Tony Stark Smile Novels & Stories

I said and smiled. Anthony glanced at me and had a sour face. Oh, don't tell me he's angry with my smile. Anthony sat up and scowled at me. "Looks like you need a mouth mask so you don't smile at other people." "What's the problem, Anthony?" "I don't like." "And that's a sign of thanks." "If it's a sign of thanks then there's no need to draw your lips wide, it should be like this, elegant," he said while displaying his stingy smile. Of course, I can't because that's like Natalie. A smug and arrogant smile.

Stefan’s head slowly snapped up, his pitch-black, piercing eyes locking onto the subordinate. Then, a miracle occurred, something that none of his board of directors or global competitors had ever witnessed in their entire lives. The harsh, frozen granite of Stefan’s handsome face completely melted. The sharp, predatory line of his lips softened, tilting upward into a genuine, breathtakingly bright smile. It was a proud, profoundly tender smile, radiating an intense warmth that was reserved for only one soul in the universe. ‘My brilliant girl’, his heart whispered, a fierce, protective ache swelling inside his chest.

Mellisa’s POV Just as the slap from investor Joel Jasper landed smoothly on Tony’s face, this time I couldn’t help the smile that found its way to my face. Honestly, it wasn’t even a small, polite smile. No! It was the kind that slipped out before I could stop it as it was all wide, satisfied, and almost disrespectful. But who cares? Tony absolutely deserved every bit of that sting and maybe more.

And he has a gorgeous smile, not that I’d tell him that. “I promise I’ll look into your beautiful eyes every chance I get,” he said. I rolled my eyes, even though I’m smiling. “Now you’re just being cheesy,” I pointed out. “Or I’m just telling the truth,” “Okay then…Mr Truth,” I all but jogged to the front door, my smile somehow widening when I see his car still parked outside. The door clicks open before I can get to it. Dropping the call, I got in, closing the door behind me, turning to Mr Stark. He had rolled his chair back, lying down. He’d changed into a plain black t-shirt that clung to his muscles as usually and black pants. “Hi,” he greets me with a surprisingly huge smile on his fac

His casual voice seemed to have a hint of tease in it. “You!” Myra was so angry that her hands were now shaking. He’s framing me for helping him! After turning, she realized that the man had already wrapped a towel around him. His legs were straight and sinewy while his bare eight-pack abs were firm and full of strength. A moment of shock later, she slowly relaxed. Looks like he has already covered himself. Upon seeing her furrowing her brows, Tony revealed a faint smile. “What is it, Miss Stark? You seem to be dissatisfied with my looks.”

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

He got down on his knees and hugged him, "Sorry Twen...sorry to worry you" he said I was surprised at the sudden change in Tony's behaviour and looked at Tanya. She was smiling at him but her complexion had a strange greyish tinge. I was just wondering why she looked so oddly sick, when she turned towards me. I guess she felt my gaze, then smiled at me broadly and winked. Her greyish sickly pallor fading in comparison to her glowing bright smile. I blinked not sure how to respond but I saw her sneakily showing me a 'thumbs up' putting her hands out of Tony's vision. I got the message. She was able to talk him out of his overthinking and misery. I smiled at her gratefully.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you? I can never tell when you do that? Why don’t you smile or something?” Why don’t you smile. You wouldn’t believe the amount of times I’d heart this question. I gave him the answer I always did. “I don’t smile.” Simple and short. “But you do.” I looked at him. “Excuse me?” “You do smile. When you’re stepping on the skulls of your enemies. It’s a scary sort of smile.” I shrugged. “Guess that’s the only thing that brings me joy.”

It would be too late for Nana's family to cry over spilled milk if Tony's family decided to attack. “Big Boss, what are you smiling for?” Harris was stunned to see the other man smiled. This was the first time he witnessed such a rare occurrence. He thought the man looked rather handsome when he smiled. The boss was a good-looking man to begin with. Incredibly handsome, to be fair, and he looked even better when smiling. Even Harris, as a man, was enchanted by the smile. However, he could not fathom why the man was smiling at the moment.