Tony Stark Meme Novels & Stories

She has no idea I've been using it for something else entirely. Something that might save my life. I've been researching Tony Stark whenever Alex and Sarah leave the house. At first, I was terrified I'd find nothing, that Sarah was right about him being just a fantasy my damaged brain created. But he's real. Anthony Edward Stark, billionaire businessman, owner of Stark Industries. He exists. The photos online don't look exactly like the man from my dreams, but close enough to make my heart race. Same dark hair, same intelligent eyes, same confident smile. Either my subconscious picked up on his image somewhere, or the dreams were real somehow.

Damon says with a smile. "Besides him, you remind me of Tony Stark. You know Iron Man. You are a lot like him. You don't give a damn what you say. Perhaps we should go to the boutique first. I do not want to run into Sienna again," I say. Damon just looks at me and smiles. "Tony Stark ... hmm, I like that. I have been called really bad names by women, but I was never a superhero in their eyes," He says, amused.

“Even a goalie who throws the ball in the net ten times in a single match wouldn’t be dumb enough to come up with a name like that. You must think you’re Mr. Terrific or something.” Santiago chuckled as he slid the phone back into his pocket. “Mr. Terrific. That was actually funny. Okay, you got me. What would you suggest?” Lola shook her head repeatedly. “No, no, no. I’m not in any position to replace such an already awesome name. I’m not the Tony Stark wanna be here.” “Neither am I. Stark is such a ripoff. I’m Mr. Terrific, remember?” “You wish,” Lola scoffed as she swept her hair away from her face. “You’re just a washed-up bad boy living on daddy’s money.”

Maya complained. We both agreed with her,Uncle Tony was the second to the last born,he may look young with his baby innocent face but....behind every cute face....there is a demon within This guy oops sorry my manners Uncle Tony was the true definition of Iron Man,the no-nonsense type but he was the CEO of F*ckboys Group of Nigeria Okay I'm exaggerating He was a badass player,the time he was around,he changed girls everyday like clothes,he would take them to the guest room and have fun...

Tony: Nothing’s stupid right now. Me: Do you think I’ll ever stop feeling like half of me is missing? Three dots. Then gone. Then back. Tony: Yeah not soon but one day you’ll wake up and realize the hole isn’t bleeding anymore. It’s just… a scar and scars don’t hurt the same way open wounds do. Me: Promise? Tony: Can’t promise timelines but I can promise it will happen. Seen it too many times to doubt it.

’ Then, he felt all their eyes on him. Waiting. To see if he’d stand and bow. Bow? To the very people that let his sister die? Tony smirked instead. He did not stand. ‘I’m the black sheep.’ ‘I don't bend to your family’s rule.’ “You’re still alive..” Tony deliberately trailed. “..old man.” Tony was full of sarcasm. A collective gasp echoed around the table. “Che faccia tosta..(What a nerve…)” someone whispered. “Hai dimenticato chi sei?! (Did you forget who you are?)”