Robert Downey Jr Novels & Stories

It's impossible to miss his hotness factor. There's no doubt about it, Vincent Valiant is one of the hottest rich men in America. He may be a Warren Buffett in investing and Bill Gates in technology, but he is a Robert Downey Jr. in looks. Some girls have all the luck. As with most beautiful people, word on the street is he's a major dick. Ruthless in business, little is known about his personal life because it's said he doesn't have one. But can you blame the man? It takes a lot of work to build a corporation as large as his in only ten years. You don't become a billionaire at age thirty-two by playing nice and cutting checks.

the professor said before finally leaving the room. As Mr. Adams stood next to me, I couldn't help but be taken aback by his sudden action of pulling down his hoodie. It revealed a face that was practically carved by the gods themselves, leaving me completely stunned. His features were strong and chiseled, with piercing brown eyes that seemed to hold a mysterious spark. It was as if he had stepped out of a Max Steel movie, resembling the actor Ben Winchell, who played the heroic protagonist.

Dawn held up her glass and leaned against the wall as she watched her husband take control of the crowd. He had begun his speech shortly after introducing himself and all the while he talked, his eyes searched the crowd, looking for that one person who had unexpectedly fallen into his life and when his eyes rested on hers, a smile etched back on his face Dawn couldn't help but blush at his comforting gaze. He was stunning, no doubt with his features that looked as if it was molded from diamonds itself. The women from the radio stations were right; he was a handsome man and now that she thought about it, he did look a lot like an athlete, like David Beckham except he was even taller and sturd

Yes, іt’ѕ an escape, аnd аdmіttеdlу I don’t uѕе thоѕе to dеаl with life аnуmоrе, but I ѕоrt of wish I соuld. Unfоrtunаtеlу, muсh lіkе Robert Downey Junior in Irоn Mаn, mу fіrѕt drіnk аlwауѕ ѕееmѕ tо bring оn twеntу mоrе аnd a set of handcuffs. I саn’t dо thаt ѕhіt thеѕе dауѕ.

{GWEN CITY} (MFR Group & Company headquarters) Looking out through the transparent glass in his office he could visibly see what’s going on the streets, the people struggling to survive, cars going to and fro, he enjoyed the view and that made him feel like he was on top of the world, what more could he ask for? He’s rich, handsome and owns one of the largest company. He’s Fernandez Robert Miguel. He smiled softly as he sip his coffee slowly then his watch beeped. “Come in,” He muttered in his deep voice.

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

Carminati made the call to let Jordan know Aaron was waiting. A few minutes later, the office door opened, and Janette greeted him with a smile. “Aaron!” she said, as if she hadn’t seen him in years. He honestly had no idea how old she was, but she appeared to be in her mid-fifties. Still fit and capable of decapitating a Vampire by any means necessary, though she’d always been known for her axe-wielding ability, the Hunter Leader was one of the most kind, considerate people he’d ever worked with.

She walked me through rooms with polished floors and crystal chandeliers, down a hallway that smelled like furniture polish and old money, through double doors into— "Jesus." A full surgical suite. Stainless steel, LED lights, equipment that belonged in a hospital. "Frank doesn't do hospitals." Dr. Rosabella adjusted the surgical lights. "Bad for business." "What business?" She stared at me like I'd asked what color the sky was. "You really don't know who he is?" "Should I?" "Frank Costello. Head of the Costello crime family." She paused. "The mafia, Jane. You just operated on a mob boss's brother."

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.