Ranboo X Tommy Novels & Stories

' Tommy asked, coming over and taking a seat on his bike next to mine. 'Yeah, brother I'm fine'. I was closer to Tommy than any of the others, including Ron, but I just couldn't risk talking about this here. I pulled out my packet of cigarettes and offered one to him, he took it and we sparked up, waiting for the other guys to come out so we could leave.

He looked to be around my age, probably a year or two older and I could see the subtle resemblance he shared with Alessio in the line of his jaw and wavy black hair. “Coraline, that’s Tommy, short for Tommaso.” Alessio introduced in a begrudging tone. “He’s one of my younger cousins living here because his parents kicked him out when he insisted on starting a rock band after graduating high school instead of heading off to the university.” Tommy’s dark eyes twinkled playfully. “Hi, Coraline. You can totally be the band’s manager when we make our debut next year.” “Oh.” I blinked. “Um, thanks for the offer.”

The concrete floor felt cold beneath his feet, and he could hear the faint drip of water somewhere in the darkness beyond his cloth-covered vision. Tommy leaned closer to Liam, so close that the man's chin was almost resting on his shoulder. The warmth of his breath penetrated through the fabric covering Liam's head, carrying with it the smell of coffee and something else - something sharp and medicinal that made Liam's stomach turn. When Tommy spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, but every word was crystal clear and filled with malicious satisfaction. "You are going to say on camera that you made a big mistake," Tommy said, his lips so close to Liam's ear that the words seemed to vi

A girl from that group said, she was having dark brown hair, as she pointed towards the guy sitting opposite to her, who had spiked hair. "You guys didn't tell me!" He revolted and all of them made fun of him. "Oh, where's Ace?" A girl with blonde hair asked suddenly, she was sitting on top of the table. "You know she doesn't like it when you call her that?" A guy with blonde hair said; he sat beside the spiky-haired guy. Another guy who was sitting on the table punched him, his whole arm was covered with tattoos and they all laughed. "You know a lot about her buddy?" He asked as he wrapped his arm around his neck, as he struggled to breakthrough.

she hooked her arm around his as they walked into the Royale Blue Lounge for brunch. His country boy look was no longer visible, Tom Raven had turned into a high-end brand image, endorsed by the brands he was modeling for. He was starting to look like someone her husband might approve of, although it was a far stretch. "I hear everything is doing well for you here, Charlene updated me on your progress, as well as hers, ... I have to say I'm impressed, it's only been less than two months," she took the seat Tom pulled out for her.

He asked before Scar stepped forward to defend Jasmine, "Tommy, I- "Dismiss," Tommy said as Scar's head lowed before she and the rest of the gang left the room leaving Tommy and Jasmine alone, "What do you want to get, Jasmine, speak up," Tommy demanded as Jasmine gulped, "A T-Tattoo," she said as Tommy nodded before pulling her body into his as she gasped, "Where do you want to get it?" He asked caressing her body as her hands clenched onto his t-shirt, "I want w-words just like yours, but d-down my b-back," she stuttered as Tommy grip her onto her waist before burying his face in her neck leaving light kisses causing her eyes to automatically close.

Tom said with a smile. Liam offered a slight nod. “ I said I was going to get it done, and that is exactly what I did,” Liam replied. “Oh, you did it so well, I am more than pleased. You really exceeded my expectations! Bran will be a broken man by morning. And his little empire… ripe for the taking. All thanks to your… precise intervention,” Tom chuckled, taking a sip. “This calls for a celebration! To many more days of us working together,” Tom said and extended his glass for a toast.

"He is a credit to you and your Luna." "Timon - Pumbaa", Damien snapped, frustrated, waving between himself and Tommy, who stood beside Ab's, "Great, now we are all introduced. Can we get this show on the road?" "Why do I have to be the warthog?" Tommy grumbled, trying yet again to defuse Damiens's anger. "I mean- if the t-shirt fits..." Damien smirked sarcastically, raising a brow at Tommy; relief spread through me, knowing Tommy's wit had the desired effect. Damien seemed to have cooled down a few degrees.

“Stopped?” “By two guys. Creepy guys. Asking where you were.” His face twitched, just for a second. “What guys?” “They said their names were Manny and…” I shook my head. “I don’t know, the other didn’t say. Big. Tattoos. Looked like extras from a mafia film.” Tommy shut the fridge with a little too much force. “Shit.” “Shit? That’s all you have to say?” He scratched the back of his neck. “It’s nothing. Just some dudes from work I borrowed from, like, once.”

He was handsome and had copper blonde hair. “He’s Brayan’s best friend” I looked at Brayan and back to Tomas. If he was Brayan’s friend, then why was his relationship with Winry forbidden. I was going to ask her the moment we were alone. “Let’s go to my office Tomas” Brayan said turning away. “I’ll see you some other time” he smiled at me before he ran after his friend. “Have they been friends for a long time?” “Childhood friends. I’ve texted Marisol and Nouria. They’ll meet us at the restaurant”