Tony Stark Smile Novels & Stories

Tony smirked. “Free of charge? To do what?” “Please you and make you smile.” He replied gazing into my eyes full of confidence and security. It took my breath away. Was he telling me what I needed to hear?

“They’ll know I’m faking it, it's all written all over me.” “They’ll see what we show them,” Tony said, his dark eyes locking on mine. “A strong, beautiful woman. My wife. Head up, smile.” I tried to smile, but my stomach twisted. How could I pretend when Alex had torn me apart? Tony guided me through the crowd, his hand steady, and I clung to that warmth like it could keep me from falling apart. People stared, whispering. Tony Stark’s new wife. The words felt like a lie I’d choke on.

He spoke into the mic and everyone started murmuring again. Not everybody knew we were best friends, but this man just had to open his mouth and spew nonsense. “I'm feeling like something is wrong because you do not look happy.” I turned to face him, and that was it, he had that smug look on his face. I scoffed and looked around. My eyes met with that of Easton. He held my gaze for a while before I looked away and faced Mr. Stark again. “I believe this is a function and not a reunion?” I asked and they gasped.

The action made the old lady's smile wider which was being mirrored by Stefani herself. It was the first time Jonathan saw Stefani smile like that. Usually, the smiles he'd get from the younger were smug and not friendly at all. The Stefani he knew was always frowning, glaring, complaining, whining, and shouting names at people. Yet here she was, flashing her smiles to the old lady she didn't even know the name of. Unconsciously, Jonathan smiled and felt a thud on his heart. He couldn't help but look at the scene before him, particularly staring at the teenager and her smiles that shone brightly under the sun...

Not something pathetic, for a few seconds, I can’t speak. The city lights continue sliding past outside. Finally, I manage a weak smile. “That’s a nicer way of saying stupid.” To my surprise, the corner of his mouth moves. Barely……But it’s there. A smile, a real one. The sight startles me so much that I actually stare. Dante Wolfe smiling feels like witnessing a solar eclipse. .

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend. Yes, you can take care of us. Yes, Adam. Yes." The smile that broke across his face was not the thin, self-deprecating smile of the past week. It was not the controlled, professional smile of the CEO or the polite, distant smile of the man at the reception in Zurich. It was a real smile — wide and unguarded and almost painful in its intensity. The smile of a man who had been holding his breath for a decade and had finally been allowed to exhale.

“Not just talking. You were smiling.” I paused for half a second. Damn Marcus and his semi functioning memory. Tariq dropped his fork like it was breaking news. “Smiling? Like actually smiling? Not the polite one or the fake public one, but the real kind?” “I smile all the time,” I muttered. “False,” Rafeal said. “You smirk, you glower, you look vaguely constipated sometimes, but smiling? That’s rare, my guy.” Tariq barked a laugh. “So who was she?”

He smirks down at me, thinking that I’m funny even in this horrible moment – And suddenly, something about that – about my ghost boy smiling at me even in the face of infinite darkness… It just…gives me strength. I raise my chin, jaw clenched, new determination running through me. “There’s my girl,” Tony murmurs, cupping my cheek, running his thumb along the length of my jaw. “Give them absolute hell.” I grin up at him, letting my fangs extend, and he snarls down at me, loving it.

That made me chuckle. “Young, complicated life.” Zach snorted. “That’s a good one.” For the first time ever, I saw Trenton smile. Not the easy, slow spread anyone would do, but one that slightly upturns a corner of his mouth with his eyes replicating the smile. He looked very handsome. “You should smile often, Trenton. It looks good on you.” I told him. He snapped his expression back to flat and unsmiling, passing me a glare as if he was accusing me of being the cause for the almost-unnoticeable smile.