Ironman 3 Novels & Stories

She opened the metal pin cemented into the floor to release the arm chains that held him flat to the floor and grunted as she pushed the large male onto his back. He was very tall and had to weigh at least two hundred sixty pounds or so. She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes.

The weight felt heavier than ever. The car pulled away once I settled in and closed my eyes. I could hear Isolde and Tisha bickering up front. Isolde was annoyed that Tisha was still smoking, complaining it made the air stuffy. “Are we heading to the airport now?” I asked, cutting in before I got dragged into their argument. Four years of Katerina’s training had made the three of us surprisingly close. I never imagined I’d get along with Tisha, never in a million years.

Another head rolled. The third man looked up at the balcony where I stood. His eyes found mine. He didn’t scream. Then his head was struck from his shoulders. The three bodies were left where they fell, twitching as the dark magic tried to claim them. Seraph’s puppets laughed with a hundred voices at once.

The three beastmen who'd been driven out looked at each other in confusion. Soren, Adrian, and Caspian couldn't understand it at all. Their transformations had been modeled after numerous beastmen. In their previous life, Lydia couldn't take her eyes off these beastmen. After finally managing to transform, I had kicked them out. Only then did Caspian and Adrian truly believe I wasn't the Lydia from their previous life. When I emerged from the cave the next day, I carried some fatigue. Looking at the three waiting by the entrance, I said, "You three..."

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

“You Jenny?” She jumped. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know?” “Lucky guess.” He came closer and she stood still. “I’m King.” Cautiously, he extended his large hand. “Good to meet you.” She looked down at his hand. It suddenly occurred to her that the third man she was actually going to touch in more than six years was a possible criminal. This is Chris' boss and he's not going to hurt you. Just shake the man’s hand.

He wrapped me in a warm, strong hug, and in that unfamiliar place, I felt like I had found the most dependable shoulder to lean on. "Selena!" Hearing that voice, I thought I was in a dream. Henry, who had never left Itania, was suddenly standing in front of me, looking worn from his journey. His eyes settled on Liam, hard and unfeeling. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively stepped in front of Liam, shielding him from Henry's stare. Henry's face crumbled with disbelief, his voice laced with incredulity. "Selena, are you avoiding me? Is it because of him?"

When I completed Quinn’s discharge procedures, Ronnie helped us book flights to the south. The day before leaving the city, at the far end of a hospital corridor, I saw Dorian one last time. He knelt beside his paralyzed mother’s bed, gaunt and hollow-eyed, like a walking corpse. We met each other’s gaze across the crowd. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Nevertheless, I didn’t stop. Holding Quinn, I turned and walked into the sunlight without looking back. All the love and hatred, the blood and betrayal were left behind with that flight. My life didn’t belong in the ruins of resentment.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents