Tom X Tord Sin Novels & Stories

he said again but all he got was a buzz. "Smith, where....." a voice came live from the walkie talkie but was cut short with the buzz sound again. "Major Mark do you copy" he said into the talkie again, he's getting impatient. "I'm out" Austin said switching his SCAR riffle to his GP100 .357 revolver and put a big hole in the head of a female infected . "What's going on Smith?" I asked out of frustration. "The signal is weak" he replied trying to connect Major Mark again.

Just business. When the smoke started to fade, Nolan called for a pullback. They regrouped on the ridge. Torque’s body was already bagged and hidden by the old fuel tank. Nolan’s shoulder bled through his shirt, Ace’s hands were a mess of grease and blood, and Jax had picked up a limp. They looked wrecked.

I look up to see staring at me my like I have just suddenly grow two heads. "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom Xavier." A familiar voice calls and a door I guess is the bathroom open to reveal a very familiar figure tying a towel. Wait isn't that... "Tom" I call out loud. is something wrong with my eyes? Aren't I sober already? "Jerry." He familiar guy chokes, face hitting up. It really is Jordan. Wait....since when did Jordan became gay. He–and Xavier. .. "Its not what you think." Jordan quickly says. My eyes moving between him an Xavier.

TA TA TA TA TA TA TA TA " Oh shit. Oh fuck yes yes yes yes. Oh yes, fuck me harder daddy Daddy" Amelia keeps on crying out uncontrollably and endlessly with a trembling voice as the ecstasy between the both of them is on a whole new level driving them both insane with Mr Mitchell groaning uncontrollably behind her with this grip on her waist as tight as a screw jack while he keeps on battering endlessly and heartlessly into her slick tight wet p****. The phenomenon is just driving him insane.

Because something told me the gravity of this sin was beyond any redemption. ***

I needed the comfort, and it managed to calm down my erratic heartbeat. "I know." Damian nodded at one of the security guards- who didn't bother looking at me. What was the deal with that? Once we arrived at the front doors, it was already opening and a man greeted us. He had a friendly smile as he gave Damian a handshake and I recognised him as Santino. "Boss, thank you for coming. I didn't think you were going to make it," he said, a grin on his face that matched Damian’s . "Of course, but I'm not staying long. Nova, this is Santino, my cousin. Santino, this is Nova," he paused for a moment. "My date."

“So you’re the Mr. Roland who’s been sharing my wife with me?” His voice was cold and dangerous. The man coughed, his lips trembling. “What? That’s not my name,” he stammered. Alex stopped pacing and frowned. “Oh really?” He gestured to one of the men. “Search his wallet.” The man obeyed quickly, pulled the wallet from the man’s pocket, and handed it over. Alex snatched it and flipped it open. His eyes narrowed. “Tom Xander,” he read aloud. “Occupation: Artist.”

I stood near the tall windows of our chamber, twisting the hem of my tunic between my fingers. Today, I would ride into danger beside Alexandro. Today, everything would change. The door opened behind me with a soft click, and I turned to find him there—already dressed for travel. He wore a dark leather tunic reinforced with steel at the shoulders, black trousers tucked into sturdy boots, and a heavy cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head—the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack. His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light.

Of course, the little girl was in no danger but what better way to get him mad than to threaten his child. "Get out! GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!" I simply nodded, a grim smile touching my lips. ''See you around, Tommy boy" I turned and walked out, leaving him fuming. The moment I stepped out of the building, the composed Tristan Walker, the intellectual professor of Heldon vanished. The old Tristan, the one who navigated shadows and understood the need for brutality and the demons of the city rose to the surface. It was a side that I had buried until one of mine had been touched.

The anticipation is killing me from inside as Sinclair leans down, his tongue darting out to trail over my chin; sucking the skin, which surprisingly feels so good. His hand moves to the small of my back, while the other moves to wrap around my throat as he tilts my head back; sucking on the flesh of my neck. It's barely an intimate touch, and it shouldn't make me feel this good, but somehow it does. Because it's fúcking Sinclair, and the man knows what he's doing. "Lay back, " he orders, and I rest back against the steering wheel; my gaze is focused as I watch Sinclair lift the hem of my dress; his hand finding its way past my inner thighs, and over the thin material of my panties.