The Tommyknockers Novels & Stories

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He didn’t say anything. “I’m sure they have a thirty-day return policy if there’s a problem with the tape,” I said, putting off the inevitable. I could smell it like a storm coming. This punk was checking out my girl. I felt like some asshole in West Side Story about to break into song about staying off my turf. “It’s not that. The merchandise was fine, but it’s what’s behind the counter I want a closer look at,” he said. “The candy rack. That’s what they keep behind the counter. And assorted sizes of washers, all in one cardboard box you can dig through if you want an odd-size one,” I said stubbornly literal, trying not to demand what the hell was wrong with him.

"How could a broke loser like you afford to maintain me? You even thought that I liked you? What a joke! I can't believe you even proposed to me! Don't you know who you are?" Warren laughed scornfully. "Do you get it now, you pathetic loser?" Tommy was furious. He clenched his fists and yelled angrily, "Damn you all!" There was a dull thump as Tommy punched Warren in the face. Blood began pouring out of Warren's nose at once! "Damn you! How dare you touch me? I'll kill you!" Warren roared, clutching his bleeding nose. Trina chided. "Tommy, are you crazy? That's Warren Solby!"

She wondered what would have happened if the sudden knock didn't interrupt their moment, she wondered how it would feel to be kissed by Tommy and what her response would be. The knocking continued causing Tommy to sigh in frustration before tending to the person at the door. Jasmine stood behind Tommy as she was curious about who was knocking on her bedroom door and why. Tommy opened the door revealing one of his men, "What is it?" Tommy asked in an annoyed tone as Jasmine cracked a small smile at his sudden attitude, "Boss, there's a problem," he said as Tommy's eyes darkened.

I say calmly as I dodge his slow and badly timed punches. As one of his punches exposes the soft flesh of his stomach, I land the final blow as he doubles over long enough for me to run away before he can recover, he's not worth I think to myself as I walk away. I turn into the changing rooms rooms, not looking where I'm going I walk straight into the men's. That when I see it. Tommy is pressed up against one of the bathroom stalls by none other than Knight. They are full blown making out. I would not of guessed knight as Tommy's other interest, I'm truly shocked.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

"Hey, Stanley, bring some of the guys to Ashfall Road. Don't ask questions. Bring as many people as possible." Stanley was a loyal friend. Without a word, he immediately brought hundreds of delivery drivers to surround the street. Seeing the size of the crowd, Zach tried to drive away, but dozens of drivers on electric scooters had already sealed off the intersection and blocked his way. Stanley walked up to me and said, "Connor, I had a great time the other day. This one's on me; I'll make sure you walk away with your head held high." I nodded at him with a smile.

"A gift. Just for you." Meanwhile, I could see everything clearly—Jamie was wrapping detonator wires around his body. She was going to blow him up. Then she pressed something heavy into his hands. It was the bomb. "Ready? It's time to unwrap your present." Lucas nodded whole-heartedly, and Jamie tore the necktie off of his face. His delighted expression melted into one of horror as his eyes landed on the device, all color draining from his face in an instant. "What is this, honey? Is this a joke? Stop it! It really isn't funny!"

Joel stood by its closed door and knocked. “Come in!” Michael’s cheerful voice rang from inside. Joel opened the door and held it for me to enter. “Go inside,” he instructed. “I will be waiting for you here.” Clenching my hand, I nodded. I kinda felt relieved that Joel would be outside waiting for me. When I walked into the Gameroom, everything I saw was far from what I was expecting. Michael stood with a group of men, holding daggers and laughing along with the men. They were all wearing refined suits and looked highly polished in their suits. It was obvious that the group of men he was with were very wealthy and powerful. They were standing before a straight rectangle board where a young n

he said, his tone teasing but his eyes warm. We were just finishing up, my hair still damp and the joggers hanging comically on me, when there was a sudden knock at the door. Before either of us could respond, the door flew open, and before I could even react, Tommy burst in, his little feet stomping across the floor. "Tommy!" I exclaimed, surprised to see him there. He must have just woken up. Tommy didn’t waste any time. He marched right up to Richard, who was adjusting his towel, and with all the determination of a child, he gave Richard’s leg a swift punch.