Edd X Tom Novels & Stories

Phoenix nodded in agreement. I headed to the dining room for dinner. I sat with Greta and her mate Tom. He is a nice guy, about five-nine, chestnut-coloured hair and golden-brown eyes. He has a slim build, but it was all muscle; he matched Greta perfectly. Their bodies moved in sync, Tom placing his arm around Greta and always looking at her in awe as they laughed and told me about their week here. They Filled me in on everything I missed. As everyone cleared out of the dining room. I got up, said my goodbyes and reported to Beta Drake.

"What matters is this—what exactly did you and Damon discuss earlier?" He gestured to the seat across from him. "Relax, Tom. Sit." The casual tone did little to calm Tom, who swallowed nervously before seating himself opposite Drake. "It was nothing much," he stammered. "I... I was discussing a potential partnership with Prospectus Technology. Once I gain their trust, I'll find a way to bring them down." "Really?" Drake's sharp eyes locked onto Tom's, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yes," Tom nodded quickly. "By the way, Mr. Mummery, what brings you back to the country? Something important?"

"Liam and Connor. Trent's best friends since middle school. You did great, by the way." He grinned. "I had a good teacher." As we made our way across the lawn, I caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance. My heart skipped a beat. "Oh my God, that's Damien." Tommy's brow furrowed. "Who's Damien?" I took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. "He's Trent's... I mean, your enemy. And also my ex." "Wait, what?" Tommy's eyes widened. "Is that why he's my.. I mean Trent's enemy? Because he dated you?"

kind of goes along with it. I've noticed several handsome men just on my floor at Eddings. Once of which was at our table that first Friday. His name is Tommy… Thomas Jenner. I'm still not sure what he does at Eddings, but he's always well-dressed in a suit or jacket, and he's got the most amazing pair of blue eyes -- just a perfect skyblue pitch to them. Rest those above the dimples and a rather rugged jaw line and… Well, you get my drift. This guy made my knees weak.

"What matters is this—what exactly did you and Damon discuss earlier?" He gestured to the seat across from him. "Relax, Tom. Sit." The casual tone did little to calm Tom, who swallowed nervously before seating himself opposite Drake. "It was nothing much," he stammered. "I... I was discussing a potential partnership with Prospectus Technology. Once I gain their trust, I'll find a way to bring them down." "Really?" Drake's sharp eyes locked onto Tom's, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Yes," Tom nodded quickly. "By the way, Mr. Mummery, what brings you back to the country? Something important?"

Tala catches at her, trying to get her to stop. “Nah he’s not. Stop fooling around, Aiden,” Tom says, “We’ve got vids to watch, come on, man.” He turns to walk off and almost runs into the figure that’s come up behind him. A man, dark haired. The man grins, and his eye teeth grow into points. Tom steps back uncertainly. “Cool teeth, dude, didn’t mean to bump into you, we’re just going.” Tom steps sideways. The black-haired man steps sideways to match, still grinning.

When he cluelessly returned back to his phone, Tommy dropped his rehearsed smile and zeroed his eyes on his cheesecake like a predator. The cold, white, creamy cheese and sugar which was sprinkled with crushed cookies, resting on a huge slice of cake made him drool! So before his over-fussing mother found out, the little fox stuffed not only his mouth...but his face as fast as he could. "Do you want some more?" Damon asked, noticing his healthy appetite and Tommy couldn't have been more pleased! He hastily nodded. "TOMMY ELVIS DE' ARGENT! What are you doing? I don't know what to do with you anymore!" Mom Rose scolded from down the table.

"Huh! Why give it to me? Where is Mr. Dante now?" "He just wants you to come in; he says you're quite the fan." "Huh?! Big fan?" Tommy smiled meaningfully, as he also realized that his master did not reveal his identity. "Where is Mr. Dante? Can I see him to thank him?" Eddie asked. "Oh, didn't we meet earlier?" asked Tommy to make sure that Eddie remembered who he had met to get a ticket to Peter Franklin's private party. Eddie and his two followers glanced at each other again; they looked confused, dazed, and empty. Then Eddie's head began to move up, left, and right with his temples and forehead raised. Then he stared fixedly at Tommy, and Tommy replied by raising both eyebrows.

Edie sulked. "I've known you since elementary school, Edie. I had the biggest crush on you back then, I followed you around and dreamed about you at night, wondering what you'd wear the next day at school and how pretty you'd look." "Stop it, Tom. You never really knew me at all." "Why don't we fix that at dinner tonight? We'll go to a nice place in Jackson, maybe dance a bit and talk," Tom said. No, no. Say no. You're busy. You have to wash your hair. Alice waited trembling, until she heard Edie answer him.

"You haven't grown much since last time?" Ack! Critical hit! Tommy's usually calm face turned intense. "I did." Eden looked puzzled. "Have you?" Tommy stressed it. "I have." "But last time, you were about the same height as me, and now you're a little shorter," Eden said. To prove she was right, Eden stood up and moved to his side. "That's because Tommy is half a year younger than you," said a gentle voice behind them. Solomon, dressed neatly, walked over and lightly patted Eden on the head.