Tom Stoltman Novels & Stories

Not to mention he was about ten years older than Noah. When she finally caught her breath, she looked at him and found him smiling too, a small, private smile that reached his eyes first, crinkling the corners in a way that made them soften and warm. It transformed his whole face. She felt that smile somewhere low in her stomach. “What position do you play?” she asked. The bartender placed two perfect strawberry daiquiris in front of them. The man slid one toward her. “Ashton Graves. Stormriders. Defenseman.”

This was what was going to make the difference, and that was something that I knew my mate understood after losing his beta. “It feels good to be back.” I said, looking out the window as the door opened. We walked out of the plane, and I smiled when I saw that my brother seemed to look a lot more confident that he was back. He was calmer than he was when in Rome, and I knew that one of the reasons was also knowing the fact that he wouldn’t be encountering his mate anywhere close. As foolish as it may sound, he knew that she wouldn’t be dumb to leave the safe grounds so soon, and who knew, I believed that he was going to find himself his mate and woman eventually. It didn’t matter whether or

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Kaya POV The next morning, the stadium hums like a living creature, stadium lights buzzing, turf freshly painted, and banners already hung with Tom’s name in bold letters. Captain Thomas.. America’s golden boy. My ex-husband. I pull on the cuff of my T-shirt, heat prickling at the back of my neck, not from my nerves. Not exactly. Today is the day Tom 2.0 joins the team, aka, Flynn Fletcher, and he is here to cause chaos

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Zack proceeded to open Weibo and show Stanley the story about Tom Sullivan, Emily Quest, and Xyla Quest’s past. After attentively going through the story, Stanley’s cold gaze landed upon Tom’s picture. In the picture, Tom was playing golf. “Is this the guy?” Stanley asked. “Yes, that’s him.” “Why is he so ugly?” Stanley appeared disgusted. “He isn’t that ugly. Tom Sullivan is considered a famous and handsome man in Atlantis. He looks rather dashing, much like a gentleman.” “Your eyesight is getting poor. I suggest you donate your eyes.” ‘Erm…’

all my friends and family. I have never been more proud to be surrounded by such an amazing group of people. My heart swelled at the sight. All eyes went to the front door as I heard the handle click. I spun around and saw the most beautiful I have ever seen in my life. Dalton. He was standing there with a bright smile spread across his tan face, his eyes gleaming with love and lust. That’ll be taken care of later. I smiled to myself. He had on a white cotton T-shirt, a holy pair of jeans, and some beat up work boots. He was a sight that set my soul on fire. I rushed up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him close. His scent of pine and fresh spring water filtered through

Denver slaps me on the back almost knocking me flat on my face. “Yo, Liam.” Shouts out Stetson, we call him that because he’s from Texas. Another big burly guy, blonde-white hair that is all natural and eyes like ice-man from Top Gun. Now he’s one mean player who gets a lot of girls wrapped around him. Stetson is definitely not settling down anytime soon.

She knew that if she did, her eyes will definitely give it away, as she was a sucker when it comes to lying. Her manager is a stout man, around his early forties. He was wearing a red polo shirt and oversized black slacks that reach the floor. His near balding head was covered by a red baseball hat that says 'Yay, Friday'. Looking at his employee, he raised his eyebrows again and crossed his arms. After a long pause, he said, "Hmm. I see. Be careful next time. Now go to your station. We've got a lot of books to publish now."

" Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers " " Wow. That's a huge money " a lady mutters in the colly room. " The surgeon he had called upon goes by the man Doc Shetty. He is known for performing the most successful face switched and voices. He won an awards last year for being the best on Earth. His demands however is... On the high path " Maximo let out a sigh at this. Now the puzzle has fallen into place for hi