Tom Gets Sporty Novels & Stories

Tom is a cute 8 years old kid with ash blond hair and dark blue eyes, he is the son of one of the Omegas in the pack. "Hi Tom," I said smiling at him while ruffling his hair. "Hi Alpha, can i have my ball back please" He said while giving me a cute toothy smile. "Sure, but first tell me that have you been behaving well at school, last time i checked you were disturbing your teacher a lot" i asked with a questioning look. "Yes Alpha, when you got into the accident i prayed to the moon goddess that if she makes you better then i will not disturb my teacher at school anymore" he said while giving me his cute smile.

And I'm right when I hear her voice “Well, if it isn’t the team’s little scientist,” Tom says, his tone lazy and full of mockery. He strolls toward me, helmet in one hand, his other stuffed in his pocket like he owns the place. His grin still has that same cruel edge I used to confuse for charm. I don’t bother looking up from my clipboard. “You should be getting ready for drills.” “Oh, I am.” His voice dips lower. “But I figured I’d stop by and check on you. Word is, you’ve been moving up in the world. From my wife to my team’s groupie. Quite the promotion, huh?”

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

She won’t leave and I’m about to have it rough. I managed to negotiate opening another branch of my company here. This is what brought me here and since I got the deal, I have one more mission to accomplish and it has to do with tomboy. I’m looking for her. I’m not giving up. Trey Jones doesn’t give up and my dad taught me better. I wipe myself and walk back into the room. I settle for black jeans, a white t-shirt and black boots. I take the phone and dial Eddie’s number.

“Oh, Tom, let me introduce you to Lance Hamilton. Lance, this is Tom Bostwick, Cali’s other half of the ‘Golden Duo’.” “I could hear that,” Lance said a bit sarcastic. “Great game, Tom. You have a great season in front of you.” “Hamilton? Are you Lance Hamilton, the man who runs ‘HL Sportswear’?” Tom asked. When Lance nodded, Tom just shook his hand. “Wow! Such a cool brand, man… Well, you two come inside. John should be done by now.”

Hope he’s okay. “Hey,” I stood up. “You my partner?” He nodded quickly. “I’m Thomas, call me Tom.” I looked him up and down—nothing but skin and bones. We’re doomed. No way we’re winning with this guy on my team. “Okay, Tom. There’s no way we’re winning, so just hold tight, okay?” I said while stretching lightly. He didn’t respond—definitely not the talkative type. I just hope he doesn’t snap in half once the activity starts. Well, at least the medicine will come in handy when he gets injured. A win-win situation, I guess.

Ever since their outing to the sports club, Thomas had become obsessed with throwing darts. After returning home, he even bought a full set of dart equipment for practice. In his spare time, he would often train, and his natural talent showed immediately. After just a day of practice, his throws were almost uncannily precise. Wendy, who enjoyed baseball, invited Thomas to join her, and he quickly proved to be skilled at that as well. It seemed that no matter the sport, he could pick it up with extraordinary speed. Wendy couldn't help but praise his athletic talent.

I asked but there was no one around me to answer me so I had to continue watching to find out my answer. "Sweet mother of monkey milk, it is Bryan!" I blurted out. (Their conversation) "Hello Bryan, you have been working hard since morning have a drink," Tomo said. He took the drink, and after drinking he felt refreshed and asked, "what was that?" "It was so herbs, was it to your liking?" Tomo asked. "It was good, thank you," he said. "It is getting quite cold, want to go home," Tomo suggested. "I have to train in the cold so I can pass endurance tests better," Bryan said.

He put the chocolate in the basket and headed to the cosmetic department to get some creams and products he needed. “It looks like you're travelling somewhere,” a voice surprised him from behind. He turned around to find Nate smirking. “Hey.” “Hey?” Tom furrowed. “So, are you going on a trip?” Nate asked, looking at his basket. “Yeah,” Tom replied coldly. “Where?” “Hong-Kong,” Tom said proudly, looking straight at his eyes. “Oh.” Nate rubbed his chin and remembered that Emmett was there. “You're going to meet—”

As Julie spoke more on what the event was all about, Tom only shook his head with the guys releasing a mock laugh. “What the hell is that? What’s our business with a slam competition.” Said Dessy, one of the huge guys who also played for both the football and basketball team. Handing one of the fliers to Tom, she continued. “All the details are contained here. Hope to see you there.” Tom ignored and walked away, except for Sean who collected the flier from Julie’s stretched arm. “I’m Sean. What’s your name?” “I’m Julie.” “Okay sorry about the negative reaction. I think we’re a bit tired after the long sessions of vigorous training. Tom is a cool guy. I just think he’s under stress. Wrong tim