Tom Tate Novels & Stories

“Oh my God, he’s going to do it soon then. Probably at Christmas and...” “Elodie…” I turned in shock at the sound of the voice. Tate stood in the open bar door, drenched from head to toe. His blond hair lay limp against his shoulders. “And…Lola?” His eyes widened in surprise. “I’m going to need filling in on that later. It’s good to see you, Lola.” Turning back to Elodie, he jerked his chin and she moved to stand beside him.

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After plugging her's and Grace's phone they both lad on Humphrey's bed as they viewed the short funny videos on his phone and laugh, few moments later someone steps in, they both got up to see who it was and was surprised to see that it was Thomas. Thomas is a short black guy,who had once tried to ask Tory out when she started college but she had rudely ignored him because she finds his attitude bad. Everyone knew Thomas as a rude, arrogant young man who takes pleasure ask, dating and using new female students who just gets into college. " Humphrey is a friend of Thomas??" Grace asked Tory as soon as Thomas took what he came for and went back out. "I had no idea they knew each other" she rep

“And I destroyed her. My mate died because I couldn’t protect her from my world, from the enemies I made, from myself. I was so caught up in power and vengeance, I couldn’t see the danger until it was too late. I’ve lived every day since then with that blood on my hands. I swore I’d never let anyone get close again.” He turned to her, his expression full of torment. “But then you came. And you looked at me like I wasn’t a monster. You sat beside me when I didn’t have the strength to speak. You listened. You smiled. You were kind, Nivera. And it terrified me.” She stepped closer, her hand reaching for his. “I’m not her, Valerian. I know I can’t replace what you lost. But I’m here. I’m real. A

Brooke didn't seem to mind since it made his hours more in line with hers. Tom currently sat at the back of a conference room with the other guards while some hybrid named James Monroe chattered on about their next big event. The man had large shoulders and green eyes, and some very stupid hair. They called him the idea man. He seemed to like all the other bigwigs and never gave Tom a second look, or anyone for that matter. To Tom, he was just another man in a suit, just like to that guy he must look like just another guard dressed in black.

He said suddenly "Do you want to get eaten, Little Kitten?" I was surprised and bit my lower lip, so he said "Stop biting your lips." I immediately released my lips and he smirked. "How do you know?" he was about to reply when Miss Brain came and said, "How's it going Sioux and Yes Allie?" He was alert at the sound of Mary and he was like nothing was happening on here like in a serious mood and said: "Mary, I am almost done with turkey and the gravy and I am heading for Brie and apple tart now."

Javier says, placing his arm over Manuel’s shoulder. “Who was it?” Manuel asks quietly. “Tate Carter. I will call Knox, so he can notify his family.” Uncle Jacob says solemnly. Fuck, Tate was only 18, hadn’t been a warrior long. Had shown real promise too, that is why they had allowed him to come on this mission to see a real mission in action. He had been full of ideas and thoughts in the planning stages. Then he was so keen and eager to get down here and help. And it had cost him his life. Hadn't even had a chance to meet his mate.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ Tate sat slumped in the chair, pale and sweat-slicked, like something had been siphoned from his spine. He’d broken, but not in the loud, sobbing way I expected. No screaming. No begging. Just a whisper and a look in his eyes like he’d seen hell blink back. I need to take notes from Abel though i hope to never be the one torturing someone for information. And that brings up another thought. My line of job is dangerous but I’m too young to quit. I mean, think about it. I’m not even thirty.

Tom McCarthy “Launch it now,” Tom commanded, leaning back in his black leather chair with a smug smile. “Let’s show the world what a real app looks like.....I need to outshine the Salvatores...!” His team nodded nervously and hit the final button. Within minutes, Tom’s new app went live across all major platforms. He watched the d******d counter climb rapidly on his monitor, feeling a rush of satisfaction. This was supposed to be his comeback, his way of proving he was still on top even after Sara’s departure.

The link transmitted it all, a constant loop of shared suffering that reminded us why the doctors wanted us isolated. We were watching a muted hockey game on the room TV—our old team playing without us—when the door opened again. Tate stepped in. He looked… different. Still bruised from the kidnapping and raid, arm in a sling, but there was a new energy in his eyes. He’d been discharged earlier that day, but something in his posture said he hadn’t come empty-handed. “You two look like shit,” he said with a tired grin. “Feel like it too,” I replied. “What’s going on?”