Steve Tony Novels & Stories

“Not for someone like you. Last I heard you had sworn off women altogether—why? I don’t know. But her sex can’t be that good that you want to marry her. Who is she anyway? Model? Actress? Long lost princess to an Asian dynasty? And why the hell was I not invited to the wedding? I was promised best man years ago.” I could not believe that this was the man I had chosen to be my best friend. You would not even think that Tony was one of the most successful men in tech today. The man had grossed over 5 billion dollars in revenue from his three companies alone. Not to mention all the humanitarian work that he does. “Are you done?” I asked, raising a brow at him. He shook his head. “Not even close

He’d had enough of their chaos for one night. “Mum… you don’t need to beg her,” Tony said from behind us, because apparently his mouth wasn’t wired to ever stay shut. His voice carried this fake confidence that made me want to laugh. “Of course, I think raising 600 billion is going to be easy. Like…” he snapped his fingers dramatically, “…I mean like this. It’s going to be fine, I promise.” I didn’t turn back, but I could feel the embarrassment radiating from people watching him. Even Josh rolled his eyes gently.

He volunteered to go himself, assuring Steve he’d handle it. Since Adrian had mentioned that Mr. Steve was the one who funded the donation account in his name, Lina assumed he must be working for Mr. Steve to have used his name. She went straight to Steve’s house to report the situation. Lyra’s eyes widened at the sound of Recko’s voice. She had run to John to check his broken finger but froze at Recko’s words. Everyone was stunned to learn that Adrian had connections with Mr. Steve—the richest man in the city.

The receptionist watched him as he stumbled into the lobby. "Sir? Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm fine," Tony hurriedly said as he got on the elevator. He went up to his floor and rushed down the hall. Tony fumbled with the key card before pushing the door open and stepping inside. "Tony? What are you doing here?" The voice belonged to Trey, his superior, who seemed surprised to see him back without the others. "Where's the rest of your team?" "Dead," Tony said bluntly, his voice shaking ever so slightly. "The Alpha King... he killed them all."

“It seems like you had something else to do, but we interrupted you.” Steven and I exchanged a glance, but before I could say anything, he whipped out his phone. “Brandon, please cancel all of my meetings for today,” he snapped. “Reschedule them all.” I was dumbfounded by his statement, while Stefani looked pleased. “Won’t it impact your wealth, Mister?” “No, princess,” Steven said with a smirk. “It’s because I’m incredibly wealthy.” “No way!” laughed Stefani. “You’re telling me that this company belongs to you as well?”

"Willie, you're here! This is great!" Tony was elated to see Willie appear. After that, he hurried over like he met his savior, kneeling in front of Willie. "Tony, what happened here?!" Willie said in a serious voice. Tony was related to the Libertons by his mother, and Medicare Pharmaceuticals was one of the smaller businesses the Libertons own. Tony's father and the Libertons both had shares in the company. So, the moment Tony heard that someone was planning on purchasing the company, Tony immediately contacted Willie.

He went there to have fun but it turned out that his step brother would never allow him to have peace. Tony searched his mail for the message his secretary had inbox him, as he went through the message he discovered that it was from Mr. Clinton…he didn't pay attention when his secretary was talking and when she made mention of Mr. Clinton, To Tony Mr. Clinton isn't just anyone, Mr. Clinton was like a king in Tony's eye and to the eyes of many also. Mr Clinton is well known because of his health and the way he does his things, he was kind and yet dangerously friendly.

Steven looked at me with googly eyes. Oh, for fuck's sake... Steven took advantage of Tony's distractive state, pushed him off, and then ran out of the door. Tony tried to go after him, but I stopped him. "Let him go, Tony. He is not even worth it." "That shithead is going to ruin our honeymoon, isn't he?" Tony said with gritted teeth. "We won't let him," I said reassuringly. We didn't see him for the rest of the day and resumed our regular activities. Which was mostly just relaxing by the beach.

"I don't have a home. He threw me out. He's living there with his girlfriend now." "Girlfriend?" "Fiancée. They're getting married next month. Right after our divorce is final." The words tasted bitter in my mouth. Tony was quiet for a moment, studying my face. "Get in the car." "What?" "Get in the car. You can't sit out here all night." "I have nowhere to go." "Then you'll come with me." I shook my head. "I can't. I don't even know you." "My name is Tony Stark. I'm 35 years old. I own Stark Industries. I have a mansion in Upper East Side, and I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you." He opened the passenger door. "What's your name?"

She grinned, as she quickly went over to the chair to take her phone, before she turned around to leave. "So what was I saying?" "You are crazy. Let's swim already, I am already getting tired Lucian." "Okay, but I'll have to take off your clothes first. Or should I help you with it?" *Snap* * Tony's phone beeped out. He checked his message, only to see what he had been expecting for so long. "What the fuck!" He called the sender in a speed. "Hello boss." "Who is that guy Steven?" "That's the famous Lucian Desmond. The heir of the Desmonds."