Iron Man Young Mga Nobela at Kwento

Yohan proudly exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes... Yohan, close your eyes!” Mrs. Moorsum suddenly exclaimed. Being startled by her, Yohan covered his eyes with his hands immediately and asked, “What’s wrong, Mrs. Moorsum?” “Well... Nothing. It’s just that... There is some scene not suitable for children to watch,” Mrs. Moorsum responded. “I know that. Uncle Eric told me before that children can’t watch it when Iron Man is transforming. Mrs. Moorsum, is Dad transforming into a superhero?”

Vital Orange exclaimed, stunned at Ivor’s words. He looked at the bitter smile on Tucker’s face and inferred that neither Ivor nor Tucker was telling lies. He looked at Mane again. The boy looked no older than 18, and if Ivor had told Vital Orange that Mane was a Thrasher, he would have been able to believe it. It would have been difficult to accept, but it wouldn’t have been such a big deal since he had met geniuses who had attained the Thrasher level when they were in their twenties. But Mane didn’t look older than 18, and even if he looked younger than his actual age, it was still difficult to accept that this young man seated before him was a Predator.

Curious about his presence, I sit to look at him better. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?” I ask, but the boy throws me a disdainful look. “Milena brought me out for fresh air. And you, shouldn’t you be working?” Bold just like his mother. I growl mentally. “You must be Alex,” I say the obvious, disregarding his boldness. However, I confess I’m surprised by my calm tone. “And you must be Mr. Iron Man,” he replies, causing me strangeness. “Iron Man?”