Tom Tord Novels & Stories

He was in his late thirties although he didn’t carry his age too well, looking closer to fifty. “Miss Vavoom I presume?” said Tom as he extended his hand towards Brandi. “Yes, are you Captain Robertson?” Brandi asked, her voice shaking slightly as Tom towered over her. Tom shook her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Vavoom, I’m a big fan!” “Really?” Brandi said in surprise. “Please, call me Brandi.” “I love your movies Miss..Brandi,” said Tom. “Especially the ninja one, you were incredible in that.”

The sound he made when he chuckled made me blush foolishly in embarrassment. “The man who led you to this state is Devon, who is unfortunately my stepbrother. My name is Sebastian,” He said, and everything came crashing down. I could finally put a name to Mr. red eye's face. So, it turned out that the reason my assaulter and this man looked alike was because they were stepbrothers! “Miguel. Umm…how many hours have I been out?” I asked, twirling my fingers, not daring to meet his gaze.

I soak my needles for a long time because the longer they soak the faster the medicine takes effect. “Hi, Sha. Right BAS summoned you too?” Tom asked me when he saw me exit the elevator. He looks like he just came from the lab. Tom is a doctor. This is his front profession while I am a self-defense instructor of children aged ten years old to fifteen years old. “You were also summoned?” I simply answered him. Out of all the BAS members, he is the only one I can say I am close to. I can call him a friend. I think he’s the only one who doesn’t envy me every time I accomplish a mission.

And Tom. Tom the Cracksman, born in Whitechapel in 1974, fae-touched at age seven, thief of thirty years, member of Callum Brennan's coalition from its first year, dead at age fifty-one inside a building he chose to hold standing with his own body's remaining resources while the people he worked with carried a child to safety through the east passage.

He couldn't wait for that to happen and he'd surely get the most out of it. ********** Trevor groaned as he landed several punches on the bag before him. He had been going on for a while now and he was doing so to relieve the tension within him. Working on the instruments in the enormous gym room which was underneath his building made him relieved within a few minutes. He only needed to land several punches on the punching bag and run on the treadmill for him to calm down. But he had been working on both for a few hours and the tension was still lodged in him. Heck, it seemed to multiply as his thoughts became intense.

he asked. “Your friend Takashi” she said softly. Lee laughed. “You’re joking. He’s family and he….” “He said that he had a job before he left the first time and what did you think that entailed? He was working for multiple gangs and selling his work for a profit?” He couldn’t believe it. “He’d never….” She dropped pictures on the table and it was ones of him on the field. “And you thought he was just good in chemistry” she said and she removed her mask.

Tom stood still calmly, wanting to feel what the magic coming from the humble land would feel like. But Tom immediately realized that he was wrong; a thunder pole knocked Tom's legs down and forced Tom's legs to kneel on the ground, each ray of thunder carrying a power supply that hit tom's body cells so that he had no strength to perform the magic that stopped time. In turn, Tom received all 10 poles of thunder that hit him repeatedly. The burning smell of fabric and hair spread everywhere; Tom's face was black, his hair still clawed straight today was beaten to the point of standing up, clothes torn, on his face with scratches through his right cheek still bleeding, but Tom still managed t

The thick white folder weighed like 100 pounds in my hand. I stared at the file for a few seconds before I could finally open it. Tommen Anderson worked at the Shadow Knight organization from 1994–2004, under the name Tony. It falls under the pattern Shadow Knights have—a simple name. I know those names are not real. They are likely given to them when their training is complete. Their real records—no one knows.

"I know what you're thinking, and it's not some kind of danger you need to guard against. Right now, I'm your ally. So, rest assured, there is no need to worry about dealing with me." "I'm relieved to hear that," Axel replied, exhaling lightly. Now Axel understood just how dangerous Tom could be. Axel had to admit Tom's talent; in a short amount of time after the rumors erupted, Tom quickly tracked down the traces of the person who had posted the information on social media. Tom was actually a formidable hacker, something few knew about. Axel felt fortunate to have met Tom.

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.