Tony Stank Novels & Stories

Mila demanded as she observed his attire. "Against you?" Tony snickered as he came closer to her, "I don't think I need one." "You reak, you know?" Tony screwed up his nose, and in a fraction of a second, Mila cleaned the tip of her finger and brushed it against the bare skin of hand and Tony's stance changed. "I know I stink," Mila spoke. "You don't stink," Tony spoke with glassy-eyed expressions. He now had a vulnerability on his face, a tenderness that spoke more than words.

“‘I know she’s here. I saw her coming home.’” “‘You have guys watching our place?’” Alec accused angrily. “‘I can’t believe you are stalking this place… stalking her.’” “‘I’m a businessman, Pretty boy… I must do what I can to protect my business… So, when I think that someone is not going to pay up, yes, I do. I became a stalker,’” Tony snapped, all pleasantness gone. “‘Sunny! Where’s my lovely girl at? Come out, come out wherever you are! Come out and talk to me, my little cupcake… I won’t bite… at least not yet.’”

"What's up, little Leah, surprised to see me?" Tony, seeing her silence, blinked at her. Leah's mind raced, quickly understanding—this was also Diana's assistance~ Tony, at a young age, was already a triple-golden award-winning actor. What's even rarer was his approach as a serious actor, yet his face could rival any idol. For years, he had kept a low profile, no scandals, no controversies, spanning from eight to eighty, all his fans. In theory, someone as low-key as Tony wouldn't do livestreams like this.

Everyone looked around the table and when no one said anything I asked, “Why are the Gambino’s absent?” “Carmine is still put off by the fact I won’t consider that fat fuck christopher for boss. He sent word that he couldn’t make it, made up some stupid fucking excuse so I couldn’t accuse him of disrespect, but we all know why he’s not here,” Tony said. Tony’s voice was getting raspier and he seemed like he had a lot harder time breathing every time I saw him. He was dying of throat cancer….but only he and I knew that.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

The man kissed Taylor’s palm. “You have a very beautiful woman” he commented, his eyes never leaving Taylor, he barely paid any attention to me. “What can I say? I have been told that a lot” I said with a little laugh, trying to make the situation light. “Let's go in” Stan said. From what Vincent had briefed us, Stan was Lord’s firstborn son. He was a preak nobody liked or paid attention to. “Sure” I answered as Taylor and I followed him inside…

I rubbed my face and leaned back toward my computer. My phone rang, and I grabbed it with a sigh. “Yes?” “Tommaso,” Stan said. “I’m at Tony’s old stomping ground. You know those loiterers Teddy mentioned?” I sat up. “Yeah?” Someone yelped on the other end of the line. “Get over here as soon as you can.” Stan hung up without another word. “Motherfucker.” I dropped my phone onto my desk. Never any rest for the wicked, but I was starting to get too old for this shit.

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."

Tony, our supervisor, pushes the door almost knocking my teeth out. "Why are you both idling around?" He beckons at us. Tony is a short man with a tiny frame. Despite that, he has an insatiable appetite for big girls with big behinds. He compensates his lack of body build with a mouth full of dirty jokes. He is annoying as fuck and most of the times he knows no boundaries. "Let's keep working if neither of you wants to be selling..." He spanks Kelly and pinches her butt. "... This on the roadside."

His tone was cool, his posture tense. My father’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Alpha Nolan,” he greeted, his voice perfectly polite but carrying that undercurrent of superiority he never bothered to hide. “I trust my daughter has been… satisfactory. I haven’t heard any complains about her from you. I did not think that you would be able to hold onto her for so long given the circumstances of your marriage and agreement. But you seem to be satisfied…” Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “She’s more than satisfactory. She’s my Luna. And I would recommend that you speak of her in a manner that holds respect rather than objectifies.”