Tony Incredible Novels & Stories

That way, things would have happened differently. I racked my brain to check if I had done anything to deserve this from Tony. I had only been a good roommate to him but he being the demon; the fiend that he was, resolved to ruin me: he tried to separate me from Veronica, he humiliated Veronica in front of everyone, he tried to rape Veronica, he kidnapped my son, tried to kill me, caused Veronica's miscarriage and finally sent me to prison. Despite all my efforts to stay away from him, he kept coming back like a pest for he was ineluctable. Tony was a python: a wild monstrous snake with pure venom. A large constricting snake ready to strangle and kill.

My breath stops in my throat. Inside, lit by soft, focused lights, is Tony. He is without a shirt, his body shining with sweat. His muscles move and flex with every motion. A shiny metal pole goes from the floor to the ceiling, and he moves around it with amazing grace. He wraps a leg around the pole, then pushes up, his body seeming to float as he spins, lowering himself with careful control, then arching his back. Every part of him is strong and beautiful. It's raw power and delicate beauty all at once. I can also see Vanya , sitting on a mat against the far wall, watching him. Her face is calm, almost peaceful, a quiet admiration in her eyes. She doesn't seem surprised, just there.

Zack wondering why Tony had called him, waited patiently for him to speak. " Zack is there anything that can be used as an antidote to deal with an aphrodisiac? He asked Zack. Zack couldn't help but laugh out loud, "...Ha ha ha ha," He felt it was very funny that Tony asked such a question being the ex-playboy he was, Zack felt Tony has completely changed for the better given his former way of life. He was a playboy who can take on three ladies without getting weak, so why can he use his body as an antidote to help his wife?

he cried in pain and kneeled down on his feet “AHHH…. MY HAND…. MY HAND…….” Tony winced and shot his head up to me “YOU MOTHER FUCKING BITCH….. YOU BURNED ME….. I WILL KILL YOU….” he growled like maniac and tried to jump on me when Borris walked out from crowd and pulled him back…… “Tony… calmed down… calmed down… sorcerer won’t like this……” Borris said and tried to pull him back while I on other hand kicked and tried to push Tony away…

"I'm just....a sex....slave...." The grip on her neck loosened, and Jennifer collapsed onto the concrete floor. She coughed violently until she vomited. It felt like she had just escaped death. It turned out she and her father had been mistaken. Tony was a man of immense strength and was well-versed in weapons. "I just need information. Not nonsense. Be honest, or your head will be crushed. It's a good thing you didn't deal with Nathan. He could have blown your head off without a second thought."

“Are you expecting someone?” Tony shakes his head but she doesn’t believe and glares at Tony. “Pray that isn’t one of your girlfriends..or I swear I’ll cut off your balls! She threatened him. Tony quickly slams his legs together and cover his dick. “What? I need this to create my pups you know? He replies dramatically as ever. Tonia got up and head towards the door, she opens it and saw a guy outside, she tilts his head and saw a tattoo on the guy’s neck.

Their fists collided with one another instantly. However, Tony’s initially confident expression was tainted with a tinge of fear the next moment. Three out of his five fingers were crushed in an instant! “Gah!” Tony backed away swiftly, his head drenched in cold beads of sweat, and he looked at Kayson in fear. Tony was known for being as swift as the wind and thunder and as strong as an elephant. He had never been defeated in a fist fight before. Yet tonight, three of his fingers were pulverized instantly when he fought against a young man!

‘You see how wonderful they are,’ Tony said unsteadily, hand working up and down the outside of his trousers, distended and dampened by his urgent cock-head. ‘It’s great to look at them with you here. You, of all people, who understand and appreciate them.’

I looked up at Tony, startled. I hadn't expected him to be the one to suggest it. Something tight in my chest loosened its grip. He had always been a good man at his core—why else would he have thrown himself in harm's way for me, over and over, in our past life? The first time, I was seventeen, kidnapped by a rival faction. Tony came for me. They severed the tendons in his hand. He never regained full strength in it.

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