Tony Stark Smile Novels & Stories

Everything inside of me is screaming to get outta here. I shake my head, pushing at Tony’s chest. “You’re wrong, Tony. There’s nothing between us.” I look him in the eye, my voice firm. “Now let me pass.” The smile fades from Tony’s face, his eyes narrowing. “Liar,” he spits, pressing forward into my hand. “You’re always smiling at me, letting me buy your drinks…”

"Let's just say I'm supposed to be a lot of things I'm not." I get the sense he almost told me something important. But I don't push. I've learned that Stark will tell me things when he's ready. "I think you're strong," I say quietly. "You don't have to prove it by hurting things." "You're the only one who thinks that," he says. "Then you listen to me instead of them," I tell him. He looks at me for a long moment. Then he smiles. That real smile that makes everything in me go soft.

The assistant director approached with a smile on his face. "Just wait a moment, please." Amidst the screams, Tony smiled slightly, lowered his head, and took a whiff of the lilies in his hand, his eyes sparkling with enchanting allure. Another wave of cheers swept through the studio. Tony glanced around the photography studio and then walked confidently in a specific direction. Just a moment ago, the extras who had shown disdain towards Maddie turned their heads in astonishment. No way?! Could it be that she is the woman from the video, involved with Tony?!

And it completely, utterly, flew at the face of what they knew about the world. Zayn, meanwhile, espied the intensifying fear on the foreigners’ faces. His grin cracked even wider into a smile. He beckoned to Smith with the same smile and said, “So, Smith! I heard you’ve just finished filming a sci-fi movie, where you’re some kinda unstoppable superhero in it. Wow, so cool, bro! Can I see how cool and invincible you are in real life?”

The worst part was, Tony himself wasn't ticklish in the least. Again, as much as he hated(and he did, for so many reasons) to have that weakness exploited, that incapacitation by laughter against his will, he liked it. Tony's eyes would sparkle and he'd flash that luminescent smile. A sight for sore eyes, indeed. It warmed Dillon's heart to see him smile in any form and finally, he flashed the million watt 'Tony smile'. Surely, Tony had the same thought about him at some point. Dillon wanted- and needed- to make Tony smile. It was his duty, it was his nature, and it was his pleasure. Tony deserved the world and it made Dillon hurt for him that he didn't seem to agree.

He spat. Oh shit! Things were going south from what I expected. I threw an alarmed look at Tony, who was yet to recover from the shock of the blow. My alarmed look turned into one of worry. I tried speaking but stopped when I saw Tony begin to fully straighten. He smiled. His smile was one of a chilling, blood-stained mockery of a smile, his lips parting to reveal teeth stained crimson. His expression twisted into a cold, calculating mask of sadistic pleasure as though he had just enjoyed what Asher had done to him.

Constanz nods, but I know she's not happy with my answer. “I don't want to be a killjoy, but I don't think you're going to have fun with him tonight. Wolfgang is so bitter, and he never smiles." I smile with amusement. "Says the psychologist who thinks love is a waste of time?"I make fun of her. “Smiling is a powerful emotional tool,” she replies. "A tool Wolfgang doesn't know about." I'm sure that, in the mafia, the smile is not the most useful tool.

I say, and he winks at me with a smile on his face. “Well, that’s better than a flat out no. It starts at one in the afternoon. There is no pressure.” He says and we sit back in silence, watching TV until I begin to fall asleep when I realise something. “Oh my god, Tony. You have just smiled!” I say as I laugh, and he narrows his eyes at me. “Shut up. I do smile, you know. It’s rare, but it does happen. Now shush, we are getting to a good part.” He says, and I chuckle as I snuggle back into his side.

“Not so soon, Tatty, we will meet again.” Liam turned back, his bodyguards surrounding him once more. Within seconds, he disappeared from sight. Tatiana stood frozen. Her body trembled. Her fingers clenched the handkerchief. What was he talking about? Her mind spun as his voice kept echoing in her ears. But she didn’t have time to dwell on it. A movement ahead snapped her out of her trance. Tony. His smile was slow and menacing—the kind that made her skin crawl. She knew that smile. She had grown up around it. It was the look of someone who enjoyed watching her squirm.

Stallone said to Stark. Stallone was trying to accept and also degrade Stark's plan at the same time. Stark knew better by now and I could see he was trying to control himself around Stallone. Stark wasn't ready to go into argument against Stallone and waste precious time over again. "Your plan was amazing. I'm sure with this carefully thought out plan, we would win the battle." I said to Stark. I said that to try and calm Stark down and also cheer him up at the same time.