The Tommyknockers Novels & Stories

I've reported that too. [Howard: Someone swiped 12 grand from my account. I've filed a report as well.] The chat went dead silent. Then, one by one, they bailed on the chat. First, it was Cindy. Becky followed her. Jim was next. Nevaeh dropped out, too. The chat group fell into a buzz of conversation. [So that's the story...] [More than 200,000 dollars. That's no chump change...] [It's no wonder Jim's been throwing money around like it's nothing these past couple of years...]

He was wearing his grim reaper cloack and a formal attire underneath. Shane's ears burned bright red while staring at Mara's mismatched eyes. He secretly pinched himself. "Knock! Knock!" He said and Mara chuckled. "Who's there?" She said. She knows about this modern joke. Shane's face burned brighter. He didn't mean it as a joke. He flicked Mara's forehead and then leaned closer to her. "It's Death, on your doorstep," He said and then planted a kiss on her forehead. "It's Death, on your doorstep, who?" Mara asked.

​"Elara! Fear not! Assistance has arrived!" ​I looked up to see Tommy—known to most as the guy with the permanent runny nose—scrambling toward the ditch. Today, however, he looked different. ​He was wearing a leather jacket that was three sizes too big and a pair of dark sunglasses, despite the morning fog. He looked like he was auditioning for a low-budget action movie. ​"Tommy? What are you doing?" I asked. ​"Protecting you from the labor," he said, puffing out his chest.

she said confidently. “To save me. And you will die by his hand,” Bella said. Of course, this angered Tomy greatly. He stood up, ready to slap Bella, but suddenly there was a commotion. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! Someone knocked on the door violently. Tomy turned, his brow furrowing deeply, and he clicked his tongue. “Damn it!” He stepped to open the door, ready to scold, but his mouth clamped shut as his subordinate said, “BOSS! THEY’RE HERE! THE POLICE!”

“Dude can I at least put these donuts down? Jovie will kill me if I fuck this up.” “How is your girl?” “I think her arm will always tingle when it rains.” I admitted. “Still cracking jokes I see.” Tommy grunted. “Gotta laugh to keep from crying.” “You got the money?” “Look, about that...I’m so close, I swear! The necklace Jovie stole is in the process of getting sold right now!” “That’s too bad.” Tommy sighed, pulling his gun out. “Sorry, boss’s orders.” “Tommy please!” I begged.

"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."

His face was a mottled, suffocating purple, his fingers frantically clawing at my wrist, but my grip was an iron vice. "I... I don't know, Silas! I swear to God!" Tommy choked out, tears of absolute, paralyzing terror mixing with the blood pouring from his broken nose. "The cousins... Marco, Sandro, Enzo... they went dark after the Bronx! They didn't tell the street crews anything!" "Wrong answer," I whispered. I didn't hesitate. I didn't blink. I reached down with my free hand, grabbed his left arm, and snapped it at the elbow with a sickening, wet crack that echoed off the high ceiling.

KNOCKING ON THE DEVIL’S DOOR Ethan rubbed his stinging cheeks, wincing as the cold night air brushed against his exposed skin. He walked toward the edge of the porch, staring into the night as he pressed the phone to his ear. “Hey, Tom," he called as he turned to the fogged living room window. Jake was still on his stool, fixing the hallway bulb. “What's up?" “Well… a lot,” Tom's voice crackled through the speaker. “You heard the news yet?"

Tom grunted out furiously when the front door was banged shut right into his face. “This isn’t over.” He muttered with a dirty look, his eyes pinned on the closed door. He groaned in pain as he struggled to get back up on his feet. He was furious but he had to accept defeat, once again. He was injured. He knew that he got Ryder good but he ended up with some fiery punches thrown right into his face. He hated to admit that Ryder’s fierce punches and violent kicks were unexpectedly incredible. Tom limped as he made his way towards the big bush and stopped when he reached the man waiting for him.

It took every ounce of fortitude and strength I had to turn away from her and force my feet out the door. The door clicked shut behind me. Nostrils flaring, I sucked in the cool night air. On my left, Tommy stood ready and alert. Dressed in all black, almost every inch of his body was covered in a vast array of knives and guns. Given the added bulkiness of his stature, I had no doubt he was in full body armor beneath all of the weaponry.