Young Iron Man Novels & Stories

"My plan never involves hurting innocent people. Only the people who truly deserve it." "These people do deserve it," Dr. Cho yells. The next thing I hear is the sound of people screaming as Dr. Cho fires off more mini rockets. The Futuright building is smoking and the walls are starting to crumble. "Come on," I think, "Come on. What can I do? What can I do?" I look at all the torn wires on the floor. "Dr. Cho said none of the wires I pulled will stop the Iron Fist armor. Maybe that's it. Maybe I just haven't pulled the right wires."

I asked with a high tone that made sure he was able to hear me. “Pardon my manners miss Sam.” the man said before getting on his feet. “In brief, this young man before you is known by many names but the actual name is Jaden Smith. A ruthless, wealthy, powerful, strong and an influential man. The leader of a mafia gang known as THE FREE FIRE.” he said using both hands to run from his neck to his waist as he spoke. “Now that you know me and I definitely know who you are, let’s get down to business. The whole reason why you’re here.”

He clearly treasured it. "Why do you like Iron Man?" Jasmine whispered. "You said Dad's out there fighting the bad guys, so isn't he like Iron Man? My dad is a hero," Justin replied with serious little eyes. Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she hugged Justin tightly and smiled. "If Dad is as awesome as Iron Man, then he's definitely a hero fighting the villains." Justin's eyes sparkled. "I love Iron Man." Jasmine held Justin close, her breath warm with emotion. "How about I tell you another story, would you like that?"

Outgoing and flirtatious, he handled the pack's alliances, his silver tongue diffusing tensions that fists couldn't. Riven, the youngest at twenty-one, was a force of raw energy, his frame massive and bulky, like a linebacker forged in the wild... thick thighs, barrel chest, and arms that could crush bone. His features were rugged, a square jaw shadowed with stubble, deep-set green eyes that burned with protective fervor, and wild dark curls that fell to his shoulders. Fiercely loyal and hot-tempered, he was the enforcer, guarding the pack's borders with unyielding vigilance.

Panni looked at the man she loved—the man who had spent the last week playing the villain, the martyr, and the thief, all to keep her from a throne she never wanted. "You were going to run away with it," she realized. "You were going to take the key and disappear, leaving me and Grace here in safety, while the entire corporate world chased a ghost." "It was the only way," Jinyan whispered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Iron Key. It didn't look like much—just a piece of rusted metal—but it hummed with a low, subsonic power. He held it out to her on his open palm. "But I promised I wouldn't lie again. Here it is. Your inheritance. Your cage. Or your weapon. Choose."

*thud the man falls down at the same time she landed on the ground. She then heard the Youngman chuckled. He has these handsome features and a well-built body. He wears a neat and well iron suit and a shining shoes Mizu never seen in her life. Not even in the people in the town. He was much superior compared to those people. "This child pique my taste. Brave with fighting skills. And even fast in decision making. Hmm, let see... I'm going to take this kid," he said licking his lips while eyeing with Mizu.

The matching clothes of the model and his mini-me, sans the makeup, is the kind of thing you only see in movies or magazines. One more fuss comes with the gator tears on wee man, and my heart is set to melt. “Oh no,” I reach out to the distressed infant. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s about a year old. “We having a bad night, Mister Man?” The kid wails his distress, bringing a soothing pat, from Dad. Looking more closely, the poor guy has bags on bags, with the rings around his eyes carefully masked with concealer. His naturally bronzed skin is also a bit more lackluster, with his whimper responding to the little one’s wails.

He replied and I nodded. I didn't really care about the men until he got to the last one."This is our youngest man, he's only twenty, his name is Caden ." My father explained and I nodded.He was tall and really well built, he must have been sculpted to look like a fucking god.He had these peircing green eyes with hazel specks, a clean face and a mop of brown hair that sat on his head neat.

Jin said and stood up from where he sat and went to hug her leg. Wow! I'm impressed, I can't believe my 13years old Jin said all these, he got Jennie because her expression right now shows she's gonna give in. 🌹Jennie🌹 I'm impressed, everyone is ready to help the way they can, especially my smart little Jin, I can't believe he can be as reasonable as of this, even though I felt bad he has to drop out of school at a young age because of me, but I think its the right time I gave in my best.

She must’ve been feeling reverential due to the grandeur. “What?” I found myself whispering as well. “I think we’re poor.” “We are,” Falcon laughed and the large double doors cracked open. In a yawning sound they opened widely and a young man in a suit walked in. He must’ve been 19 if not 21 at most. Blond hair and soft brown eyes. He looked so precious I could’ve tucked him into bed. He reminded me of Eddie and Kyle when they were in the seventh grade -almost helpless. But this kid denied his helplessness, he walked like the world owed him something and his look was full of disdain.