Techno X Tommy Novels & Stories

Tommy said and sound pf beeping could heard from Alexis phone Alexis put her phone on hold and waited patiently for Tommy arrival, she did put her phone on hold so that Tommy would be able to keep the tracking on, Alexis go back into her car, and she sat down comfortably, she did this to hide from the sun ray, meanwhile the car stereo continued on and on blaring music to her hearing, she was Taylor swift fans, thus the selection playing were all from her.

But Tommy tried his best to get to know his idol better. "Why are you smiling?" asked Dante, sitting before Tommy shook his head, the smile still lingering on his face. Of course, it wasn't a mockery or disdain but a smile of pride. "I just didn't expect to be chosen to work with you, sir," Tommy replied. "You are our idol__" "We?" interrupted Dante. "Yes, me and my friends in special forces training," Tommy replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Oh yeah, how old are you?" asked Dante again. "Twenty-four, and you're only a year older than me."

He finally grabbed a white container. “What meds?” Nelo asked, very concerned. Tommy clattered to the floor, convulsing. “Get out...” “Let me help you— “Get out!” Terrified, Nelo scampered out. She had seen different versions of Tommy but never that one. What meds was he talking about?

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

Tommy lashed out at Joanne, "Are you a complete idiot? Just because she said I have AIDS, you believe it?" Joanne held her face helplessly. Ambrose walked over at this moment and naturally put his arm around Larissa's shoulder. "Why are you still standing here?" Tommy's eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, "You ... You're Mr. Hamilton?" Ambrose raised an eyebrow, "Who are you?" Tommy said, "I'm Tommy Dickman, the project manager at Feldson Holdings. We've been wanting to collaborate with your company for a long time. Meeting Mr. Hamilton here is truly a coincidence!"

He was taking an unplanned risk just to prove Aldwin wrong for once. “I'll be buying a significant amount of TechGiant’s stock,” Tommy declared without batting an eye. Both Murphy and Aldwin thought he was joking. For the past three years, since the tragic loss, Tommy had avoided the stock market. But now, a single provocation from Aldwin was making him dive back in. “You are joking, right?” Aldwin asked in utter surprise. “No, mate. I'm taking this one on,” Tommy confirmed. “Hey man, can you just calm down? I know Aldwin might have struck a nerve, but you don't need to do this, you know?” Murphy begged.

“Tommy—” He slipped over to the sound system, hit a couple of buttons on the remote, and then walked back around until he stood in front of her chair, facing her. “Now, about my versatility…” Music started, with an instantly identifiable guitar riff, followed by an equally identifiable voice—“Kiss,” by Prince. Tommy flipped his jacket off his shoulders and let it slide down his arms to land on the floor. Then he inched closer, leading with his hips, which were doing a mouthwatering bump-and-grind in perfect time with the pulsating beat of the song.

"Or he's not coming." "He's coming." I scanned the crowd. Looking for a face I'd tried to forget. Two oh-three. He appeared. Tall. Broad shoulders. Tattoos covering both arms in black and gray ink. Sleeve rolled up despite the cold. Tommy. He saw me. Smiled. All teeth. No warmth. "Jackson. Good to see you, mate." "Tommy." His eyes slid to Sloane. Then Peter. Lingered too long on both. "Thought I said come alone."

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

He adds with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. I give him a pointed look as this is an argument I suspect will continue having until the baby is born. “And I told you baby girls are dominant in my grandmother's line, beautiful ones too” I finish with a playful flip of my hair. “Now where are you going?” Tommy arranges the right sleeve of his leather jacket, tugging a little on the silver Zip sewn at the side “I have to meet Diego and Gio in the city for an errand… and no, you can’t come” he adds quickly when I start to smile.