Robert Downey Jr Novels & Stories

And there he stood. A tall, broad-shouldered man with long, jet-black hair that fell down his back like ink, his eyes a brilliant stormy gray that crackled with untamed power. He wore a floor-length black robe made of something that shimmered like woven smoke, a garment that felt alive. There was a presence about him—something ancient, something unearthly. “Finally,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like a melody soaked in danger. “We meet, Serena.” Serena shot up from her seat, her eyes narrowing. “Who the hell are you?”

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

That was a beautiful forced smile. Kill me he has the British accent. " Okay let me show you around Lee. " I say. " can I call you Lee ? " I ask " Yeah sure " He says awkwardly. " Lets go then " I say and move to the door to open it. I could hear him so I know he was right behind me. I turn abruptly and I gasp as I am faced with his broad chest, few feet's away from my head. He is towering above me with I think a 6'4 or a 6'3. His chocolate brown hair is falling out of his beanie in beautiful curls.

She then explained what had happened to Jake in a soft voice and pointed at Alex. Alex’s gaze landed on the other old man with a youthful look who just walked in instead. Although the old man just stood there poker-faced without saying anything, Alex could still sense that the man was even more powerful than Robert. However… Why should Alex be afraid of him? While Robert was still analyzing whether Jake or Azure was at fault, Alex suddenly started speaking, “You are Robert Downie, the master of Budweiser Martial Arts Center, right?” Robert snorted coldly and didn’t bother to reply to Alex.

Jorge says wiping away invisible tears making dad chuckle. "Fucker...I mean it." dad jokes with him, earning a playful punch on his left bicep and making everyone chuckle. "For real though... You guys are the best thing to happen in my life... besides the birth of my daughter. Please, dig in, there's plenty of food, plenty of drinks, and plenty of desserts for everyone. Dig in, dig in." he says motioning to the food and making everyone chuckle.

he declared, pointing at me while taking a drag from his cigar. The man behind the desk had striking blue eyes that seemed to pierce through me, and his dirty blonde hair was styled in a messy yet effortlessly sexy way. His chiseled jawline and defined cheekbones were accentuated by the dim lighting in the room, and I couldn’t help but notice the intricate tattoos that adorned his arms. His tall, sculpted body was clad in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, and I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of attraction despite my fear and discomfort.

My eyes slightly widened as I turned my head to see Octavious standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, with a black shirt underneath, greatly contrasted with a red tie and as always a trench coat thrown atop his shoulders. It was the same red as his tie and I won't lie and say he didn't look both terrifying and handsome at the same time. He looked like those mob bosses you see in Italian or old British films, all the way down to the hat he always told me was called "the capone". It resembled a fedora and panama.

he explains, finally putting the paper down. My stomach drops. I knew it. I knew there had to be people who are going through this, that haven’t made it. The whole day is missing from my mind...I could have died just then. And here are these people, an immortal included, are betting on who’s going to survive. I want to throw up on this plush floor. I’m a pawn in a game much larger than me. And I’m stumped on what to do. “Don’t look so down. I like to win,” he says pointedly, adjusting the lapels of his very lavish red jacket. Gears in my mind shift. He’s Greed. Why else would he seem so adamant? “And I have a way to keep you around.”

And there he was. Leaning casually against a pillar, wearing a hoodie and joggers, his hair messy and loose, those blue eyes locked onto hers. Mona swallowed hard. Damn. This man was dangerously gorgeous.

"Whatever, broski. Let's be done with all that shit. You've gotten back together with Lena, haven't you? All is good, man." Murder him, then wear white and fake tears at his funeral. Never have I in my life wanted to murder a man with my bare hands. I have to fight the urge though. Prison is a big no. Not trying to be the next Hollywood actor in an orange jumpsuit. Unless you're Robert Downey Jr., the internet never forgives. "Motherfucker, the only thing good is that I haven’t broken your jaw yet," I retort. "Come on, you should be thanking me. At least, now you've dumped the waitjob loser. Upgraded, if you ask me," he sneers.