Tom Gets Sporty Novels & Stories

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?”

Bring it on! Tom!

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

Once they returned, Tommy was running around happily in the courtyard, since he really preferred it here—it was so huge, and he had plenty of places to play. He also had Eagle teach him how to shoot, since he had seen Eagle hit a leaf with a pebble before and was really impressed—maybe even worshipful. "Interested?" Eagle asked, leveling his black eyes on him—things had certainly been cordial between them after they pranked Zachary together. Tommy nodded. Eagle said, "We'll need to get some training gear." "Why not just a pebble?" Tommy asked, rearing his little head. "No—you're too young." Eagle patted his little head.

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.

Tom comes back with shorts on, in his human form, and throws some to my dad and Uncle Sam. “Come on Sam. You can talk to Ren... or... her wolf I guess... when you shift.” Uncle Tom says and leans against a nearby tree. They both turn and go behind a tree. Great... human form... where he can punch me. Perfect. This is a very long day!

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.

It seemed like she remembered him. The kind man smiled. These two were so buddy-buddy already and its cuteness couldn't be described with words. Blame him for being so soft with these animals. Usha, satisfied with the nuzzle and cuddle, climbed into the driver's seat. "Oh, you want to work with us?" Tom-Tom said. "Yes, I do! I do! I would love to spend more time with Lady Bunny! I want to play more with her!" "Come on, let's go to the market to pick up some deliveries," Tom Tom said. He then also climbed inti the driver seat and Usha was sitting next to him.

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.