Tom Hardy Novels & Stories

she replied coldly. The guy chuckled, glancing at Victor as if expecting him to join in on the joke. But Victor’s expression got hardened, his gaze was fixed on him with a warning. “Careful, Tom,” he said, his voice was calm. “You’re walking on thin ice.” Tom raised his hands in a joke, but there was a light grin on his face. “Just making conversation,” he said. “No need to be so protective.”

He felt he had said enough of Janeth's ugliness, even though the second video, which was clearer, was not his filming. Lynn touched Lea's arm. "Mom, I have expressed my attitude towards Ms. Jade. How about you and dad?" he asked. Garry snorted harshly. "Of course I also reject you having any kind of relationship with such a rude and disrespectful woman, Lynn. You are my son and I will not allow anyone to belittle you." Thomas was very agitated and racked his brains to neutralize the situation. The Hardy family is included in the list of the ten richest and most influential families in Metronine. Feuding with the Hardys was like digging his own grave.

Valerian had never been a man easily unsettled. His world had always been shaped by discipline, control, and a sense of calculated detachment. He could endure silence for days and had built emotional fortresses high enough to keep even his own grief from leaking out. But ever since Nivera had entered his life, those walls had begun to fracture in places he never anticipated.

On a sunny hot afternoon, I am too tired and going back home from school until I walk up to me hardy banging Mandy ass, on a couch in the sitting room "oh I am sorry, I said before running out from the mansion Mandy was our school classmates, also known as the school bitch and bully. Hardy POV_______________ I keep tossing and unable to sleep again when her loud moaning keeps me awake I can hear all her moans, the way she moans and keep shouting my name makes me want to fuck her for real, it's making me feel horny I never want a girl so badly like I want her, I want to fuck her pussy, make her beg me to let her cum and scream as I use my 12 monster inches fat throbbing cock to thrust her pus

Especially with the way Trinity had been so focused on her after their conversation yesterday. She recognized who Trinity waved at as ‘Cambridge Super Nerd’ Hardin McDonald. He was well known for his smartness, although he was called a nerd he looked nothing like one. He looked taller up close, looking really good in a blue shirt folded up his sleeves and well ironed tailored trousers, with a matching black sneaker. Hardin smiled at Trinity. Holy cow, he was coming this way and for some reason looking at her. She rubbed her arm anxiously pinching her skin to see if this was some crazy dream, but nope she’s awake.

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

The guy managed to say. Hardin raises the digger up and turns it in swiftly,the guy's head rolls off his neck,the blood splashing on both of their faces. T.B.C

"Hardin chose you for reasons I do not know, however, I have known that man all his life and I can say that he has never shown another, a fraction of the affection he shows you." "There are enough people to defend him, I don't wish to hear it from you." I retort, exhaling my stress lightly into the breeze. "Is that what you truly believe, that he is admired by all?" Elder Luka quizzes. Naturally, it is, and I nod. He's Alpha Hardin, known for being short handed, quick tempered and a mass murderer. Rules with an iron claw, whilst ensuring his pack still have honour and respect. How can someone not admire that?

He’d tear down trees, howl until his throat bled, and probably scare the hell out of everyone in a five-mile radius. The sharp scent of pine and leather cuts through the air, and I glance up just as Ryder strides into the gym. His face practically glows with that ridiculous grin he’s been sporting ever since Zoe accepted him. A smile—a real one—quirks his lips, and it still throws me off. The Ryder I know used to look like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now, he’s ten times happier, lighter, annoyingly so. “Still getting used to that smile of yours,” I mutter, setting the bar back with a clang.

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.