Ironman 3 Novels & Stories

Fuck. I was flushed with passion almost instantaneously. There was a tall, thick, Dark Indian man that towered over the other two in the room. His oiled muscles bulged from every direction, and I felt myself immediately drawn to him. He introduced himself as Ryan. The man to his left looked exactly how you would imagine Ethan Hunt from Mission Impossible. He was perfect, with long flowing blond hair and piercing silver eyes. His tanned body glistened with oil beneath the lights in the room.

I saw him standing over my desk with his hands in his pocket and a smug smirk on his face. I muttered what I always say whenever I saw him. I pray your family goes bankrupt so that I can get back at you. “Yes?” I replied. I stared blankly at him, his face seemed to blur in and out of focus. I think he noticed I wasn't my usual self cause unexpectedly, his hands brushed against my forehead. “Shit, you're burning up”

“It might hurt more at first, since the nanobots repair from the inside out, focusing on nerve endings and…” “Do it,” she demanded, her tone firm and steady. “I can’t live like this Connor. Please.” Connor sighed, showing the smallest touch of true emotion as he looked up and away from his little sister, before turning his gaze back towards us, hiding his true feelings behind an icey, professional mask. “ASP,” he speaks into the air. “Tell Dr. Monroe to bring Chameleon III to Room 7.” “Compliance,” a digitized voice vibrates from overhead. “Approximate arrival in 3 minutes.”

Her words died in her throat. Damien shot to his feet, and the immense power of the Prince erupted from him. Isabella was caught completely off guard, sent flying by the force and slamming hard against the wall. She clutched her nearly broken ribs, her once triumphant crimson eyes now filled with terror and confusion. "My Prince… what's wrong?" Damien's eyes burned with an unprecedented fury, his voice a low, beastly roar. "And to think the Kindred cultivated you as one of our elite!"

Horror colors my thoughts and expression at the thought of one brother doing that to another. “Now add the Joker’s grin to Ivan’s face while he does it,” Campbell says, shivering in revulsion. “That’s what we’re up against. This guy will not stop until he is fucking put down and I think that most of his warriors will be the same.”

she said, stopping as Thane raised his hand. "Thank you, Jess," he said softly, "I appreciate your support, and it's likely we'll need to rely on it in the coming weeks." She smiled, bowing her head gently in respect, and he continued, "But we already have a new Gamma," he said, "Luca has accepted the role." Her eyes went wide, and Luca gave her a sympathetic smile, "Oh.. I.. I guess I'll go start packing then.." she said, sounding disappointed, but Thane raised his hand again.

It was a signed photo of Iron Man. “Oh wow! You actually got me something Iron Man.” Chastity said with a giggle. “Yeah. I figured you’d like it. Even though Captain America is better.” I grumbled, making her giggle again. “We’re never going to settle this debate.” Chastity giggled again. “Probably not.” I agreed chuckling. “Oh my goddess Rowen! They…..wow! I love them!” Chastity gushed.

A submissive move that for a beta, he seemed way to familiar with. “What can we do for you Beta?” Gunner asked with one arm still around my waist. “I need you to release me of my alpha’s orders.” He stated looking at me. I furrowed my brow in confusion and looked at Gunner. Why would a beta be under an alpha’s orders to begin with and for what? “I, Alida Romanov, relieve you, Beta Josh Smith, of all Alpha Trent’s commands.” I said firmly. You could visibly see his whole body relax and release a breath that I don’t think he even knew he was holding.

“Nobody wanted to call you Tiger” Travis too is laughing as he says, “nah! That name was exclusively yours”! As our laughter dies down the metal door opens and in walks the last man I thought would be involved, Simon! “Amory!”, he says like he’s thrilled to see me. “Or is it Lala? Whatever it is, I’ve been tryna get Spin outta my hair for years! Who would have thought that the key to doing that was a little girl and that she would be the same little bitch who crushed my son here”, he says as he roughly smacks his hand against Travis’ cheek.

I summoned all the courage I had and nervously looked back. What I saw took my breath away, one of them had a black eye, the other one's cheek was swollen and the third one, the one who tried to touch me, couldn't even open his eyes properly that's how swollen his face was. I couldn't help but steal a glance at the Underboss, and his expression was undeniably cold and emotionless. It's interesting how he treats me differently from others, but I can't deny that even his "better" behavior is far from ideal. He's a heartless man who couldn't care less about other people's emotions. Nonetheless, I suppose I should feel grateful that he's a little less unbearable when he's interacting with me. It