Tony Incredible Novels & Stories

Tony picked up a glass and smiled coldly, “I have to say that her son is a good-for-nothing. Other than indulging himself in eating, drinking, gambling, and frequenting the brothels, he knew nothing. Since I hadn’t married yet, I decided to nurture him myself. However, I didn't expect that he would die in your hands. What a loser.” Barbara’s chest was heaving up and down rapidly. Although those things were in the past, she still couldn't help herself but feel terrified when she learned some of the connections. Helios glanced at her and switched to another topic. “It's no wonder that you can monopolize half of the entertainment industry in Asperia. So you don't have any weaknesses.” Tony rema

It was as if he was reminding her of the fact that she had asked him to keep a distance from her the other night. Myra was stunned but before she came back to her senses, Tony had already finished bandaging his wound. He stood up and threw his suit aside, revealing his white shirt underneath. His cuffs were folded and his dark blue tie was meticulously straight. Tony’s facial features were like God’s finest work and his cheekbones were sharp. It was a sunny day, but he exuded a cold aura. Even if he was at a construction site with a helmet on, it couldn’t hide his handsomeness and freshness.

Tony sat opposite her on the other one. “Did I ask you to? Before we continue there is something I want you to know first and that is I am sorry." Tony said suddenly. “For what?” Grace said surprised. “ I have not been completely honest with you Grace, I am a Businessman - a dam good one in fact but that is only a tiny proportion of my operations!" Tony said. “What do you mean?” Grace said confused. “I am an American Gang Leader Grace and I am also head of the American Gang Syndicate!" Tony said simply.

That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.

His arm was being held by one of the police officers, but his struggle to break free unbelievably became stronger. “Just because you've successfully screwed by dumb ass uncle won't grant you shit! I don't give a fuck about how many men you've slept with just to be where you are — even my grandfather! You can screw the brainless fool all you want but until the end of time, you…! You Tessa Rashford will forever be my b-” Tony's unpleasant roll of words were cut short by a punch — a hard, bone shattering punch delivered to him brutally from… Tessa.

The ladies came out laughing and feeling very tired. Tony took an extra ten minutes in the bathroom before emerging. He wiped his chiseled body and walked confidently to his closet. Despite not having any special occasion, Tony put on a simple t-shirt, and yet he still managed to look like a Greek god. Tony's chiseled body was a work of art, with sharp lines and defined muscles that would make any sculptor envious. His piercing brown eyes were captivating, and his nose was perfectly proportioned to his face. He had a strong jawline and full lips that always seemed to be smiling.

He’d use his prize for a favor. Just one extra wish compared to the gravity of the case—it’d be worth it. He didn't think that he would find the pretty thief here—of all the places. ‘And he was a gift,’ Tony mocked himself. He could not believe it. ‘Well,’ he thought, ‘..might as well procrastinate and enjoy this dance a bit longer.’ Tony decided. ‘Now, where the fuck is he?’ He moved. Like a big black cat. Graceful. Focused. And deadly.

Tony, one of the younger warriors, had a scrape on his arm from helping search for the attackers. "Thank you, Luna," he said as I handed him a bandage. Our hands brushed as he took it. Just a brief touch, nothing more. Tony smiled at me and turned to walk away. He made it three steps before collapsing. His body hit the floor hard. Foam started coming from his mouth. His eyes rolled back until only the whites showed. "TONY!" someone screamed. Everyone rushed toward him. I stood frozen, the basket of bandages still in my hands.

" I asked a little suprised #Iam not wrong. Tony's father disowned him after discovering his sub gender and he grew up in Omega welfare centre. His mother kept trying to keep contact with him but his father was furious att Tony was worried that his father might hurt his mother because of him so he asked her not to moot him again, I know that he had a younger brother and sister too. Both are Bota. During his high school, he tried meeting them, when they were going a school but was snubhed by his dad, who scolded him in the middle of the street saying that his brother to s

I felt the tension coming off him in waves. “I was dying,” Tony continued. “I should have died. Every healer gave up on me. But I held on. Want to know why?” “No,” Edric muttered, voice low. Tony grinned wider. “Because I wasn’t done yet. Because I saw your face, Diana, and I knew I’d never rest until I ripped it apart with my own hands.” “You’re insane,” I whispered. “Oh, maybe,” he said. “But something funny happened a few days ago. I was lying in a cave, bleeding like usual, when…snap!” he clicked his fingers “my wounds closed up. Not even a scar.”