Tony Stank Novels & Stories

Stanton overwork herself, so he had personally helped with handling a lot of things. "I saw with my own eyes yesterday how Mr. Larkin had gone on a business trip to Heincove with Ms. Stanton even though he was still injured. He was trying to help her select and recruit people at the tech exhibition."

She explained and Stacy’s brows curved, confusion spreading across her face upon hearing the name ‘ Tony ’. “Oh, forgive me. This is Tony Martinez, my friend and personal Doctor. He helped me all through my journey too.” She introduced and Tony waved. He had been standing behind Harriett the whole time but neither of them took notice if his presence as they had been fully engrossed with Harriett and the twins. Even when Harriett went upstairs to get the twins, he had been at a corner but they still didn’t notice his presence. Stacy looked at him warily. She had only met him but she knew she didn’t like him. Maybe it was because he looked like he was about to replace her son in Harriett’s lif

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.

“ Want some? You're going to need it.” “No thanks. I'm not a drinker.” I declined. I didn't want to be here. I scanned the area for some way of escape. “It's no use you know.” Tony said. I glanced at him. “All the doors are guarded by big guys the size of Bruce Banner. You wouldn't make it two steps. Believe me” —he ran a loose hand through his hair and I saw a glimpse of a scar around his elbow—”I tried.” “You're paying off a debt too?” I asked, besides myself.

Pretend you don't care and move on to the next customer. Five minutes later, Tony walked into the coffee shop. I was only able to notice because his figure towered above everyone else's and cast dark foreboding shadows on the counter where I stood. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. I shivered visibly and swallowed hard. I'd thought he wouldn't be here until I had to leave. I'd made sure of that. How come? Why did his stalker schedule change all of a sudden? Tony was 6 '7, quite hunky, with logs of wood for arms and legs. When he smiled, no, when he sneered, he exposed the most beautiful set of teeth you'd ever seen. His gray eyes made him look like a psycho god, but a psycho nonetheless.

Nonetheless, Tony's thoughts turned cold as he remembered the rumors circulating in Jayrodale's underworld—that he, the East Side crime lord, was a useless old man, and Juan was equally worthless. Both father and son had been humiliated by some nobody, tarnishing the reputation of East Side's ruler. The shame was simply unbearable, and Tony believed the only way to salvage his reputation was to eliminate Andrew. By doing so, he would restore his image as the unshakable ruler of the East Side. Just then, Christina was brought in. Her face turned pale at the sight of the hundred-plus thugs and the martial art masters seated at the front. "Ms. Stevens is truly a rare beauty," Tony said with a t

All I could do was again slowly shake my head at her antics. “Tonight, the one and only loveable arsehole, it has been decided that we shall be watching the wonderful and amazing………..Deadpool.” Sounding like a salesman pitching his merchandise, our friend Tony answered with enthusiasm and matching Pops’ endearment towards others. Tony was a bit of your average wolf; five foot eleven, dark hair, shaved back and sides, slightly longer on top and left to do its own thing tonight, a lean build and toned muscles just like everyone else because of all the exercising we do.

Then Uncle Austin approached the stove, put the pot back on the stove and pressed the button to turn the induction cooker on. But look how Adam reacts. Adam brushed off Uncle Austin's explanation with one hand so Uncle Austin took a step back. "I already know, you don't need to explain." He said arrogantly, not remembering how he had reacted to the stove earlier. “You should have bought the newest and most expensive stove. Can't you see I've been trying it for a while but it's not working. This stove has an error, the button is very hard to press.” Adam dodged.

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?

“Fuck! I died again!” “So they’re here already” Tony says. He pulls out this phone and enters the gallery. “Tony! Abeg come and enter game, were losing too much.” Tony smiles and asks, “What WiFi are we using?” Nonso, one of my friends, a tall, nerdy looking dude, walks up to me. “X, how far na?”