Bruce X Tony Novels & Stories

His response was swift and concise, introducing me as his consigliere's brother. "It's a pleasure to meet you," Madame Beatrice greeted me with politeness, her tone concealing the underlying currents of power and manipulation. Yet, I couldn't shake the feeling of tension in the air. I knew that Tony, my brother, had also laid eyes on Madame Beatrice for the first time, and the emotions simmering beneath his surface were far from pleasant. I glanced at Tony, catching a glimpse of the seething anger in his eyes. It was a reminder of the unresolved pain he carried from his father's untimely demise and the knowledge that the person responsible for his father's death stood before him.

Tony chuckled. Something occurred to Dillon. Tony had many wise moments like these. He must have seen a lot in his travels. Dillon realized he had started to look up to Tony. He seemed like a really stand-up guy and Dillon liked the example he set. Just a down to earth hard worker that loved his friends, cars, and all things Marvel.

The resemblance between the brothers was quite apparent. Walking over, Tony removed his shades while extending his hand to Ben. He offered a friendly smile and said, "Hey there, nice to meet you. I'm Tony." Ben blinked in surprise. Seeing him hesitate, Tony chuckled. "What's the matter?" "Oh... nothing." Ben shook his hand, exchanging a brief handshake. Tony felt quite satisfied. Last time, things didn't go well with Diana. This time, he had to make a good impression on Chloe for sure. After he took a seat, Ben couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Holy crap, I thought it was just makeup when I saw him on screen before... but seeing him today, he really is more beautiful than a woman!"

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

Arthur spoke, tears falling down his cheeks now. "I too felt something," Tony replied. "Something surging in me, like pure energy," he added. Arthur looked confused. "How is your injury?" Arthur demanded and Tony looked confused. Tony touched himself on his chest and head, "I am fine, sire." "Lift your shirt," Arthur ordered and Tony obeyed. Arthur stared in disbelief, where there was a dark blue bruise hours ago, now it was clear skin. Tony was healed, absolutely, totally healed. "What should we do?" Tony asked. "I don't think she can survive the journey home."

Anthony was vaguely concerned the old man would collapse in a fit, although in Anthony’s mind, it wouldn’t be much of a loss. “Sit down, Bruce. This isn’t about you. You’re only making yourself look like a fool.” Stan’s voice was like a whiplash. Anthony had never heard him talk like that in all the years he’d known him. He was impressed by the older man’s ferocity. Bruce gaped at Stan, slowly sinking into his chair again.

She was not affected by Bruce’s little tricks but the power and energy contained in his shout were signs that he had grown so strong that it could even threaten her. Even in her prime and healthy state, she was no longer confident in beating him. As for Jude, he smiled. The stronger Bruce was, the better his reputation would be. Even though he got Bruce from the Viper’s Den West State, it was also evidence of his wide connections and the support from the top brass of the organization. It also sent people a message that he was the most suitable candidate to be chief. Albert was not affected by the roar. He came back from the purgatory of war, where bodies were as tall as mountains and blood f

(Bruce's POV) An hour earlier. Fiona was a mess of tears, her fingers clutching Bruce's sleeve. "Bruce, what do I do? Tony fell from a tree! He's bleeding so much, I'm so scared." Tony was sobbing uncontrollably. Without thinking, Bruce scooped him up and ran for the pack clinic, calling Avril on his way. "Avril, tell Leo I'm sorry." "Tony's hurt. I have to get him to the clinic."

“Hey, aren’t you also curious about Alexander?” Bruce looked up from his meal to glance at Eden with innocent eyes. Eden raised an eyebrow. “Or did you actually know the real Alexander this whole time?” Bruce glanced at Alexander before shaking his head furiously. In reality, Eden didn’t know Bruce that well. The man had only lived with them for less than a month. It was after that month that Eden had to leave the country for a while. What Eden didn’t know was that Bruce was actually a subordinate to Alexander and was the big boss of the underground world in the city back then.

He knew better. “Be careful,” he said instead. I almost laughed. “I was careful,” I replied. “That’s how I survived Antonio.” This would require something else. After I hung up, I stood there for a long moment, my phone dangling uselessly in my hand. The beach looked the same. Calm. Perfect. Mocking in its serenity. I had underestimated Bruce. I saw that now with uncomfortable clarity. Antonio believed in systems. In inevitability. In the quiet power of prediction. But Bruce? Bruce believed in fear. In spectacle. In reminding people exactly how fragile they were when he decided to touch the edges of their lives.