Iron Man Back In Black Novels & Stories

Emillia After a week of me pestering my husband about my training,he finally gave in convinced I was healed enough. Gregory guided me toward a pair of heavy, iron reinforced double doors at the far end of the basement corridor. He pressed his palm against a digital scanner. A soft beep echoed, followed by the heavy, mechanical click of the locks disengaging. When the doors swung open, the scent of expensive leather was instantly replaced by the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil and cold steel. An armory.

As everyone exited the plane, a man left the plane too. He was wearing black trousers and an ash coat that passed his knees. He was also wearing a black hat on his head as he made his way out of the airport. As soon as he made it outside, he smiled and tears escaped from his eyes. “I'm finally back home”. He muttered. He was Collins Beckham. After the accident that happened 22 years ago, he was saved by a foreign couple who had taken him outside of Phoenix city to get better treatment in China. He actually regained consciousness six months ago and had seen some news about his family, after he requested that the wealthy couple help him investigate the current appearances of his family, so tha

Eric began to address the Phoenix Mafia and Yvonne “First off, Jim. I heard from Mr. Smith you used to be Mr. Quinton’s right-hand man; I also hear you love the classics. Therefore, I recommend an updated version of the Ford Mustang. The gray-coloured Mustang in my showroom should suit your taste just fine.” “Ivy, you are the team’s tech expert. Mr. Smith said you once called yourself the female ‘Tony Stark’. How fitting, then, that I can pass the keys of the black, electric Audi R8 to you in a short moment.”

An arrogant rich asshole. " I'm not an easy lay, Mr. Black, and I'm sure as hell not willing to give you a chance to let you fuck me. You should check the next door." I say and take a step back as I turn around to leave.

I curled up my body on the couch, wrapping my arms around my leg as I stared up at the man in front of me "I can't be your sugar baby if this is what this is about, I'll pay you back," I watched as his jaw clenched. He cursed, muttering inaudible words underneath his breath before meeting my gaze again. "I do hate giving up something I have found interest in. Which is why I fucking hate my decisions right now, but a lot is at stake and I've gotta do what I have to," He stated and took a deep breath. "And you can call me Black. Drop the old man shit, I'm not that old anyway," He mumbled making me bite down on my lower lip

Not because of Marco or his men but because of losing Izzy. Marco’s eyes darkened as he met the defiance in Robert’s stance. Frustration flickered across his face. He gestured to his men with an almost lazy flick of his hand. Instantly, they sprang forward, rushing toward Robert to separate him from Izzy. But at that time, Robert was ready. He wasn't some pushover; if so, why would he be called the Black Panther? His body instantly tensed up as the first man lunged at him, but with swift precision, Robert struck, sending the man crashing to the floor. They didn't stop to that; a few more tried their luck, but Robert blocked them easily, his movements sharp and relentless. One by one, they fe

When she tried to lift herself up, she groaned at the heaviness that her body was feeling. Then, sensing the presence of someone nearby, Tang Yazhu turned her head to the left. At the turn, she saw an IV drip and a man sitting on a chair next to her bed wearing a fitted full black suit. Despite wanting to pay attention to his face, she could only see his well-built body. In a hoarse voice, she asked the man, "I-I'm… alive?" She tried reaching out her left hand to touch him, wanting to see if this was truly real. However, being quite weak, her hand could only begin to fall. Just before it hit the bed though, the man grabbed her hand, holding onto it.

AVATIA'S POV It had been a week since I last saw Mr. Black. Ever since that incidence, he had not been here. The reason why I went back was to give him the money cause $30,000 was just too much and I honestly regret going back there. He had terrible mood swings that day. Earlier in the day, he was happy and made me feel pretty, then when I met him at the mansion, he looked like he was going to kill someone which I'm sure he did. I did hear him tell Roberto to kill people. I swear, that freaked me out. I don't know why I came back here but my heart just knew Mr. Black needed help. He spoke of a certain girl and I was curious as to what happened.

He was looking for a way to get in but he could not. Meanwhile, Aaron’s phone buzzed. He saw an unknown number on his screen. “Hello, Mr Black,” The tone was sarcastic and unknown. “Who is this?” Aaron asked. “Forget me so fast,” The man laughed. “Let me remind you,” The man laughed wickedly and added, “Ishan. Whom Elaina and you destroyed, but both of you are mistaken.” “Now, come back home. Your black tiger become a cute cat before me. Don't you wanna see your kids?” Ishan laughed again like a maniac.

We sat there and drank our drinks slowly before getting up and heading to Miniso. I was checking out purses while Ayo was trying out all the sunshades they had. He pouted to the mirror and posed as he switched shades. When he was halfway done, he just picked out two different black ones and came over to me with a leather journal in his hand. “Here,” he placed the mint green journal in my shopping basket. “I didn’t know that they made these.” I said while browsing through the different sets of earphones I found. “Thanks. How’d you even know that I wanted one?”