Tony X Bucky Novels & Stories

Dad speaks up “ Why don’t you finish your breakfast. Your mom and I have something we want to tell you.” “ Do you want me to give you some privacy?” I asked. I wanted to be respectful even if this is my house. “ No, princess. This concerns you too.” Dad said. I looked at Gena to confirm it was alright. She smiled and nodded. Gena sits beside Xavier facing him. “ Buddy, you know that mommy has been dating Tony for a while and he is a big part of our lives, right.” Gena said. Xavier nods since he has a mouthful of eggs.“ And you know mommy really cares about Tony.” she said.

“ 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.

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

Bruce shot to his feet. Even though he hated Fiona in that moment, the thought of a pup in danger sent him rushing out the door. Outside the emergency room, Fiona was pacing. Tony was covered in red hives. His face was swollen, his lips pale, and an IV was taped to the back of his hand. He kept scratching at his neck. A nurse had just given him an antidote. Bruce was about to push the door open when he heard Tony's weak voice from inside.

What if he misunderstood this too. I broke the hug. "Sir, she's Elena, my…" Elena looked at me like what will I say? "My friend, Sir." "Elena, He's Buck Hart, the Managing director." "You can call me Bucky." "Your name is so cute, Bucky." "Finally I met Nick's girlfriend." "Huh?" "Buck! About the project, they said you have to contact them for further details." "Did they?" "Yes. It's better you call them now."

Tony said in a serious voice. “Which is?“ Xan said impatiently. “Oh dear boy, you are in love with my Granddaughter!" Tony said. “Don’t be stupid! I am the...“ Xan started to say. “Yes, yes I am well aware of all that!” Tony said waving his hand dismissively. “But that does not stop the fact you are a man Xan. Every leader needs a strong woman beside him, Betsy was mine!” Tom explained. "But love is a weakness!" Xan said.

he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory. "This is Grace, my friend and roommate and you better get that idea out from your head Humphrey" Tory quickly added knowing how Humphrey nomally behaves. "What idea are you talking about?" He asked as he let's out a crooked smile. "But for real you school here??" He asked. "Yes I do, I study biology education" Tory added as he helps her get on the fence to sit. "That's nice, I just also moved here not to long ago, at least we get to spend time together" he whispers into her ears, holding her hands.

Bettoni laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. ​Frostina stopped crying and looked up in confusion. "What do you mean, Commandress?" ​Bettoni dropped her smile and looked at the spoiled princess with freezing coldness. ​"Buck's actually my older brother," Bettoni revealed the shocking truth. "His full real name is Buck Williams. He was always too busy working diligently with his tools to care that his only young sister was being brutally bullied by our other brothers and our evil mother. He's a skilled workman, but he kept his head down when I needed him."

After Justin left to stall them, I cracked a bag of biscuits, walked to the front of the village, and sat down on the stone bench where the village women gathered to gossip. Within an hour, I had Buck's whole operation figured out. "Buck Lansing is a real actor. He runs around with a bunch of thugs, targeting young men who come back from working in the city. A few drinks in, and he's already figured out how much they made all year. "All those people watching the games? Every single one of them is his.

It was too late to retreat, so he gritted his teeth and moved forward, warmly greeting: "Mr. Zachary!" Among the people walking toward Mr. Tonny, Zachary is in the middle. Unlike the outsiders who only heard of Zachary's reputation, Mr. Tonny, an experienced person in shopping centers, truly knows where Zachary's terror lies. His random movements can determine the life and death of countless companies. Even though Mr. Tonny is used to being authoritarian on the outside, facing the heir of such a vast business empire, he still has to be obedient like a dog.