Aot Tomas Novels & Stories

Narti looked down unpleasantly. "No problem, then... Introduce me Tom Johnson. You can just call me Tom like almost all the employees here. I am also one of Allan Watson's confidants and his closest friend!" This time, Tom stuck out his hand first into Narti's void. Narti was silent in her place, before she finally stood up and welcomed Tom's greeting with a tense look on her face now. "Then Introduce me I Kadek Nuarti, a confidant and friend of Mrs Evelyn Adams. You can call me Miss Kadek!" exclaimed Narti who turned wary.

I grab it before it crashes to the floor, sighing in the attempt. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to show you this, but you've left me with no other choice." I say as I switch to a different video. This one is solely a sound recording. "Did you find anything?" An unknown male voice asks. "Yes. I managed to find his weakness." Sienna's voice can clearly be heard. "Which is?" The man's voice asks. "A boy. His name is Tomás Velasco. The Reaper treats him as if he were his own brother." Sienna claims.

And if Mask had been getting that… I clenched my jaw harder and took a step down the stairs, trying to shove the image from my head, but just as I started descending, a voice called out— “Mr. Di Cristina.” My spine went ramrod straight. I turned and saw Tomas standing at the top landing, dressed in a black shirt and matching trousers, the collar undone just enough to show a hint of throat and the tattoo ink peeking from under it. He looked like sin carved into marble. I hated the fact that he was so good-looking. Couldn't he be less attractive?

Aurora. “—insufferable, thick-skulled, testosterone-fueled MORONS!” Something small and plastic flew past the open bathroom door, bounced off the opposite wall, and skidded down the hallway. A compact. Emilio watched it spin to a stop. Tomas stood just outside the door like a soldier under fire, stoic, silent, but clearly done with her brand of chaos. Another item, a travel-sized bottle of lotion, hit the wall near his shoulder and exploded like a grenade of floral-scented rage.

Tomas asked as he had snug up behind me. “Yes” I replied. “They are going to be away for more than a couple of days aren’t they?” he replied. “Yes” I answered him once more. “Beta Mathias funeral?” he asked. “Yes?” I answered but now with a question mark at the end of it. Maybe Tomas wasn’t as stupid as we gave him credit for? I thought to myself. “My dad told me” he replied and I smiled by smile. No, he was still an idiot. “Why did you choose me and not one of your other men?” he asked.

“Tomas helped. I know you're going to refuse.” She stared at me like I was a demon disguised in daughter form. “I don’t know what kind of witchcraft you’re into, but thank you. I’ll use it for my medicine, my cat and my grandchildren.” “Tell your cat she owes me.” Tomas was already waiting inside, balancing a bag of empanadas on one arm while sketching blueprints of the room layout on his tablet. Still technically living with his parents—but not for long. “You sure about the furniture?” he asked, as I passed him one of the plants.

"Christian Bowen get your ass up off that floor right now or so help me god I will stick my foot so far up your ass you will be eating my size tens for a month!" My head shoots up when I hear Tom's voice while my brothers all burst out laughing at Tom's SAS. He stomps towards me holding out his hand and as much as I want to ignore it I know I can't plus Tom is a man of his word and I for one don't fancy his size ten anywhere near my ass.

Tomas cut her off rudely slamming his fist hard on the table such that Cassy was startled at such an outburst "Maybe if you had a child of your own, you would understand what it feels like...have a heart Tomas," Cassy said, hating every moment Tomas, he was a man with no responsibilities. So shameless and thought everything revolved around him "Oh really do now you've grown wings...come here you bitch" Tomas said sarcastically and unexpectedly grabbed Cassy by the arm and started dragging him towards the door. Cassy struggled to keep him off, unfortunately, Tomas tightened his grip and reached for the door only to open it forcefully and stopped in his tracks when they found a person he had b

His eyes widened. “La Signora… please. Whatever they told you, it’s lies. I swear on my mother’s grave.” I pulled up the metal chair and sat right in front of him. Close enough to see the sweat on his forehead and the way his hands shook against the ropes. “You swore a lot of things over the years,” I said quietly. “Loyalty. Silence. Honor. Yet here we are.” Tomas started breathing faster. “I only passed small things. Nothing important. Adrian paid well and I… I have debts. Gambling. I got in too deep.”