Novel & Cerita Iron Man Fanfiction

Irene’s POV My grip tightened around the phone. “I’m doing it for Mom. There’s nothing to be happy about.” She chuckled dryly over the phone, and suddenly the air going through my lungs felt stuffy, like dust. I hated it. My reaction to her. “You’re too modest, dear. Damian Russo is the most important man in the city. I bet you don’t watch the news.” “You’d be lucky to have him. Your future and kids will thank you for it.”

She while pinching gently the tip of his pointed nose. He just chuckled and gave her a mischievous grin. " I thought I was tired Sweety but when I laid my back beside you, I just realized that I was still as strong as Iron man." He teased her. "Ammpp, liar, I even pitied you for being too tired," she said giggling pinching his stomach. He laughed and caught her hand. "Iron man's rod is still hot, need another round of sharpening," he said whispering and then nibbling her right ear.

*** Ivan *** Day two of Slayne’s heat and apart from Manzitti being a nob and punching me, it’s been amazing. She is mine, all mine and mine alone and when she is vulnerable like this, I can almost pretend she has submitted to me and our fated mates bond. I can almost pretend until she opens her motor mouth and then there is no pretending.

Alpha Dante asked looking at Irene's face. "Seems like your mate need your dick. Why don't you take her from the prison and let you two have some pussy suck and dick suck." Irene mumbled. "Oh my goodness. That guy must have changed you in just a few hours. I just checked, maybe he wouldn't be with you. Cause if your insult continue, he will never come to you again when I got hold of him with my fangs and claws." Alpha Dante said. Irene smiled within. Yeah, this is working. Just as perfect. Making him jealous will be the perfect thing. It works.

“My heart is impenetrable–a fortress of stone, guarded by walls of revenge. Love can’t breach it.” “Maybe you need a stick to pound some sense into that chest of yours,” Cressida’s response was swift and witty, her words taunting him. “With an iron heart like yours, maybe hitting it with your hand isn’t enough,” She chuckled, the sound playful. “Iron Man, indeed.” Alaric’s expression soured, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “You’re really annoying,” he muttered, his voice low and rough, barely containing his irritation. “And your attitude is disgusting.”

"Girl, don't thwart my effort. You are not allowed to call me Mr Xavier, you must act like we are actual couples, I want you to smile and act like we are two souls made for each other, you are to only answer what you are asked and........." Before I was done with my statement, the tapping on the door cut me short. "Who is that?" I roared as I stood up. "Damian. I have been trying to connect with you through the mind link but you have been cutting me off" Damian said through the mind link. "Come in" I replied, saying it out loud for Irene to hear. I glanced behind me only to see her with her head still lowered. I shook my head and snapped my fingers at her. "Hey,stop acting timid and act like

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Stefan chuckled, the sound low and dismissive. “What’s wrong with that? You’ll be married. It’s not like it’ll be forced. Besides…” He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice, “Men like Ryan can’t resist control. You give him a taste, make him think he has it, then you take it away. Use it.” A cold shiver ran down Irene’s spine. She stared at him in disbelief, a sickening knot twisting in her stomach. “You’re insane,” she muttered.

Alexander Ironheart “Get a grip, Alexander.” Beta Brian hissed at me, “You are the one who wanted to propose her … and tell her everything with all those decorations and celebrations. I tried to warn you. You call me your beta and you are supposed to act on my advice.” “And I always do!” I couldn’t hide the snarl in my voice and screamed at my beta.

“I think it’s nice.” “That’s because you’re the sweet one,” I say, smiling at him. “And you’ll have a hundred girlfriends while this one,” I nudge Ian with my leg, “is off learning how to shoot guns while he hangs upside down from a helicopter.” “That sounds awesome,” Ian says dreamily.

“Take it!” I jumped off and grabbed it in my teeth and pranced away victorious, my tail straight up proudly. Following the first scent back again I found the blue eyed boy digging into the dirt with a stick. He looked up as I whined again, and his eyes widened. “My Iron Man!” He held his hands out as I walked over my tail wagging. Carefully I let go as he took his toy back. “Iron Man is really Tony Stark! He doesn’t have powers, so he fights bad guys with a suit. Like Batman!” He explained. “Hey, want to play?” He asked, blue eyes sparkling.