Tom Hanks Novels & Stories

"I usually prefer a good whiskey. Do you like Jameson?" "I'm Irish. What do you think?" They laugh and the next thing I know, he has the bartender pour three glasses of Jameson and then slides one over to me. "I'm Tommy and this here the funny-looking fellow is Joey." "Funny-looking?" Joey echoes, his tone playful. I reach for the glass. "Thanks. I'm Rylan." Tommy and Joey lift their glasses. "To new friends," Tommy says and they clink their glasses against mine.

Hanks heard the sound of a gunshot and Tiago's wail followed by a thud. TBC.

Laura steps beside him, “Hi, Tom. I’m Laura—Nadia’s favorite sibling.” I roll my eyes. “You’re my only sibling, Laura.” Dane laughs. “Nadia, meet Tom Hanks. He’s in town for a press conference and needs new outfits.” I give a small mock bow. “At your service, Tom. Whatever you need.” Tom chuckles and nods approvingly. He seems like a man of few words, with a stoic exterior. Works for me. Less chatting. Zero flirting. As we enter the house, I tug Laura aside. “Stop giving Tom gooey eyes. You’re getting married—to the love of your life—in a few weeks!” I hiss.