Tom Hanks Novels & Stories

Here we go, I thought. We approached the men standing in front of the cars. There were five men and then I saw him. Joseph moved forward and had a huge smile on his face. “Well, well I see that you don’t disappoint Mr. Scott. Now hand her over.” I stared at Mike then started to walk forward, but he stopped me.

He is so tall and wide from his big muscles that he almost didn't fit in my door frame. "Hey, buddy." Tim said in his deep sultry voice. It immediately caused chills to run down my spine. I tried not to blush but it's almost useless to try. Tim is the most popular man on our team. He's tall, muscular, and has a smile that would make you agree to anything! He is also the employee of the month for the past six months. I have yet to confirm if he likes men because he never dates anyone from our firm. He is also a very private man.

I tried not to explode again. I stood there waiting while casting hateful glances at the receptionist. How much longer were they going to make me wait? A gray-haired man who must have been over fifty appeared after a few minutes, wearing a white coat and holding some papers. "Hello! You are Miss Collins' boyfriend?" He offered his hand, which I shook. "Yes. Nathan Ryan." "I'm Thomas, the doctor, taking care of her." "How is she? I need to see her now." "She's fine now." He cleared his throat. "But I'm sorry to inform you that, unfortunately, Miss Collins had a miscarriage."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

She just simply took her to the cashier. I had just pulled the last shopping bag onto the bed when the knock came, short, almost lazy. But the door was already open, and when I turned, he was standing there. Nolan. I raised an amused eyebrow as I turned to look at him. He smirked at me. He leaned against the frame like he owned the entire world and didn’t care who knew it. And for a second, everything just seemed normal, out of order, out of everything that would have been considered wrong in a world like ours.

All of this is a whole different kind of strange to me, but I am so focused on trying to get Gabe to come back to reality that I don't really think much about it. "Sir, shouldn't we be taking him to a hospital?" I ask the man who is currently testing the limits of exactly what my car can do. I am still forcing my concoction down Gabe's throat and the man looks at me in the rear view mirror. "Trust me sweet heart. Where we are taking him is the best place for him." his worried eyes seem to be pleading with me to not ask any more questions. "I'm Hannah, by the way." I tell him. It's a heck of a time for introductions, but why not. "Joe" he replies with a nod in my direction.

a snide comment interrupted. Eyes went to see the owner of that voice, and it turned out to be Mr. Samuel Hanks, the famous actor, who already worked in blockbuster movies. He plays the main role in the movie they are currently shooting. Samuel walked over to Victoria and intentionally bumped into Gray's shoulder while ignoring him. "Hey, Samuel. Do you even know who..." the director was going to ask Samuel, but Gray interrupted by raising his hand, signaling him not to bother with introductions. Gray simply stared at the conceited famous actor.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

Everything was out in the world for all to see! "Call her.... Call her back right now?" Hanks bellowed, his voice cracking. All the assistants left, leaving Hank all alone in the big house. Hanks seemed to have aged an additional ten years as he slumped on the couch. "Could I have been right at that time?" Hanks closed his eyes as he allowed himself to sink into the past. (January 1995) It was the beautiful start of a new year and the start of third year of senior high for Hanks.

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.