Tony Stark Snaps Novels & Stories

“ Want some? You're going to need it.” “No thanks. I'm not a drinker.” I declined. I didn't want to be here. I scanned the area for some way of escape. “It's no use you know.” Tony said. I glanced at him. “All the doors are guarded by big guys the size of Bruce Banner. You wouldn't make it two steps. Believe me” —he ran a loose hand through his hair and I saw a glimpse of a scar around his elbow—”I tried.” “You're paying off a debt too?” I asked, besides myself.

"Call the cops! That kid isn't safe with her!" I didn't react. "Draw blood." Wesley slapped me across the face. "You're hopeless!" My cheek swelled on the spot. I tasted blood at the corner of my mouth. I covered my face, eyes cold. He froze for a second, panic flashing in his eyes. Then he glanced at the phone screen. The panic faded—replaced by something like satisfaction. The livestream lit up with cheers. "Well done!" "She had it coming!" I snatched the syringe from Sasha and drew Lily's blood myself.

As Daniel stared at the surveillance video, scrubbing the timeline back and forth, his brows knitted into a knot. "How strange. There's nobody." My heart, which had been in my throat, eased up a little. "Eloise." A voice crackling with static reached my ear. "It's me, the security camera! I'm the sharpest eye in the whole company. The moment you snuck in, I turned myself off. I didn't open my eyes again until you came out, so don't worry."

I stand up and walk around the boulder we've been sitting behind, Chris and Steve flank me as I clear my throat, "I've heard enough, I'm glad I was here to stop you from doing something I'd regret Stacy." She spins and runs towards me, "Brad, thank the goddess, help that man there is going to rape me." I look at who she's pointing as I hold my hand up to her to stop, " I walk by her to the man she was pointing too, "is that true Stacy, or is it true he is your fated mate?" Her hands on her hips and her smirk fades as her eyes widen at me, "no he is not, he is a low life rogue and does not deserve a prize such as I." She looks at her maincured nails as she smiles sweetly at me.

Elliot reached inside, fingers moving quickly now. “Give me five seconds.” “You have three.” “Four.” Timothy didn’t argue. Elliot worked fast, disconnecting one wire, then another. The mechanism jerked violently. Timothy adjusted his stance, holding it steady. “Elliot.” “Almost—” A sharp spark snapped inside the panel. Elliot flinched slightly but didn’t pull back. “Got it.” He twisted the final connector— And everything stopped. The mechanical arm went slack in Timothy’s grip.