? Do you really have another man besides Joseph?"

"Come on, everyone knows Irene's obsessed with Malcolm. She drank herself sick meeting his clients, threw everything into his startup. No way she'd actually leave him." "Man's got serious game—both Irving sisters, wrapped around his finger!" Then someone scoffed, "But Irene's not the heiress anymore. Why bother marrying her? Lumi's the real deal. Better package." Malcolm didn't even hesitate. "Who says I'm not marrying Lumi? I already told her I'd sign the papers. As for Irene? I'll just fake the license, keep her fooled. Let her keep working for us—like a live-in maid."