Steve Tony Novels & Stories

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.

And his deep voice was always the same anytime he spoke. “Who is Adrian Foster? Why is he pretending to be an ordinary man?” Ronan pressed, determination lining his words. “I don’t owe you an answer to that either,” Steve replied, calm and firm. “Save your questions until you meet my master himself. He will decide how much to reveal — and to whom.” Ronan’s glare might have chilled lesser men, but Steve remained unshaken. A silence stretched between them; then Steve inclined his head slightly toward the door. “Thanks for visiting,” he said, final.

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?”

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.

Rani said. “Ok, why did you look shocked when I introduced myself as P.A?” “Do you know anything about this office? Or read any news about our Boss? ” she asked. I shook my head and said, “I don’t even know his name.” She chuckled and said, “His name is Mr.Stone.” “Oh! Is the company named after him? ” I asked her. “Nope. It is not his real name. ” She replied. “Then is he named like that after his company? ” I asked her confused.

"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."

They had promised each other to break their virginity together after graduation but Candy had chickened out last minute. In campus, Tony found a beautiful blonde girl who helped him break his virginity but ghosted him after and they never quite dated. After that he had never been anywhere close to love. He would occasionally have hookers around his house to satisfy him but that was it. This made him a lonely, bitter man. He longed for companionship and love. This channeled him to direct all his energy to his work. He was the best at what he did and Steve knew this. He knew if anyone would find the owner of the pendant it would be Tony. Tony had contacted Steve during the weekend bearing news