Tony Stonem Novels & Stories

“What can we say? We’re resilient. Besides, someone had to make sure this place didn’t collapse before you two showed up.” “Resilient?” I shook my head, unable to keep the smirk off my face. “You’re sitting there like you just ran a damn marathon, and you’re calling it resilience?” Tony took another drag of his cigarette, his grin widening. “I won, by the way. As usual.” “Won?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “What the hell are you talking about?” “Petrov and I had a little wager,” Tony explained, gesturing lazily between them. “Who’d take down more guys. Guess who came out on top?”

he commanded, the finality in his voice leaving no room for further discussion. As Detective Stone turned to leave, Andrew's phone abruptly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his eyes narrowing as he recognized Tony's name. With a tinge of frustration, he answered the call, his tone curt and expectant. "Speak up," Andrew demanded, his impatience seeping through his words. Tony's voice came through the line, filled with a sense of urgency but lacking any significant update. "Nothing, boss. No sight of the car that dropped Perry," Tony reported, his voice tinged with frustration.

He smiled, “Sweet.” Tony answered, “Jace and I own the brokerage firm. We travel to mines all over the world to look for precious stones that are responsibly mined. We refuse to buy stones from companies who use slave labor.” I nodded, “I like that idea… a lot actually. It tells me that you two care about people.” Tony replied, “We do.” Amy came in and sat a tray of drinks and a tray of cheese and crackers in front of us. I smiled, “Thank you, Amy.” Amy nodded her head, “Always a pleasure, Harley.” Then she went back to the kitchen after telling us that dinner would be ready shortly.

“Oh, that’s rich. You really want to go there? Didn’t you sleep with Tonia’s boyfriend? Isn’t that why she’s been giving you the death stare all week?” Céline’s nostrils flare. “Stay the fuck out of it.” Stone places a hand on my chest — not hard, just enough to hold the line. “You’ve always said I needed to man up. That’s what I’m trying to do here.” “By walking away?”

As I am a single child, I am enjoying the feeling of having a sister. Anyway, coming to the present solution, we all are watching the clients wanting to enter Mr.Stone’s cabin, but he is not allowing them. After ten minutes, Mr.Stone came outside his cabin and stood in front of them with a stern expression. Does he ever smile? “What do you want?” he asked them. “We all want you to take your complaints back, and we will not cancel our deals.” One client said as if he is doing charity. “Why would I make that mistake and deal with you all?” Mr.Stone asked arrogantly.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

Tony inserted the key into the car key hole as started it and drove out of there. Tony thought of what to do, he had to take Steve and his family to the old man's house by all means. Tony Brian had no idea of what to do so he decided to let the cat out. “Please sir, I need to discuss something with you. I hereby plead that you should not be upset with me” Tony pleaded. Steve looked at him and was confused, after all he was just coming back after two years. What could he be upset about?

They both went into Micheal car and drove down to church, where they will see the most surprising thing ever. Tony decided to come to the country early than the time arranged for him. He want to be in the airport when Jenny will be returning from China after the treatment. He want to see her, it been long he had seen her. Getting off from the plane, he walk straight to the embassy to get home, "hello sir", Tony stopped, trying to note where the voice is coming from, "hello sir, you got a minute" the man said, Tony turned to look to his left and saw young man walking towards him. The man should be in twenties and the way he is, dressed signify that he is very rich, "hello am Roland Steve" he

Stanley said, "My people looked into it. Mr. Stone's appearances in Silverton have been brief and infrequent. There was one verified sighting in Northspire, where he helped establish that group's territory. That alone rules out Oscar as Mr. Stone himself. "As for Mr. Stone's true identity, I think a conversation with Frank of Northspire would answer that question. He's running things up there now, isn't he? He would know." The sisters accepted the explanation without hesitation. Carla spoke. "Speaking of which, Stanley, Mr. Stone also appears to have ties to Draconia. There's a girl from the slum district who apparently has his backing, and somehow she ended up becoming Draconia's CEO." Amar

I arrived at the Bradfords' mansion, and was first received by a man, which I later found out his name. He stretched out his right hand for a shake. I couldn't help but notice his finely trimmed nails. "My name is Stoner." He said, when I took his hand for the shake. Stoner smiled at me with a wild grin, and his scattered dentition. I didn't like anything about his physiques, starting from his way too big head, his tiny neck, which could snap at anytime, due to the load, he calls a head. His shoulders well oddly broad, and he could pass for an amoeba. I noticed his suit, the diamond pendant on his chain, and the name tag that read, 'Mr. Stoner Stephen. P.A to Mr. Williams Bradford.' To be ho