Tom Tate Novels & Stories

I say and he shakes his head. “Is your purpose in life to make my life a living hell? Take the girl home, Ashford, this is not a place for a child,” he says and as I am about to open my mouth and tell him to fuck right off Tatum approaches us and smiles at Marta. “Hi Marta, my name is Tatum. I heard you’re a hockey player?” She says and Marta relaxes a little next to me as she looks at Tatum that was standing in front of us next to the coach. His face is so red it looks like a tomato.

Tom looked like he wanted to sink into the cement. “I volunteered for the scouts during the spring and summer this past year. That’s how we met. I brought the boys out to the baseball diamond here at the school so they could play and earn their sports badge. I’m also the JV coach for Broadwater High. So, I know what I’m talking about when I say your son has a couple of bad ass arms. He hit five home runs during the time I volunteered.” Mr. Talbot revealed. Ava’s and Ray’s eyes widened and then they slowly looked at Tom, whose shoulders were dipped downward. Still trying to sink into the cement like he was embarrassed.

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…’

A guy slid onto the bench beside me, his tone a bit too cheerful for the miserable weather outside. I just nodded once, keeping my eyes fixed on the fire. "Good! It’s nice to meet you," he said, extending a broad, calloused hand toward me. "I'm Tate." I looked down at his outstretched hand, my lips curling into a scowl that was thankfully hidden completely by my dark mask. I was in a thoroughly sour mood from the events of the evening, and the last thing I wanted to do was exchange pleasantries with a stranger.

Austin revealed, his voice tinged with suspicion. “He lied,” I stated, a frown forming on my face. “But why would he?” “Well, you see, our dear Tom Tom wasn’t just in Greenfield for a meeting; rather, he was there to see a certain someone,” Austin explained eagerly, his voice tinged with excitement. He lifted his phone, displaying an image of Tom alongside a mysterious man. “He was here to see Dr. Tunde, who happens to be a witch,” Austin exclaimed, as he leaned in closer, emphasizing each word for dramatic effect.

I hear Tatum say. "Yes it is." I say as I continue looking up at the sky. " I wasn't talking about the moon." I hear Tatum whisper in my ear. I instantly feel my heart start to race. I look down and quickly move to the side and turn around. I look at Tatum suddenly realizing he's shirtless. The tattoo that always peeks out above his suit collar spans down his neck to his shoulder, chest, and side. Its beautiful tribal design holds many details as the lines cross over in every direction. I suddenly realize I'm staring and feel my cheeks flush.

“Not sure it would matter. Brett still hates him. Not as much, but it’s there. Still feeling protective, huh?” “Very.” “Black jack.” “Oh!” Tatum leaned forward faster than I expected. “Punch Cade.”

Tate says sulkily, looking at Maeve and Meadow. “Actually, I do,” Maeve says, just as I’m about to suggest that he come help me with….something. I don’t know what I was going to suggest, but I can already tell that Tate needs a male role model in his life. He lost his parents at 10 and he’s been living with two older sisters that have been barely salvaging their little family. He’s going through puberty and probably too embarrassed to talk to Maeve about anything to do with the changes in his body. I’ll have to ask Maeve what he likes to do. If I’m going to be mated to his sister, that makes him my brother and I want us to have a good relationship.