Tom Tate Novels & Stories

My heart raced against my ribcage at the familiar scent, and I couldn’t help but let out a low growl as I saw Matteo, one of my father’s friends, standing beside a crate. “A special present from your father.” He said, opening the crate. I frowned at the sight of the tomb, it was one that reminded me of my mother’s. It was the same one that she was buried in years ago. “A designed one, specifically for you. Alpha Lorenzo believed that you would appreciate the gift…”

TAOS IS one of those small towns where you always know someone anywhere you go. The diner is no different. I know Rebecca, our server, from yoga and authentic movement classes. Her eyes widen when she sees me come in with Tom. Well, nearly everyone has to look at him when we come in. He is pretty attention-grabbing. The huge, truck-like frame, the leather jacket. The silver beard and rugged good looks. He’s beautiful, and they know he must be new in town because they would’ve remembered seeing him before.

"After Maria Tate's death, he didn't hold a proper mourning ceremony. Instead, he spent a fortune to hire a gypsy master. He suppressed Maria Tate's ashes under the tower on the top floor of the Alter Group headquarters, hoping that Maria Tate would never be able to seek revenge in the afterlife." "As for that Cato Alter, he disappeared after Maria Tate's death and only returned ten years ago, inheriting 25% of Maria Tate's shares. However, he has always been low-profile and rarely seen in the public eye. It is said that employees who have direct contact with him at work have to hand in their phones at work and can only retrieve them after work. Clients who meet him in person must also hand

TATE That's right. The name's Tate. Tate fucking Parker. The one and only. Like no other. I'm legendary. You could say that I'm the alpha of this whole freaking campus. I mean, sure, there are competitors, but I thrive on crushing them. I'm the guy everyone wants a taste of. I have the whole damn place eating out of the palm of my hand; girls trailing behind me between classes like lost puppies, guys trying to copy my walk, my style, my vibe. Haha.

"You are acting sus, be natural," Kira whispered. Rachel flashed Kira a bright smile as they neared the giant facility. "Hey, Tate!" "Mrs Jensen." Tate acknowledges with a nod before gazing at Kira. "Hi, Tate." Kira grinned, "I'm the new intern, and she is my supervisor. She is showing me around." Tate grasped the ID in his hand, accessed it, and nodded. "Of course. Sorry for keeping you waiting." He stepped back from the door and let them in.

I’ve made quite a career out of redeeming bad boy athletes, and right now, Ashton Tate is THE bad boy of baseball. Glancing out of the corner of my eye, I see him chewing on his lower lip while tugging on his hair. If he were a cartoon character, I would expect to see steam pouring out of his ears right now. I must admit that seeing him so frustrated at this moment brings me a slight sense of satisfaction. Ashton has always taken pride in handling situations his way. I know he’s battling with his pride, and I’m just waiting to see who wins.

The moment he entered, he swiftly removed his towel as he stepped in front of a long, large mirror examining himself as he passed the towel over the wet places. Tommy's body was built yet lean with strong, muscular arms with the words 'Power and Loyalty', tatted on both arms. His chest was slightly buffed with a little dip that connected to his well-defined and toned abs. On the sides of his stomach tatted the words 'A real man isn't someone who kills people', 'But a real man is someone, who is respected by people'. After drying off himself, Tommy simply drops the towel on the floor before looking for a pair of sweats. Tommy then slides on a Calvin underwear that sits perfectly on his waist

Liam's POV Tate was waiting by the entrance to the training facility on Friday morning. Not casually. Not the way he waited when he arrived early and was killing time before the session. He was standing with his bag at his feet, phone in his hand, and when he saw me coming across the car park his expression told me he had been there a while and had something to say. I slowed down. "How long have you been here?" I asked. "Twenty minutes," Tate replied. "I wanted to catch you before anyone else did."

My dress was still up around my waist as I pulled it down and smoothed it flat with my hands over and over. Tate looked at me. “Everyone already knows you’re trash,” A pause, something shifting almost imperceptibly behind his eyes. “But you are my trash, you could walk in here naked and nobody would care. So don’t you dare go near other men.” He adjusted his sleeves. “Clean this up before you go.” He walked out as the door closed quietly behind him. I stayed on the floor a moment longer than necessary, smoothing my dress flat with both hands. Tate hadn't always been like this. I had watched Tate from the edges of middle school. I was an omega born into poverty, living only with my father. It

I asked turning back and flicking his hands from my clothes defensively. The guy snickered revealing a sharp signature fang on the left side slightly sticking out. His jet black hair suited his dark and mysterious vibe along with a pair of leather jacket and chains. His contrasting monolid golden brown eyes stared into mine as he said, "Ah right, I'm never quite one to leave an impression on you. I'm Tate by the way. Tate Glassglow? I'm your classmate in electronic devices?" "Right. Sorry." I immediately ended the conversation wanting to take no further engagement with this stranger.