Tony From Incredibles Novels & Stories

“I’m not going anywhere for good. I need answers. And when I have them, I’m coming back. For both of you.” I turned to Ethan, crouching down. “Hey, buddy,” I said softly. “I’m your… I’m Tony. I’m your mom's friend.” I said, I wanted so badly to tell him who I was, but when I looked into his eyes, I couldn't go through with it, atleast not yet. He nodded, serious. “You gonna come play with me later?” Ethan asked, with hi big blue eyes staring right into my soul. He was my son alright.

Jacob opened his mouth to speak but a knock on my door interrupted him "Come on in" I yelled and the door opened to reveal Tony all dressed in black trousers and a black T-shirt.. looking as gorgeous as ever with his dimples and perfect brown hair. "Hey baby," he said, coming into the room. I almost stood up to go hug him but I held myself back. I don't think we were there yet, but there was something about Tony that drew me closer to him. Something I couldn't quite place my hands on "Good morning" I greeted as he grabbed a chair in the room and sat in front of me.

Nasty. "Tony, what th-e fuck is tha-at?" He looked at him in half amusement, half disgust. "Oh! Your voice sounds better! Probably from the potion Superman just shot into your ingrate mouth! Be grateful for Superman, kiddo! He's the face of DC!" Tony said, way too matter-of-factly. "Then the-y don't got many to choose fr-om." Dillon snorted. "Can it, brat! You're just mad 'cause you gave Superman a fistjob!" Tony waved him away with a smirk.

I said. A smile brushed his lips, his head nodding as he sipped from his wine. “ I know, maybe I got lost,” he answered. He looked away finally, dashing his side view on my face. He looked perfect from that angle. Tony was different from every Blackwood I had met in the Blackwood world. While others let their wealth get to their head, he was calm and humble. He reminded me of my father. It was my turn to stay at him, and this time, my eyes were doing justice to his features.

Nico eyes me skeptically and stands up. “All this shit aside, I've got news.” The seriousness in his voice makes me look up at him. “Tony wants a meeting with you.” He said with a grim voice. Tony was my fathers right hand man. Never liked that guy so as soon as dad was gone I got rid of him too. Which he didn’t like too well along with many older members. He always stood in the way of anything revolutionary I brought forward. Still to this day he brings a lot of shit into my working pattern. Gathering votes of other members and simply being a pain in my ass

Fuck. I smiled back involuntarily. I hardly knew Tony but he seemed like a decent man. Although he was also known to be brutal and wicked, he seemed to value family, a trait my father lacked. Tony was slightly shorter than Kaden and his face was cleanly shaven. His speckled salt and pepper hair was neatly brushed back and he wore a tailored suit, a very expensive one at that. He seemed to be the same age as father but somehow he looked younger. Perhaps years of being a sordid vile man made father age faster. "Thank you." Was all that I mustered. I smirked when I saw Grace fussing over Kaden much to his dismay. You would think she thought of him as a child. Still quite sweet.

There truly wasn't anything to do, and if Doreen commanded their arrest for sinful acts they did commit, what choice does he have apart from watching noiselessly? Tony's presence in the Empire was plain… Perplexing. Amid his three grandkids, he's the most worthless, but he's here to claim the seat of a manager in the most prestigious entertainment industry across multiple continents? A response was yet to be received from either Charlie or a simple reaction from Doreen when Pearl walked elegantly to Tony. Her red bottom heels placed both in the same height range. “Get out of my sight you fuck-” The remnants of his words shall forever be unknown as Pearl abruptly punched him outrageously hard

Tony is a fascinating mix of humor and arrogance, a blend of qualities that never fails to entertain. He's got that infectious grin, the quick-witted comebacks, and an air of cocky self-assuredness that somehow makes him endlessly charming. You can tell he believes he can win over any girl with nothing more than a smile and a clever line. It’s both amusing and endearing to watch him in action. Yet, beneath that playful bravado, Tony has a genuinely big heart. It's those moments where his softer side shines through that truly invest me in his character.

He now said this with that short girl with bangs whose name I believe was Edna in The Incredibles. "Weston, cut the crap." I looked at him with a bored look, "I want to see Mike and Eleven now, thank you very much." He sighed while rolling his eyes, "You're no fun." "It's not my middle name." It's not, but still. I smiled sheepishly while grabbing the remote and turned on N*****x. Three episodes later, while Weston and I were intensely watching the scene where the Demogorgon is eating Bob, my heart broke at the same time my childhood door did.

I had reached 148 pounds and it did not sit well on a 5'4" frame. The picture was not bad, even with shorts and a sleeveless top, but I wanted to be honest. The long dark hair with those silly childlike bangs caused me to grimace a bit. 'Short hair would have made me look thinner,' I thought. Tony was of Italian background and he looked great in his picture. Very muscular, short black hair, combed straight back, no smile, but inviting eyes- brown like mine. He had said he was short, but I couldn't tell from the picture. I decided he looked like a nice person I had a good feeling about this one. I trusted him enough to give him my work number and he called me shortly thereafter. I was even mo