Tony Stonem Skins Novels & Stories

It vanished just as quickly as it had appeared, leaving only a lingering sense of something unfinished. Jared’s eyes remained glued to the window, unease gnawing at him like a restless phantom. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Ember had sensed something lurking in the shadows, an unseen threat. Whatever had been here, it hadn’t lingered long—but it was enough to leave a mark. Tomas lingered behind the others, his gaze steady on the flat. He reached into the pouch at his belt and withdrew a small obsidian token, etched with the clan’s sigil—a circle split by flame. It pulsed faintly in his palm, warm with latent energy.

It had almost KILLED him! All Tony said to him was to "Get out. Now. I never wanna see you again. Ever. I'll never forgive you for this. I see you again, I'll pay you back myself." Tony ran his fingers across the five inch scar right under his ribs. In hindsight, what he said to Ethan back then was a little extreme. He remembered the pain of that blade and he would never wish it on anyone. Tony kicked Ethan out when he got out of the hospital. He had enough of a nest egg to afford the apartment for the couple months he needed to recover. As soon as he was able, he texted Adrian to ask if he had any work out in the Norristown area. Adrian had helped them out of a tight spot in the past, but t

Tony handed him his own glass of booze and they down it together, and after two more they wiped their mouth with the back of their hand. "Let's do this man." Tony's eyes scanned the crowd and it wasn't long before he found something interesting. "He squeezed his shoulder a little and pointed a brown skinned lady, she wore a short red skirt and a somewhat white colored crop top, her long legs were complimented by the heels she wore and the skirt hugged her ass in a nice way.

"Are you here to kill me?" "No." I felt marginally relieved. "You lied about being able to come inside. How do I know you're not lying about this?" The sound of splintering hinges caused me to leap back before the pieces settled. I had moved so fast that I couldn't recollect commanding my body into action. Tony strolled into the room looking sharp in a black leather coat, black pants, and another black silk shirt. He was wearing a Rolex on his left wrist. Yum! He looked good enough to eat. But wait, he's here to kill me. Focus!

That was kind of their thing. Tony strutted in like he’d just stepped out of a bad gangster flick. Leather jacket, cigarette barely hanging from his lips, slicked-back hair trying to hide a receding hairline that had given up the fight years ago. Behind him came Joey, arms crossed, eyes scanning the room like he was casing it. Then a few more of Tony’s goons followed, fanning out and blocking the exit. I stood still, heart pounding, but I kept my voice steady. “Well, well. Couldn’t stay away, huh?”

That was when I saw him. Tony lay on the pavement like a broken doll, his body turned at an awkward angle. His shirt was soaked through with blood, the dark stain spreading across his chest and ribs. Two deep cuts tore through his side, and there was a gash on his forehead that looked bad enough to split bone. His skin had lost its color, looking pale and sick under the harsh lights.

he says and looks at Delcote. "Need to speak to Skin, verify things with him," Delcote states. "He's there working on a truck." Big King points. "Skin, 'ere." I learnt Skin got his name because he used to be massively overweight and has a lot of excess skin from losing weight. For some strange reason, he suggested the nickname for himself. I watch as Skin moves away from the car and walks over. My eyes widen when I see him. That's not a hit; it's multiple, and it happened before we got back. He wasn't hit for the cover story, so what the hell happened?

Two signed posters, two signed CDs, four signed T-shirts, a signed hoodie, beanie hat, music score book, several exuberant hugs, a few exploring hands, and camera phone pictures later, Heather and Lauren had finally spent enough of their parents’ money to let the next person in line have a chance to interact with Eric and Trey. “I’m Tony,” a young man in his late teens said. His hair was startlingly similar in style to Eric’s, right down to the blue lock of hair resting against his collarbone. Tony grabbed Eric’s hand to pump it up and down excitedly. “I couldn’t wait to meet Sinclair, but to get the chance to meet Eric f**kin’ Sticks? Amazing. I wish I would have brought my drumheads for yo

Adam shouted at me gleefully. Tony gave them a cold glance but said nothing. Instead, he walked straight up to me, his tone extremely respectful. "Mr. Stone, my apologies for that. Did I arrive too late?" The smile on Nadine's face instantly froze. "M-Mr. Stone? Tony, w-what did you just call him?" Tony adjusted his glasses and looked at her with contempt. "Nadine, open your damn eyes and look carefully. The man standing before you is the real chairman of Stone Corporation, Mr. Elijah Stone."