Novel & Cerita Tom Tate

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.

Suddenly I see Tate’s car pull in behind us, blocking Drakes in. Drake looks up and smiles at him as Tate hops down. My eyes trailed over him. He only had a tank top on and camouflage pants. He also had tribal tattoos running up his arms and I could just see them across his chest where his tank top exposed his skin. He looked vastly different from when I last saw him, how both of them changed so much over a couple of years astounded me. Tate wastes no time rushing over, a huge grin on his face like all his Christmases came at once.

You are making me nervous here. ‘About some stuff. Eight o’clock sharp.’ —————————- Tate was the one who waited for me in the cottage. My sad heart warmed upon seeing the smile on his face. Without being asked to, he pulled one chair and waited for me to settle down before he went back to his seat. He looked dashing in his simple black v-neck t-shirt. Plus he smelled so good. ‘Well?’ The beta sipped his wine while I was content to stare at him. Savoring this last moment together

I can't help but stare in awe, he always amazes me with his tricks, while Santino keeps his hidden. My eyes wander for a moment as I stare at the tattoos gracing his huge hand. He is made of muscle, much like his twin, Santino. He leans back in the leather seat and throws his head back, a cigar on his plump lips. The tattoos on his neck have my attention too. I can’t quite make up the shape yet, as I can’t only see bits of it. He is a fine specimen, one I wouldn’t mind having a one-night stand with.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

“The same reason as yours, Tessa, but mine is more work.” Silence hovered between them. Tommy was scanning the multitude of people and Tessa was edging forward, following the throng. Tommy almost forgot his manners in failing to introduce JC who was beside him. He recovered his senses then said, “Tessa let me introduce you to Mr. John Carlos Martin, our man from New York.” “Glad to meet you,” JC took the initiative by offering his hand to Tessa “Glad to meet you, too, Mr. Martin,” she took his hand and returned a faint smile.

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

She wrote it down, took the two menus and left and I turned my attention back to the man sitting across from me with the facial tattoos and the constant cocky expressions. "Tom was the ideal son, I would say that. From a young age, he was exactly like my father. He and Piper were just like my father. My father was a more hardened man, a very hard and disciplined man. He was what we call a pack warrior- these are the wolves in charge of keeping us safe and if there's any danger they protect us. So he took his position very seriously. He was 6'6 and he had this buzz cut, and thick moustache that I always adored and I would promise myself that I would grow one as soon as I could. He loved footb

Bring it on! Tom!

He pushed is large round glasses up his nose as he waited for a response. “Yes,” came the ever-familiar chorus from the audience. Jessica turned to Cara, smiling widely again like a Cheshire cat. Cara returned the smile, pulling a ‘kill me now’ face back. “Excuse me. Can I sit here?” Cara turned around to see a tattooed man pointing down at the seat next to her. The man had a black buttoned shirt on and matching trousers, his sleeves rolled up halfway partially revealing his inked forearms. She looked him up and down, noticing the detailed tattoos etched all over his skin, she tried squinting to get a better look but the man caught her gaze.