Nao Tomori Novels & Stories

Tom released Hana's chin and returned to his seat. Before he left, he didn't forget to give Hana a provocative look. Hana remained calm at Tom's demeanour, and she would make Tom pay for her arrogance. Professor Norma suddenly appeared on the first row of the field. Next is Mr O.Renci and, of course, not without Miss. Rael and Mr Noria.

"I know you, Naomi. We've been friends for six years for me to know every little thing about you. You don't go for guys like this, I bet he is just someone you payed for a kiss or better yet, he might be AI" As if he knew they were talking about him, Tom came out from the garden dress in just his jeans which leaves his body on display for the giggling maids some distance away and also for Callista and Naomi.

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.

The tattoos on his neck cover most of his skin, just as they cover most of his arms. He's Asian, first and foremost. But that's not the first thing someone would notice about him. Something else catches my attention first, maybe it's his aura? He looks cold, stoic, and unbothered. He also looks sort of... empty? But hot. But, you know, empty. "Oh my God, you're gorgeous," I gasp. Oh, shit. I said that out loud. "I mean, uh," can I have your number? No, don't ask that you creep.