Ironman Readers Novels & Stories

The names of the Readers were turning into a solid, glowing "Ink Black." One of the "Readers" from the ship—a man in a modern black hoodie—jumped from the prow and landed in the courtyard. He didn't have gold eyes, and he didn't have silver eyes. He had eyes of "Pure Ink." He looked at Kaelen, and a cold, mercury-smile touched his lips. "The 'First Sentence' is beautiful, Genesis," the man said, his voice sounding like a thousand pages turning at once. "But did you forget the 'Disclaimer'? The 'Reader' doesn't just watch. Sometimes, the 'Reader' wants to be the 'Villain'."

It became clear how Irene was important to us , upon her illness she was still the joy of our home . This evening we all decided to spend the night in Irene's room ,even though it would hurt even more we just wanted to feel her presences It was then that I found Irene's journal and read till the end tears I had managed to keep trying to console my wife run down fiercely . My daughter was in so much pain yet none of us paid any attention. No one can feel the pain of another until they are in the shoes of that person . Irene had written that she wanted to buried a day before New year ,and so it shall be.

I wasn’t sure. Lexi twitched her lips. “Yeah, that’s Frank,” she answered, her cheeks blushing. Frustration attacked me when Aliyah went quiet, not saying anything about Superman. She was about to open her mouth when Lexi interrupted her. “Umm… He’s not Superman, but he’s Iron Man.” Aliyah creased her forehead, then she giggled. “Maybe you’re wrong, Lexi. He could be really Superman.” I nodded, agreeing with Aliyah, but Lexi sneered at me, shaking her head.

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I could only imagine what my 17 year old self was thinking. Once Damien was done, he tested out the artificial intelligence. “Jarvis?” He said. “Hello, Damien. How are you on this lovely day, sir?” Jarvis replied. I watched my jaw drop as I heard Jarvis’s voice infiltrate my ears. Iron Man really was my favorite superhero. And Jarvis was my favorite personal assistant. This was like a dream come true.

The Readers. The suited man stood at the room’s center, not fading now—he looked stronger than ever, his suit a deep blood-red. In his hand, he gripped a golden hammer. "The Creator has witnessed you!" he shouted up at the eyes. "But the story doesn’t belong to just her anymore! The Readers demand a trial! They want to decide if the Doctor and the Soul deserve happiness!" A giant screen floated in the air. Maya saw words fly fast across it: — Kill Julian! Makes the story thrilling!