Tom Clancy Novels & Stories

One of the men asked, Spade just faced him, putting all his attention on the man, he was at least 30 years old, he had a very unfriendly face, with tattoos that ran from his neck down to the rest of his body, his name was Nico. "Does it mean we're going to war with the Americans"? Another asked making Spade to shift his attention from Nico to him. Spade didn't know this one's name but he would recognize him anywhere, he was dark, he had this ruggedy hood boy look, he had a durag on his head. Most of them weren't even Italian, some were more Americans than Italians but they proved themselves countless times to him, they proved they could be trusted, and some had even gone as far as proving th

Joel closed his eyes and wished, Rodrigo had listened to him back then. "Back to my work. As you all know me, I am attorney Tom Clancy. My client asked me to give you this parcel if she doesn't come for it after three months. Yesterday it has been three months since she gave the parcel to me and it is only ideal that I bring it to you,"Tom said beckoning to his assistant. The fellow unzipped the suitcase in his hand and brought out a brown envelope properly sealed and handed it over to Tom Clancy. The older man looked at the seal and the handwriting and asked his assistant to give it to Rodrigo. He did and the latter collected i

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

I scrolled through my contacts and dialed his number. Clayton had been my private investigator for years, a former CIA operative with deep-rooted connections in intelligence and law enforcement. He was the kind of man who could dig up a person’s deepest secrets, leaving no stone unturned. If there was something to be found, he’d find it. The line rang twice before a gruff yet familiar voice answered. "Storm." "Clayton," I said, gripping the phone tighter. "I have a job for you." He let out a small chuckle. "When do you not? What’s the assignment?"

His hair was combed neatly. Ciro was dressed in similar clothes to Johnny, except he had a white turtleneck shirt with black denim and a black jacket with white Vans. "Thank you." "Come on, Father is here waiting in the dining room," Clarissa said, walking over to the room. I watched as a man in a black tuxedo walked towards us, his black hair falling over his face. Honestly, he still looked handsome for his age, which would be around his early seventies; instead of being fat, he was well-built.

"The place on the hill?" "Yes." "Who's this, Tom is this you-you asshole? I don't have time to play games...." "Hey, I don't know who the fuck Tom is, but I'm sitting outside the gate. I wanna see this place today." "Oh-oh sorry sir, so sorry. I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes. What's your name?" "Kyle Clancy." 'Clancy, you any relation to old man Clancy?" "I guess." He hung up the phone before the man could ask him his life story.

He confronted Vlad and the latter chuckled. "Are you going to help or not?" Lady Sif emphasized her question. Clancy looked at them, he could sense from them uncertainty. He knew they were hiding something but that doesn't concern him, he only cares about finding who murdered his mother. After that, he's done with his chase. "Fine!" He responded with a simple nod "can I have a name?" He asked. In Lady Sif's right opened palm, a picture materialized and she handed it over to Clancy of which he received with less tranquility.

His hands clawed at me, but I bared my teeth, daring him to continue. With a final blow, I knocked him out. I stood up and fought with the others, all the while my eyes kept drifting towards where Clinton was. Falcon was high on alert, wanting to make sure that her mate was alright. Minutes later, all the rogues were dead except one. I was wounded, but it was nothing I wouldn’t heal from soon enough. I’d always been a fast healer. I watched as Clinton transformed, his face a battlefield of rage. A shiver ran through my spine as my eyes trailed down his body, stopping on his huge dick. It didn't help that Falcon chose that moment to send lewd images of me and Clinton.