Tony Stonem Novels & Stories

Initially, all of this should have belonged to Tom. Had Tom cherished Xyla before, Stanley would not have had anything to do with her. “I feel so humiliated today!” Tony Sullivan complained in a low voice to Tom. Bailey Ronson carefully tugged at Tony’s sleeve to comfort him. “Stop talking. A lot of people are looking at us…” She said. Tony frowned coldly without saying anything further. He had an extremely gloomy expression on his face. Beep, beep, beep… Right then, Stanley’s phone started ringing.

The first one I picked up was a letter. "Your Majesty, My words cannot express our sympathies to the royal family. Nemesis was a treasure that can never be replaced. I do hope she is found safe and well. If you find yourselves in need of anything that we may be able to assist you with, please don't hesitate to let us know. Your Humble Servant, Alexander"

That I enjoyed it. “You’re good at this,” Tony says finally. “And I don’t tell people that. But you’ve crushed any future Lombardi problems, knocked the Coppolas into line, whipped our sorry asses into shape.” He pauses. “Even Dante admitted it was impressive.” My chest squeezes. I don’t care, don’t care, don’t care! These tears are… are from drinking my coffee too hot, nothing else. I swig more as if to prove it. Tony’s phone rings, and he checks the caller ID.

His thick black hair didn’t have a strand of gray, and thanks to his daily workout routine, his body was still as trim and firm as it had been in high school. Tony D’Amico was the type of man who knew he had the looks, but he also had the brains and knew how to best take advantage of those looks. He had spent his thirties teaching business economics for a local University where he met Beverly Stone who was working on her MBA.

“Wait, Ms. Stanton! I only have this one daughter... How about this, I won’t meddle in the West Coast Project anymore and will send the developer back. You can go according to the price as agreed upon before. Ms. Stanton, you should be satisfied with this arrangement, right?” Nicole sneered. ‘I didn’t take the initiative to settle accounts with him, yet this guy has the cheek to mention it? What kind of family is this? They really are father and daughter… I guess now I know where Jenny got her character. Her father is just as vile!’ Tobias Stone stood in the back, drenched in cold sweat. He had colluded with Edmund, so he was already in the wrong. Now, he only felt humiliated that he did all

"Tony is exceptional at everything." Lennox bursts into laughter. "Shut the hell up," I tell Lennox, trying to suppress a smile as I approach him and Blanca. "I'm serious," Blake tells Lennox, causing his laughter to fade. "Tony has never been below average at anything. Whenever he tries something new, he's practically a pro from the start." "It's like magic," Blanca states confidently. "He's a demon," Primrose chimes in. "One of those ugly ones that live in toad holes."

Grey had already walked into the room entirely and was close to her bed. “I need to get dressed Grey” “What's stopping you?” he asked with corked brows. Lyla held onto her towel tightly as he invited his best man in. She wasn't looking at who he was or what he had on. Her gaze was fixed on Grey, while she tried to comprehend how disrespectful he could be. “Here she is. The daughter of Thompson Raymond” he introduced with zero enthusiasm. “I'm Tony, Tony Stone” Tony introduced, reaching for a shake. Lyla knew she had to employ Janet's advice. She forced a smile immediately, turning to Tony and accepting his handshake. “Lyla Thompson,” she introduced.

Pretend you don't care and move on to the next customer. Five minutes later, Tony walked into the coffee shop. I was only able to notice because his figure towered above everyone else's and cast dark foreboding shadows on the counter where I stood. Goosebumps erupted on my skin. I shivered visibly and swallowed hard. I'd thought he wouldn't be here until I had to leave. I'd made sure of that. How come? Why did his stalker schedule change all of a sudden? Tony was 6 '7, quite hunky, with logs of wood for arms and legs. When he smiled, no, when he sneered, he exposed the most beautiful set of teeth you'd ever seen. His gray eyes made him look like a psycho god, but a psycho nonetheless.

And those who had excuses gave up their excuses. "You were taking six thousand per month, Nicky..instead of just 3, you were extorting me. You and everyone of you." Leo finally voiced out.." you're lucky I'm not with that pistol. And I swear to God, you're going to pay back, every single one of you. Also to y'all that have a connection with the acct number 0733342560 under the name Tony Stone in Sky bank, y'all have better get a lawyer because you're paying back with interest and going to spend some jail terms, and would have to leave the country to get another Job…" He painfully said...

Over the years, Stone had enjoyed being basked in the glory as a boss, so there were only very few occasions where he would have to greet others with a smile. However, even though he was doing just that that day, Javier did not seem to be bothered about him and gave him the cold shoulder. This left Stone feeling very upset. Still, when he thought about the fact that the man before him was even capable of getting the son of the Easton Group’s owner as his aide, and that he could very casually spend $60,000,000 to buy over his bar, Stone could tell that this man was not someone he would want to trifle with.