José Tomás Novels & Stories

“That good for nothing piece of shit stole my spot, dad… I won’t let that asshole have the last laugh. I can’t let him win!” A drunk Carlos angrily exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table. “You should’ve killed him when you had the chance, now he’s one step ahead of you… All our years of hard work has gone down the drain.” Ignacio hissed.

he tells the guy, pointing to me and Brandon. Sam's cheeks turn red at his introduction, but I can't help but smile, shaking the guy's hand firmly. "Hey, good to meet you guys. I'm Jorge, Julian's manager, and accomplice," he says making Mr. Adams chuckle. "I'll take these to the guest room for you guys," he says pointing towards the stairs. "Jorge... Put Russell's stuff in Sam's old room, and Mija," he says looking at Kim. (sweetheart)

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

A young beta had come to pick us up. “He is James’ half-brother,” Isaac had said. My stomach churns as the engine is revved up. I look at Caius, Lorcan and Harmony as they step back. As the car winds down the gravel path and inches towards the front gate, the churning and the odd feeling grow further. It will pass, I tell myself. I pull Isleen closer to me, while Isaac’s hand finds mine. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.

“He’s not stupid enough to involve the police.” “No,” Enzo agreed. “But he’s angry. We caught footage of him speaking with an old dock laborer. One of ours. Retired.” Cassiel’s gaze sharpened. “Who?” “Man's nickname in the underground is Tomás. Used to do the tunnel routes for shipments—before we shut that end.” “Tomás owes me a favor.” Enzo nodded. “Already sent a warning. He swore he didn’t say anything.” Cassiel inhaled slowly. “We can’t afford exposure. Not now.”

I don't want to depend on Raúl, you know? — I understand, friend, but Tomás told me that Raúl is thinking you don't like him anymore and that's why you're stalling until he gives up! — Did Thomas tell you that? — It's Alana... Looks like our club is growing! — Stop being silly, Ed! Me and Tomás are just friends... — I know what kind of friendship you have, I know very well... Stop the bullshit, and assume it soon, or will the excuse be the career?

This time Emiliano made him leave her hand while Vanessa was looking at them like an oblivious puppy. "Man! I can smell your jealous asses from right here but no need to be jealous. I'm just here to meet my sister in law." Tomás said teasing them making them grit their teeth. Tomás is the only cousin who annoys the shit out of them and they always tries to avoid him and now they got the new reason to avoid them. "A-a-asses? What's t-that?" Vanessa asked them confusingly making them speechless while Tomás smiled at her innocence.

Even now, as I'm brooding behind my desk, his smile lights up the room. "Hermfuego?" I hear Tomás call out as he approaches my desk. Hermfuego was a term Tomás came up with, which is short for fire brother. He's always called me that ever since he was a little kid. I think part of it is because of my middle name being Blaze. I found it cute, so I never stopped him from calling me differently. I can't deny how much not being able to hear that endearment affected me. It was an endearment I had gotten used to hearing; it felt odd not being able to hear it.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.