Tony Stark Snaps Novels & Stories

Tony explained and paused to catch his breath. “Which is why I will be needing your help.” He added with his lips in a thin line while Dr. Raph stared at him like the highest her lost his mind. “Not only do I not understand why you would think you can do anything to a gang like the Snakers, but I also don't know what you want me to do. I am a fucking doctor, Tony, not an assassin.” Dr Raph twisted his face as he spoke. “Ah!” Tony exclaimed and clicked his fingers. “I was getting there.” He flashed his friend a smirk, one that made Dr Raph roll his eyes.

And those frequencies were screaming. #RogersStalker was trending globally at number one. Not #RogersEspionage. Not #GenevaAttack. Their names, fused together. He tapped it. A video clip, already with millions of views: the moment Anton turned to him during the press conference. “I trust Sabatine Stalker with my life… He is my partner in this fight.” The clip ended on a freeze-frame of Anton’s face, the expression there stripped of all billionaire aloofness, raw with a conviction that was terrifying in its intimacy.

When Saki had walked a few steps, Vera had an idea and called him back: "Once you're in there, can you take out your phone to video call me? I want to see both mom and dad. Please help me with this." "I know. Don't worry too much!" Looking at Vera's hand holding her, Saki couldn't help but be overjoyed. As soon as he entered, he placed the phone on the table where no one noticed. Calling Vera, she immediately received the phone but did not speak, because she knew that if she made a noise, her parents would surely hear. "This is a very good tonic for people with diabetes. You take it hard to reduce sugar levels." Saki pushed Vera's bag in front of Mr. Farrell.

Rosette whispered in his ear, "you can't touch, yet. Just lay still for me." His arms flopped back on the bed, and she grinned, her triumph evident. Looking down, she saw her mark sitting proudly beside his neck. Bringing her teeth down, she bit lightly at the scar, her touch a mix of playful teasing and genuine desire. Kyle's whole body shuddered beneath her, his response a testament to her power.

From the movie, she could tell that these men were literally in for the shock of their god-damned lives. She watched as Anthony's smile faded into a frown. "Do you want this?" He asked, dropping the machine on the table. "Of course, I do." He had literally no idea how much she had waited for this day. The day she would get her revenge. "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Good." He turned to his guards. "Plug it in." He ordered.

“Start moving, or you’ll hit the floor. That’s the Don’s command. You understand what that implies. Correct, boss? Or have you forgotten your place in this city?” Marco turned his head slightly toward me. For a brief moment, his expression softened, revealing a small, genuine flicker of emotion beneath his tough exterior. I grasped the stretcher rail. “Tony. Stop. He helped me, even though he’s the family’s rival; he still helped me.” Tony remained firm, not lowering the gun. “That’s not the point.” A deep rumble shook the floor, dust falling from the ceiling. The walls creaked as if something was tearing through them. “Move,” Tony shouted. “The charges are already detonating.”

Clingy, yes, but sweet. Tony’s eyes darted toward us, and I noticed him tugging on his suit jacket, trying to gather whatever was left of his dignity. I could see the frustration in his eyes, the kind of frustration that comes from being publicly embarrassed. But still, he managed to open his mouth again. “Bitch!” he snapped, his voice rising just enough for everyone around us to hear. “What would you know? You think the robot you developed is any better? You probably couldn’t even put together a single piece of scrap metal!”

He snapped me out of my thoughts and took out a small bell, shaking it. A familiar chiming sound echoed in my ears… giving my mind that blank feeling again. "When I snap my fingers, you will obey my every command." He remarked and snapped his fingers in front of my face. A hazy feeling suddenly enveloped me. I was dazed, my eyes staring unblinkingly into his weird black ones. Weren’t his eyes blue or are they his wolf’s? His voice was just above a whisper, replaying over and over in my head and it sounded like a haunting song to my ears.