Novel & Cerita Iron Man Back In Black

The man himself stood with his back to them, gazing out through the panoramic windows at the city below. "Ms. Chen. Mr. Vitale." Blackwood turned slowly to face them. He was older than Maya had expected, with silver hair and sharp features that spoke of both intelligence and ruthlessness. "Thank you for coming." "Your invitation was... difficult to ignore," Maya replied carefully. A thin smile crossed Blackwood's face. "Please, sit." Two chairs faced his massive desk. Maya and Luca exchanged a glance before complying. "No Marcus Hoffman today?" Blackwood asked, taking his own seat.

The man in black stood up and trudged up to the man kneeling on the ground. Then, he stomped on the back of his head. The man on the ground gritted his teeth in pain at once. However, he did not dare make a sound. The man in black pressed his foot down against the team leader, exerting greater pressure, and in an icy tone, he said, "That scum cracked the system, and he left the country right after. He obviously realized what that thing is and wanted it for himself. Now that we know that he's backed by the military, how are you going to reclaim it?"

And when I returned, when I came back to New York, I wouldn’t be the broken woman who left. I’d be unstoppable.

Their attention was on the one they called the little m*nster. “Damn, bro. The atmosphere’s so tense,” one whispered, his voice shaking. “Shut up, idiot,” another hissed back, unable to hide his own nerves. After a few minutes of waiting, the restroom door opened again. The little m*nster stepped out, wearing his favorite Iron Man shirt, fixing his messy hair. The camera angle was a bit far, so they couldn’t make out his expression. He walked with his hands in his pockets, and what they saw made them blink in disbelief. The way he moved, the confidence in his steps, it was eerily similar to their boss, Dark. Some of them blinked repeatedly, as if refusing to believe it.

******* Gianna returned to her room, she simply packed up her things, and lay on her bed to send a message to Maxim. Gianna: Did you get my pendant back? Maxim replied with a picture of it and also sent a text. Maxim:Got it. I'll give it to you when you get back. Gianna looked at the jade pendant on the photo,Maxim could not have lied to her. But she was surprised that he could really get the pendant back? She was quite curious as to how exactly he got it back. According to Nadia’s character, she would never hand it over easily.

Now I am looking at the Capo Matteo, the one they call ‘Il Diavolo’ (The Devil), not the fun-loving Matt of 5 seconds ago. “Secondly, you agreed, I didn’t force you, that was our deal, remember? You want out? Tell YOUR family the fucking truth, but punch me again, and I will force you out to use your ‘other’ assets to my advantage, black widow. Don’t forget my generosity and affection have their limits.” He threatens, but I just laugh in his face.

I grinned, about to say something—then that cough hit. Steven. Just standing there. The polished version of him? Gone. His shirt was wrinkled, shoes crusty, tie crooked like he'd given up. He looked like a guy who couldn't handle life solo. I guess my face said it all, because he shifted uncomfortably, tugging at his clothes. "Erica, you were... impressive," he said. "But getting your license back isn't simple. Anton and I—we miss you both. Come home. Don't keep doing this. Don't you miss how warm it used to be?"

The cold night lights flashed across his face, sharp and restless, like the storm raging inside him. He couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened back in Dante’s office—the way Irene sat there, speaking so boldly, the way Dante had looked at her. Her. A nobody. A piece of trash he had thrown away without a second thought. Yet Dante Blackwaters, the most powerful werewolf alive—the King himself—had not only defended her, but trusted her word over his. “Impossible,” Trenton muttered, grinding his teeth. “He couldn’t possibly—he wouldn’t…” But the images kept replaying. The moment he walked in and saw Dante beside Irene. Dante feeding her, treating her gently, as if she was made of glass.

' like seriously? 'No, you are not going to force anyone' Jack is just about to pull me when mr. Black's deep upset voice echoes in the hall. Phew! For once, I think I am thankful for Mr. Black's intrusion. At least, this can serve as a compensation for him being a total dick to me earlier this morning. 'In my office mr. Moore' Mr. Black says bossily and then turns back, probably going to his office with an annoyed expression. 'We are not done yet kitten.' Jack says with a victorious grin.

Mike instructed. “Where are you going?” Nathan asked him. “I need to quickly make a call,” Mike explained. “Okay,” Nathan said. As he turned into the hall, he saw a lady; she looked gorgeous from behind. Her black hair cascaded down her back, and the gait of her elegant walk on the black heels she had on gave her a powerful, boss-lady aura. A smile began to spread across his lips. If there was anything Nathan loved, it was a woman who commanded power.