Tom Ship Novels & Stories

Bring it on! Tom!

He takes out his bow. Bill slaps his face and says. "Seriously T, not this again! You don't even have an arrow." Tommick waves his silver bow in the air, "I don't need one to take down a man who doesn't honour women." "T, you have an issue", Bill says as he takes out Gravemaker. "And a mental one at that." Tommick stomps his fist on the ground, "It seems you've forgotten my life's goal, to assemble the world's biggest harem. Anyone in my way of that will die!"

To let off steam, he’s been tempted to explore his long-repressed sexuality with his son’s twenty-year-old friend. Tom, a twenty-eight-year-old firefighter from Texas, is desperate to get away from his dad’s prejudice about his sexuality, and an unstable relationship that just recently ended. He takes a temporary position in Mesa where he sets eyes on the most gorgeous male specimen he’s ever seen in the form of the fire chief, Eric Anderson. At first convinced that the chief is straight, he accidentally catches him one night with a young guy, and is now determined to let the chief know he’s interested.

Okay," Tom replied, nodding. He had chiseled facial features that looked especially handsome thanks to his parentage, and he looked like a prince from a castle. Renee smiled politely as they chatted cordially, while Mark could barely hide a smile as he watched. He then said, "Since you took Tom sightseeing back in Harborview City, he can take you around the country now that you're in Cromenia." Renee didn't answer and instead kept her eyes on Tom, who smiled politely and asked, "If you don't mind, Ms. Whitley?" She thought she would never get used to hearing him speaking Hyperion in his accent.

Tom was only---Records. Tom recalled it perfectly because of his bloodline as Records yet he knew he didn't need his bloodline to help him remember the moment he'd been told he was born flawed. Turning on the screen in the berth, Tom waited until the options became available to select Science. John had been assigned the berth he was sharing with him which prioritized his hails. (It was rare to make Security wait when they hailed.) Tom focused on fixing his face into an appropriate expression while waiting for a response.

Zacheus ground his teeth and asked, “Then, what does he want before he will be willing to let Tom go?” Carmen hesitated for a moment before she said awkwardly, “Charlie said that he would let Tom work as a seaman on his ship for three years. Tom will not be allowed to leave the ship at all during these three years, let alone set foot on ground. He will only be able to regain his freedom after three years.”

Homecoming! The ship set sail and Tomo was standing on th deck with her Captain dress. "You look stunning," I complemented her. "Thank you my Queen, isn't it a beautiful day at sea," she was enjoying the view. "Yes, but if we go only on this speed we would need a year to get to Kingslanding," I said. "Do what you must then," Tomo said. I looked at the water and my eyes turned white and the ships began moving incredibly fast.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

His eyes were a bright pink and shinned around on us as he gave Dmitri's hand a squeeze as he noticed me. "Enemy," Toma hissed. "There's a new person." He halted in his steps quickly. "We're going upstairs." Dmitri looked at him in amusement then pulled him a little closer by his hands. "Don't worry. You'll be fine," Dmitri purred to him. "We're going to meet this new person though." "Only if I get fish later," Toma said. Dmitri laughed. "I'll feed you sushi," he promised him then kissed the top of his head. "That's my sweet boy. You're growing up to be nicer than you used to be, little hellion."

He put the chocolate in the basket and headed to the cosmetic department to get some creams and products he needed. “It looks like you're travelling somewhere,” a voice surprised him from behind. He turned around to find Nate smirking. “Hey.” “Hey?” Tom furrowed. “So, are you going on a trip?” Nate asked, looking at his basket. “Yeah,” Tom replied coldly. “Where?” “Hong-Kong,” Tom said proudly, looking straight at his eyes. “Oh.” Nate rubbed his chin and remembered that Emmett was there. “You're going to meet—”