Tom Stoltman Novels & Stories

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

Dalton’s point of view: Shoving the man to the side, I seized him around the throat with the same wires attached to the machine to prevent him from saying any kind of invocations out loud. Wrapping the wires tightly around his throat, I squeezed hard enough to feel his windpipe give way under my fingers. I ignored the sparks travelling through the wires and burning my palms. I only hoped that this bastard would feel the torturous shocks more so than I was. He struggled, scrabbling weakly against my hand, the wires of the machine tangling as he flailed about. The rage that had been building in me exploded. I bared my teeth at the man, ready to kill him right there and then.

She blinked against the brightness, her eyes struggling after days in the dark. A group of men stood in a semi-circle. At the center was a tall, broad-shouldered man with weathered skin, gray-flecked hair tied back, and a wide grin that didn’t reach his sharp, calculating eyes. His coat was leather, his boots polished, and his presence commanded the attention of everyone around him. “So you’re the one everyone’s been whispering about,” he said, voice gravelly with a hint of amusement. Serena glared at him, straightening as much as her weakened body allowed.

I froze. A man stood by the edge of the trees, lighting a cigarette with steady hands. Smoke curled around him like a crown of shadows. He looked like sin in a suit, dark, dangerous, and maddeningly composed. His eyes didn’t flinch, didn’t waver. He didn’t even seem to care that I was on the verge of collapsing, yelling, or trying to escape. He was watching me like I was a mildly interesting movie he didn’t pay to see. He was watching like he was actually enjoying it!

he said trying to calm me down, "I knew you were the one, I wanted to kiss..." "stop!" I said stopping him from saying more words, every of his word sent electric waves across my entire body. He watched me trying to calm myself. "this is catastrophic!, you are Sophia's brother" he just shuddered and said "so?" "I'm sorry I have to go" I said as i got up to leave but he pulls me back. "Will you please just calm down" he said. just then his phone beeps and as he was about bringing it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me.

“She’s not the one?” I nodded affirmatively. "We will be leaving then," I informed him, and he nodded in acknowledgment. Just then, Rogers approached, his face clearly displaying surprise. "Alpha Hawthorne, departing already?" he inquired, and I responded with a nod, accompanied by a faint smile. "Yes, Unfortunately, I have pressing matters to attend to," I responded, and he acknowledged my words with a nod of understanding. Shifting my attention away from him, I noticed Sharma gazing at me with a sympathetic expression, standing next to her fiancé as he introduced her to his friends. Returning my focus to Rogers, I stated, "I'll make an appearance on another occasion, but for now, I must ta

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."