Tink And Terrence Novels & Stories

"Uhh what is this for Terry ?" "Well for sleeping on planes and taking naps in my trailer during long days". He says, then I hold up the handcuffs and he chuckles. "That ... well I can't make up a good excuse for that". I throw him a pair of boxers, winking at him. "Well well well, so the perfect gentleman Terry Hanson is really a kinky bastard". "What can I say ? There are a lot of things my fans don't know about me". He says winking at me as he pulls on the boxers.

However, when he noticed my unwavering confidence, his brow furrowed slightly, and a hint of irritation flashed in his eyes. Later, when no one was around, Terrence cornered me at the bathroom entrance and whispered, "If you can control your fantasies, I'll treat you like I used to, like a younger sister. I'll even spend time with you sometimes." I looked him in the eye and replied seriously, "I have a boyfriend now. I'm not going to cling to you anymore." Terrence scoffed and grabbed my wrist. "Then tell me. Why does your bracelet have the letter 'T' engraved on it? Isn't that my initial?"

Paul said as he passed us by holding a tray with a juice and foods on it, I think it’s for Bryan and Leechelle. “He keeps complaining but he's still doing it for him.” I said and laughed. “I should invite Terrence and River with us next time. “Baby…” Chaos called me that made me look up at him. “Do you want to see a world war? You know that Terrence and Paul are not on good terms, right? Remember what happens when they meet a t the coffee shop? They nearly make each other shower coffee.” He said that made me laugh even more. “They look good together tho,” I commented.

I dismissed them, grateful for their cooperation and lack of judgment. I headed to my office, the weight of the day settling heavily on my shoulders. As I sat down, I prepared to send Zac the footage of his sister's death, just in case he tried to use her death as leverage to blackmail me. As soon as I pressed send, there was a knock on the door, and Derrick and Andrew entered together. They exchanged a glance before Derrick spoke. "Alpha, we need to talk." I nodded, gesturing for them to take a seat. "I figured as much. What’s on your minds?”

Apart from Kael, Terrence is one of the most sought out businessmen. We spent the whole night texting each other. Talking to him made me feel better about my situation. It was almost midnight when we decided to stop and say goodnight. Terrence is the first friend I’ve had in years. I hope I don’t mess this up. When I went to bed, my stomach started to hurt. Maybe it’s because I didn’t eat any dinner. I slept through the pain.

Aria turned toward the voice. The speaker was none other than Terrence, the third-place finisher from the poster. He was good-looking enough but clearly incapable of saying anything decent. Every word Terrence spoke dripped with disdain for Rafael. What others did not know was that Terrence had once worked for Rafael's company, collecting paychecks while secretly participating in fixed races behind the club's back. Rafael, who couldn't tolerate such dishonesty, had fired him without making the reason public.

I say as I bend down and pat him as well. " You two did such a great job that you both earned a treat!" Terry says as he claps his hands together. Both Towcs and Bug start jumping around and happily talking to each other in fake sheep language. Terry picks up Bug and I place Towcs on my shoulder as we make our way back to Amber's shop. " * Laughs* Looks like your lucky charm wasn't a crying Kaen but two fake sheeps with the IQ of a rat and a memory of a goldfish for important information. " I laughed.

When he saw me, Jared let out a relieved sigh. “It’s good that you’re here, Kendra! Terrence had too much to drink. You should take him home.” Terrence’s face was red, and he leaned lazily against the young woman. His silence seemed to be his consent for me to take him home. I raised an eyebrow and rejected the offer. “Didn’t Terrence tell you? We broke up.” Terrence had always had a strange habit. He liked excitement but also thrived on ambiguity. Every time he went out with his friends, he would get very drunk.

Calvin said, patting Terry back with a smug grin. "Don't worry. I've already pulled some strings for you. No matter how you perform, you're getting in as one of Mr. Thornton's inner disciples. You're set for life, kid!" Terry looked to be in his early 20s, full of arrogant energy. His hair was dyed a loud cherry red, he had a nose ring, and his whole vibe screamed street punk. He snapped, "I've told you like 50 times already. Stop patting my head in public! Why the hell can't you get it through your thick skull? Hands off. It's my time to shine!"

“Yes! Recognition. Both of you must know and understand each other.” “Yup, that is right,” Terry suddenly interrupts in their conversation while driving the skiff boat. When the three heard Terry abruptly answered her advice, they laugh with one another. But when Terry noticed that Ally and Jan Lee were silent, he decided to stop talking at them. For he felt awkward, but his sister Tessa keeps urging him to do so. To let them spoke to each other. “Never mind, hahaha!” Terry jokes with them. After hearing the remarks from Terry, Ally felt intimidated, so she speaks and respond to his statement.