Tom Tord Novels & Stories

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

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.

The other enforcers turned to watch me at the sound of my voice, a look of trepidation on their faces, while my pack members were excitedly watching the show. There was a long pause, then he answered, “Yes, Alpha. I am Tom.” “May I have a word, Tom?” I asked, looking him right in the eyes. The look in my eyes must have told him it was an order, not a request, as he swallowed and came forward, dragging his feet as much as he could to delay the inevitable. He was about 5 ft 8 with long curly blonde hair which fell just before his shoulders and rare gray eyes.

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.

"I'm sorry, Mario was the one who sent me telling me he's going to pay me a huge amount of money." "And you accepted. No more talking with you. I would have been dead by now with just the poison you poured into the bottle instead of my drug. You'd be happy that Master Jericho is dead but Thank goodness, I'm alive. Tom!!!" Jericho yelled. "Yes, boss." Tom came running from where he was. He's one of the top best in the squad.

Marcus snarled, redirecting forces to counter Harold's position. Christian's howl cut through the battlefield. A challenge. A promise of violence. Harold answered with his howl. But before Christian could reach Harold, another threat emerged. Tom. He came through the eastern breach, fighting through our defenders like they were nothing. Blood covered his muzzle. His eyes were wild, insane. And he was looking directly at me. “Sophie!” Tom's voice was distorted, half-human, half-wolf. “Sophie!” My guard warriors immediately formed a protective circle around me.

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.

"I'm Tommy Lucchese, nice to meet you," He's Amelia's father? Up close, he's pretty tall and attractive for someone who has a daughter around my age. He looks similar to Mads Mikkelsen, almost. He has the same structure and gentlemen-vibe to him as the actor. My God, he's handsome for an older man. I quickly mentally scold myself for thinking such thoughts. Maybe Alejandro's right, maybe I do have daddy issues. "It's nice to meet you," I say a little too quietly. The words got stuck in my throat because of the extremely inappropriate thoughts in my head.