Tom Gets Sporty Novels & Stories

Tom is still in control. “No, for you to win, you must kill me. This is to the death Tom,” I say with a British accent to sound like Harry Potter. Tom attacks, still in human form, just with claws out. I avoid his claws but land a hard right in the center of his chest knocking the wind out of him, forcing him to his knees. Dad taught me this. It’s a kill move.

she asked him wearily. His grin melted into a smile; he had been pleased to hear her use his own nickname. “I saw your boy out there,” he said, nodding toward Todd, who was eyeing the stranger with large, wondering eyes. “He was really great in the physical drill and he was perfect with the hoops and darts.” Martha allowed a very tiny smile. “He’s very good at sports,” she informed him proudly. Denver nodded. “Is he on the basketball team?” he asked her.

“Let’s bet on it. You give—” “Nevermind,” I cut her off quickly. I knew she always won bets. “I’ll do it.” “You better,” she said, pointing a fry at me. “ I bet he’s leaving after school break...thai two weeks. I wanted to ask how she knew that, but I figured her latest boy toy was in school. Till then, babe ,get fucked. Thoroughly fucked.” I left McDonald’s feeling lighter than when I arrived. Still nervous. Still a bit

Tom gathers his clothes and gets dressed before he heads out the door. “See you tomorrow Veronica. I don’t think I am motivated yet.” Fuck...he does know how to use that part of his body.

Then I walked back to my apartment while pushing the heavy box through the threshold. “God… I have his smell on me,” I almost cried, because I knew I won’t be able to stop thinking about him for at least a while. “Tom… is it his real name? What was that “let’s say, you can call me Tom” about?” I wondered. I needed some reference for my book anyway and now I knew, what he looks like up closely, so I could start with writing down a basic description. “From today, I know he is agile and quite strong, he could know some martial arts too. He is also well built, I could feel a lot of muscles in those arms and chest…”

"Ha! Let me take you out to eat, is the crime of running around causing you to get injured while skipping meals, giving up drinking and taking medicine, and making people worry and now complain about hunger, is it worth fighting?" "I... you don't scold me." "Striking." Tomson sports great sports. If his juniors were here now, they would be scared to their feet. He has never said so much because of anyone, never for anyone to be gentle and gentle, and has never worried about anyone. "Brother." "What's wrong with you here?" "Can't you go today?" "Why?" "You're still working and I still feel bad about myself."