Proof That Tony Stark Has A Heart Novels & Stories

"Right now, my boys have a heart reader and panic checker that shows if I'm still alive or dead, as well as if I'm in a good state. If I drop dead right now, they will bring that Villa down! You see, if you before now killed or hit me, the Brysons would have suffered it most! Hahaha! You must be shocked, ain't you?" Lucien shrugs. "Why would I be shocked? You overestimate yourself way too much! All I can say is you are indeed very smart! It's not surprising though, after all, you created this magnificent Galaxy that will soon become mine anyway, but you'll never be smarter than I, Lucien Wood! "Didn't you say everything is possible in this 21st century? Since you have a heart reader and pani

I wanted to be his and him to be mine. "So shouldn't we celebrate?", I asked him. "Yes", he said taking my hand casually. "Can I ask you something? How do you take care of yourself? Does Fathima help you when I'm asleep?", I asked him curiously. "You see this thing? I designed it with the engineer myself. It is custom-made for me. I can do everything a human can do except the fact that I would do it in a chair. I can eat, dance and shit in this. This is water resistant and strong. We can fuck in it and it won't break because it is made of Titanium. What are you looking at?", he asked me.

Keith lifted Tabitha's head so he could see the paint stain on Tabitha's nose he was about to wipe. Keith was so immersed in observing Tabitha's face, emotionless, but Tabitha found breathing hard. Keith's presence makes it hard to breathe. Keith's fingers on her chin felt solid at the same time, felt soft. The man's skin was tanned. Such skin is not obtained quickly by sunbathing while lying by applying sunscreen lotion. The lines around his eyes were like fine cobwebs, which indicated the man spent most of his time in the field.

"You're allowed to feel small, Ivy. You don't have to have a plan for it right now. You're allowed to just be a person whose life got hard for reasons that weren't your fault." I hadn't cried yet — not really, not the whole way through — since the photograph had arrived. It came now, quiet and unglamorous, snot and shaking shoulders and Damien Cole, billionaire, terror of Manhattan boardrooms, pulling me against his ruined suit jacket without a single word about how it would need dry cleaning. "I'm sorry," I said, into his shoulder, muffled and stupid. "Don't apologise for feeling something honest in my kitchen," he said, one hand moving slow and steady over my back. "It's the only room in t

In a mocking manner, he said, “I can see that you were heavily injured last night, Miss Stark. Why didn’t Director Hart send you to the hospital and took you to his own office instead? Is he a doctor who can treat your wounds?” Tony was clearly not a doctor. Hence, Myra was unable to explain herself in front of everyone. She couldn’t possibly tell everyone that Tony had feelings for her—it would be so embarrassing to admit it herself. Besides, admitting such a thing could drag her into even more problems in her personal life. She pursed her lips and decided to stay silent.

Isabella's POV The second I saw Dante burst through the door, the tension that had been holding me together snapped. "Dante..." I whispered his name. He rushed to my side, untying the ropes and pulling me into his arms. "It's okay, you're okay..." his voice was shaking. "I'm here, I'm here..." I looked at Lorenzo, who lay in a pool of his own blood. His eyes were open, but vacant. The blade was still in his chest.

Inside the Titan’s Chest Cavity. Status: Trapped. The fleshy, pulsating walls of the Titan's heart chamber had sealed shut, plunging the two Vanguard mechs into a bio-luminescent purple nightmare. High Priestess Xanthe, fused with the Titan’s core, stared at them with eyes that burned like dying stars. "Do you feel it, Harper?" Xanthe’s voice echoed directly inside their neural link, a jagged, agonizing sound. "The heartbeat of a god. It doesn't just pump blood; it pumps power."

Xavier shot him a death stare—like a starving wolf eyeing prey. Peter shivered involuntarily. “Uh… sir? You don’t look so great. Are you feeling pain somewhere?” “Yes. I feel awful. So awful I could kill someone.” Peter looked alarmed and quickly stepped closer. “Where does it hurt? Show me.” With a graceful hand, Xavier pointed to the left side of his chest. “Right here. Feels like hell.” “Oh my God, that’s the heart!” Peter gasped. “But your pneumonia was almost gone… could the virus have reached your heart?! Myocarditis?!”

Vincent was always an open book so I knew that he wouldn’t let whatever this tension was ruin whatever was running through his head. “You all are here because your grandfather left a will. A will that almost cost me my life because they people who had attacked me asked for it…” Mr Stark stopped to cough while his wife patted his back gently and tried to comfort him. I had never seen anyone look that weak before. “And they wanted it….” He continued. I looked at Vincent’s side. If he was nervous, he sure did a good work of hiding it. His face betrayed nothing as he listened patiently as if he had nothing to do with it. He gave no indication that anything had ever bothered him.

It was a messy, ugly wound. "He's lost a lot of blood," Dr. Vose said, her hands moving with practiced efficiency as she packed the wound. "We need plasma. We need an operating theater." "We have neither," Stark said, his voice tight. "Use the bandages. Do whatever you have to do." I pulled a stool up to the head of the bed. I sat down. I took his hand. It was cold. I rubbed it, trying to force warmth into his fingers. "Come on," I whispered. "Don't do this. You're the Captain of the Guard. You don't get to die in a storage room. You die in battle, or you die in bed at ninety, annoying everyone with your war stories."