Techno X Tommy Novels & Stories

The moment he entered, he swiftly removed his towel as he stepped in front of a long, large mirror examining himself as he passed the towel over the wet places. Tommy's body was built yet lean with strong, muscular arms with the words 'Power and Loyalty', tatted on both arms. His chest was slightly buffed with a little dip that connected to his well-defined and toned abs. On the sides of his stomach tatted the words 'A real man isn't someone who kills people', 'But a real man is someone, who is respected by people'. After drying off himself, Tommy simply drops the towel on the floor before looking for a pair of sweats. Tommy then slides on a Calvin underwear that sits perfectly on his waist

“Do you always show up like that? On cue?” He smirked. “Only for girls who don’t give out their numbers.” The door creaked open again behind us, and this time it wasn’t some drunk dude with weak game—it was the rest of the band. Teddy straightened as they stepped out, nodding toward the tall guy with jet-black hair pulled back in a low bun. “That’s Thomas—drummer, chaos coordinator, walking tattoo gallery.” Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did.

Tommy pointed out. Axel sighed. He replied, "I'll think about it. I have your number if I decide to go." "Fine. Think about it well. I'm giving away free spirits, the premium kind," Tommy proudly said with a smile. He paused and realized something. Pointing with his thumb, he said, "You know, the team got together today, coincidentally. You should meet them." "Really? Everyone?" Axel asked. "Yeah - well, not everyone, but most of the guys are here," Tommy said. "Oh, and ah, Tiffany and Enzo are there."

"I know what you're thinking, and it's not some kind of danger you need to guard against. Right now, I'm your ally. So, rest assured, there is no need to worry about dealing with me." "I'm relieved to hear that," Axel replied, exhaling lightly. Now Axel understood just how dangerous Tom could be. Axel had to admit Tom's talent; in a short amount of time after the rumors erupted, Tom quickly tracked down the traces of the person who had posted the information on social media. Tom was actually a formidable hacker, something few knew about. Axel felt fortunate to have met Tom.

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.”

Christine was shocked, she could not help but scream out loud. Why didn't she remember being injured so badly? Although she was in an accident, that was something that she had stagged to save Martin and their daughter, how did she end up in this man's hands again? "You thought that you were too smart and you could just get away? Did you forget who taught you all those skills?" Tom asked, his tone filled with disdain and mockery. "What is going on? How come I have been sleeping for too long?" "Thanks to you, our new TP910 technology is now working."

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

Nonetheless, Tommy had done everything of his own volition because he didn't want the loan shark to harvest his organs. On his way back home, Tommy broke down when he saw his sex videos playing on the big LCD screen in front of the nightclub. The road was filled with crowds taking photos of the LCD screen, commenting on his moaning and flexibility. Although some of the videos were censored, everyone could tell Tommy had sex with a man. The worst part was he wasn't even gay.

He takes out his bow. Bill slaps his face and says. "Seriously T, not this again! You don't even have an arrow." Tommick waves his silver bow in the air, "I don't need one to take down a man who doesn't honour women." "T, you have an issue", Bill says as he takes out Gravemaker. "And a mental one at that." Tommick stomps his fist on the ground, "It seems you've forgotten my life's goal, to assemble the world's biggest harem. Anyone in my way of that will die!"

But he was upright and lucid. "What the hell are you doing here?" Knox demanded. "Saving your asses, apparently." Tommy moved closer to the rubble, studying it with surprising focus. "Before I was a prospect, I worked construction. Demolition specifically. I know how to read structural damage." "Why would you help us?" I asked. "After everything?" "Because Jacks played me. Said the cartel would protect me, give me power. Instead they left me to die the second things went wrong." Tommy looked at Jacks with pure hatred. "I might be a traitor, but I am not going to let that bastard win."