Tony Stark Smile Novels & Stories

When she pulled them away, they were brown. No. No no no no no. The cameras flashed brighter. Faster. People were pulling out phones now, recording. She could see the red lights. The sneers. The disgust. “Tony.” Her voice came out as a choke. She turned toward him. “Tony, please.” He was already standing beside her, posing for the photographers. His jaw was tight. His smile was frozen in place. “Tony, please.” “Smile,” he hissed under his breath. His lips barely moved. “Don’t make a scene.”

Broad shoulders, dark hair brushed back in a way that didn’t dare fall out of place, and those eyes… cold, emotionless, like they could undress you, dissect you, and dismiss you in one motion. "Good evening, Mr. Stark," I managed. He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at me, a faint arch in his brow like the sound of my voice had interrupted his thoughts, and he was deciding whether to forgive that or not. Then his gaze flicked down, slowly assessing me. Jesus. I greeted his best friend, who was also his MD. "Mr. Harold." He managed half a smile before turning back to his phone. Of course, no one noticed this pathetic little girl trying to hold herself together during the hour-and-a-ha

Stark who stared at him with those lips pouted in satisfaction as she stared at him, was becoming too unpredictable. And as if she could read his thoughts, her lips lifted slightly in a triumphant smirk, "Goodnight, Mr. Stark." As Eve climbed the stairs, her long delicate fingers glazing the polished baluster, a smile spread through her body like the climatic waves of satisfaction. The game has just begun, Alessandro Stark.

I am against the idea, but I also want some answers, especially regarding my killer smile. Before I could change my mind, I pulled the corner of my lips back and gave him the full view of my killer smile. My eyes were on him the entire time, so I wouldn’t miss his reaction. So far, I have two reactions to my killer smile. One would have an uncontrollable sense of fear, while the other was pure adoration, which only Al expressed towards me. But the Doctor’s expression was strange. He was neither of the two expressions that I had received so far. He looked relieved. He was relieved enough that he would cry before me. I admit that seeing a grown man cry before me left a weird impression that I

Joanna's POV "Damn, am loving that smile." Harmony winked at her as she walked past us. "I could swear that smile was for me." Tony scoffed. "Nah, it wasn't." Harmony smirked. "It was." Tony beamed, with a mischievous smile on his face. I could see what he was doing, trying to rile Harmony up. I need to stop this before fists start flying, and trust me, it will. If you've been around these two for a while you would know am not joking.

I rolled away my eyes too in a scoff. I looked up to the guy she was smiling at, Tony. He is somewhat cute... Tall, fair, dark haired, but he had some tints of golden on it. He wore a white suit with black pairs. The striking thing I notice are his eyes. He has dark eyes that could tell you that he was a shady person, but looks can be deceitful. Oh! And he has pink lips too. Well he's cute somehow... "... By marrying our children." I heard the last part and turned to my dad who was smiling broadly to the other aged man who reciprocated the smile but the man at his corner, Tony of course, didn't smile.

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.

He’s kissing my face, shoulders, being playful. It’s sweet as hell but it’s so funny. You wouldn’t think a guy with this persona: bad boy millionaire (Tony Stark, anyone?) would be so playful. Then again, I wouldn't have expected a man of his stature to go crazy over bumper cars. He’s so damn competitive. He’d raced after me, his large frame nearly spilling out of the car. His smile was almost gleeful, almost as if he was allowing his inner child to peek out through his fierce exterior.

He explained. She took a sip of the champagne,looking around. Her spine stiffened and her eyes widened as she noticed the couple that stepped in. An elderly man presumably in his eighties and by his side, Tanya. She snorted. The ugly pig was still out there terrorizing people. Tanya's smile was wide as the obviously important man got greeted by his subordinates. "Your friend has an interesting taste in men." Ryan commented. She bit her lower lip,digging her fingers into his suit.

He continued to drink from the bottle. Just then, the smell of food hit him. His stomach growled. The servants brought in the dishes. And that’s when he caught a pair of blue eyes. Looking at him. Not measuring. But smiling. Flirty. Tony smirked. ‘Cute,’ he thought. He returned the look and winked. ‘I won't be bored here, then.’ **