Iron Man Aesthetic Novels & Stories

I come up with an idea after deciding to shift the subject. "Iron man huh? Is he your favourite Avenger?" I continue, seeing his expression brighten up. "Yeah. He protects people from the baddies, and nothing can stop him because he's like super strong. And, and, he has a super duper cool suit!" He says excitedly bouncing up and down in his seat. I think I've found out how to make him talk. Looks like this guy is an Avengers fan.

Possessed attributes that were too breathtaking to comprehend. Heart-shaped lips as red as wine, an aquiline-like nose, chiseled jaw that cut sharply, perfect facial alignments, and perfectly waxed jet-black hair that looked so laid back, with perfect grayish blue eyes that appeared green sometimes or gray, each moment one looked into them: Ivan Hamilton was an ethereal beauty. He was all, but yet had the perfectly toned, muscled, proportionate body of a professional model, and a rare killer smile which made hearts throb at the sight of it.

Any girl could go on her knees for that sharp hawkish nose that he possesses. He was an Eros dressed to kill. Even the blue apron covering his shirt gave him the look of allure. However, like a precision to say, Ace looked hot in every outfit that he sported. He had defined cheekbones and a concrete jaw like a beautiful and magnificent sculpture. Scarlet bit the inside of her cheek to arrest the sweet tingles erupting from her skin because of his closeness.

Tattoos marked their hands. “Perfect! We finally took him down. Finish him off!” Their bald leader, eyes blazing, raised his gun at the fallen man. But then his gaze fell on Irene. She was dressed to perfection that evening—her scarlet dress hugged her curves, her porcelain skin glowing against the dim light, her silky hair cascading over her shoulders, framing her doll-like face and wide, innocent eyes. She looked less like a woman caught in a nightmare and more like a vision pulled straight from a dream—or temptation made flesh.

But like the kind you saw in glossy magazines, the kind in an expensive suit who happened to own the skyscrapers that cut across the New York skyline. Dark suit, perfectly cut to broad shoulders and a lean waist. Raven hair with threads of silver at the temples, slicked back to reveal sharp cheekbones and a jaw that looked carved from stone. Not to mention, his pair of amber eyes were the most beautiful I'd seen in a while. I had no idea if it was the effect of the alcohol, but I found him extremely attractive. "Something like that," I whispered. His gaze lingered on my ruined eyeliner, then my lips and then down enough to have scanned me from head to toe in a way that made me feel naked eve

"Is this yours?" The deep voice sounded again, awakening her from the sudden shock. Irene's pupils constricted, looking at the man wearing a slightly torn shirt, revealing his toned arm muscle. Instead of giving him a ragged look, it amplified the sense of attractive wildness. "What?" Her hoarse voice sounded, and a frown marred her forehead. This man's face was akin to a Greek sculpture; perfect and fascinating with sharp and prominent features. However, it wasn't enough to make her lose her mind.

I could picture myself like a prey, and this one is my predatory. "Are you okay?" Even his voice wasn't gentle, it's full of viciousness. My lips parted. Dahan-dahan akong tumango at pinagmasdan ang siya ng mabuti. His body's defined perfectly, sculpted like a greek warrior in ancient times. His prominent jawline is something that captivates me, from his thick furrowing eyebrows, thick and long lashes and eyes of a cruel man possessing no emotion at all, it amazes me how flawless he is. Sa matangos niyang ilong, labing maninipis at kulay pula, sa kanyang balat na mamula-mula, hindi pa ako humanga ng ganito sa tanang buhay ko.

To Amy, the metal man looked like a bronze statue of 2Pac if it came to life. She saw the electric light in his eyes glowing like a charging light on a smartphone. His chiseled, metallic chest resembled body armor on a gladiator. Amy’s words were stuck in her throat as she stared at 2Pac. She didn’t want to be fascinated by a robotic man wearing blue jeans. Amy tried to keep her focus on her son sitting in the metal man’s arms. She looked up at the robotic 2Pac, who towered over her. His carved titanium alloy-covered shoulder muscles shimmered from the auto factory ceiling’s lights shining down on his six-foot-four frame.

His body isn’t just… fit so damn it all that I was literally embarrassing myself. This man looks like he’s carved from stone, with his Broad shoulders, which looks wider than I remember, like they were built to carry weight and probably have. His chest is solid glistening under the warm glow of the room, every line of muscle sharp and real, not the kind you see and forget. Believe me I would know since I spend all morning working with shirtless men day in day out! His abs….. Oh, for fuck’s sake Irina. I physically stop myself from staring too long.

"And how do you know that name?" "Finally," the man said with obvious satisfaction. "At least one of you is sensible enough to ask the right question instead of jumping straight to violence." He reached up slowly, deliberately, and lowered his hood. Everything froze. The man revealed was... there were no words. Beautiful didn't cover it. Stunning fell short. He was the kind of beautiful that hurt to look at....the kind that made you question whether beauty itself was a weapon. Sharp, aristocratic features that could have been carved by a master sculptor. Skin that seemed to glow faintly from within. Hair dark as midnight with threads of silver at the temples. And eyes....amber eyes exactly l