Mr Tomato Novels & Stories

Opening my eyes, I met Mark's fearful gaze and turned my head to find Tom face down, being subdued by two guys I had never seen before. “Miss Martin, it's good that you've calmed down.” My eyes fell on a man about Dad's age, with a Latin accent and smiling gently at me. How he could smile with everything that was happening in this room? “Do you work with Alex?” I asked once my mouth was freed. “No, Miss.” The man, without losing his good mood, proceeded to take off his white hat he wore almost to his eyes “Let me introduce myself, my name is Diego Gómez and before you say it, yes. I was Daniel's father.”

came the response, and Carol's stomach performed that traitorous flip it always did at the sound of his voice. They made their way through the living room, past the leather sofa where Carol had sat countless times pretending to watch movies while secretly cataloging every movement Mr. Rich made when he passed through. The kitchen opened up before them, all granite countertops and stainless steel appliances, and there he was. Mr. Rich stood at the island, still in his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was chopping vegetables with practiced efficiency, a cutting board before him and a pan already heating on the stove. He looked up whe

Russo said as he opened the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of juice. I snorted inwardly as I watched them in shock. "He doesn't look like a man of juice but blood. " Matt muttered, I chuckled under my breath. My gaze met the cold gazes of Amateo and Vene. I pressed my lips together. "I don't know you. You attended my wedding." I told the new guy, ignoring Vene and Amateo. "I'm Park Moretti." He said as he strode across the table and settled down at the front chair. "I joined outfit three years ago." He said.

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

complained Judy. "She looks hot, her hair is engthy and gush I hate her. " Judy screamed in frustration. The man smiled and Judy felt mocked. "Do you want some water? " he asked her. "Are you crazy? " she yelled at him "Easy Tigress. " he said trying to pacify her. "Listen man. " began Judy while facing him. "ROMERO BARS is incuring losses and I tell you if we don't work hard, that company will go down and it will hurt you the most. " Judy explained.

I whisper back, because even in the middle of having my entire world rearranged by his mouth, I’m apparently still capable of being contrary. He laughs—actually laughs—and the sound vibrates against my lips in a way that makes me want to drag him somewhere significantly more private than this balcony. That’s when a smooth voice cuts through our bubble of desperate attraction like a machete through tissue paper. “It was Sarah Mitchell,” Roberto Martinez says, stepping onto the balcony with the casual confidence of someone who’s never met a problem he couldn’t solve with money and strategic intimidation. “My PI traced everything. It was her all along.”

‘Oh shit only one thing could smell this good’ ‘Mate!’ my wolf yells in my head Just then I look up at the 5 guys sitting crammed in a booth. They are all muscular and the 3 sitting together looked uncomfortable. Just as I am about to ask their drink order and look around at each of them, I catch sight of the most beautiful pair of green eyes. This man is yummy, dark brown hair, clean shaven on the sides, longer and combed to the side on top and a five o’clock shadow, I just want to feel it rub between my thighs. It took me only a second to take him in and have that naughty thought. However in that second I saw his eyes go from intrigue to pure disappointment. I knew in that second he was m

“I’m getting married.” “Come again?” I sucked in a breath, meeting her watercolor blue eyes. “I’m getting married.” She blinked once, twice. My heart stammered. I thought she’d have a panic attack, but then she laughed, snorted, and held her tummy while doing so. When she realized I wasn’t laughing, her eyes widened. “You’re shitting me.” I shook my head and filled her in with the bits of my agreement with Klaus. The mimosa she ordered turned into a bottle of Riesling. “Klaus Martinelli.” I nodded. “That sexy infuriating Italian, you say?” I nodded again and jumped in my seat when she shrieked as though she’d seen Michele Morrone.

I was in my office working on our plans, while on the phone with Taylor as she is better with strategizing, when there was a knock on the door. “Enter” I called out to the person knocking. “I am sorry to bother you Alpha but I have something to report.” This was Tatum Miller, a warrior wolf whose mate left him in the night. He has suffered greatly feeling his mate cheating on him for about two years now. He has regular therapy sessions and has been holding out on having the bond broken, either through rejection or magical means, as he hopes his mate will change his ways. Tatum’s mate was an adorable Omega from one of our ally packs. They had just fully mated when Tatum found a note from Nixo

Maya scowls and I laugh. "Thanks for making me feel better." "It's the least I could do, Marcy. Especially since you're working for that man because of my idea." "It's not all that bad, I--" My door suddenly swings open and Mr. Robinson is standing there fuming. "I thought I told you to get rid of that damn risotto." He says in that cold voice, except it sounds as if he wants to explode. "What the--" Maya is saying when I cut her off.