Tommen Got Novels & Stories

Tommy urged in a suggestive tone, and the men burst out laughing. “Anyway, here it is,” Tommy said, handing over a briefcase to Adam. Adam chuckled, already aware of the contents of the briefcase. “Good… When's the next one coming?” “Still working on it. Customs is getting tighter,” replied Tommy. “Yeah, sure,” Adam nodded, the smile on his face still lingering. “Uh…” Tommy's expression turned grim. “Your mother just passed. They wanted to know if you'll, uh, support the...”

He didn’t look surprised. “Huh?” Tommen stepped forward closer to Killian. “You don’t seem surprised that it is me.” Killian did nothing but look into his eyes with pure contempt. I felt numb as I watched, unable to move or breathe, as the tension in the room thickened and Tommen started pacing slowly across the length of the room, covering the base where the light was shaded over the cement floor. “You know,” Tommen began and pulled a silver case out of his pocket, taking out a cigarette from it. I swallowed. “Killing your parents…” He pulled out a lighter and lit it, “…was never really personal,” he drawled and took a large puff of smoke.

August was almost over, Tommy's birthday was on the 30th. A date that she had to dig through his friends because he wouldn't tell her. He doesn't really celebrate his birthday, Charlene decided to organize a surprise party at the cabin for his 20th birthday before he leaves for Goldstone in September.

He looked to be around my age, probably a year or two older and I could see the subtle resemblance he shared with Alessio in the line of his jaw and wavy black hair. “Coraline, that’s Tommy, short for Tommaso.” Alessio introduced in a begrudging tone. “He’s one of my younger cousins living here because his parents kicked him out when he insisted on starting a rock band after graduating high school instead of heading off to the university.” Tommy’s dark eyes twinkled playfully. “Hi, Coraline. You can totally be the band’s manager when we make our debut next year.” “Oh.” I blinked. “Um, thanks for the offer.”

Once he hit the green icon, the voice of Tommy's nanny came from the other end, "Mr. Brown, Tommy fainted all of a sudden!" "What? How did that happen? Where are you now?" Scott queried on the phone. When the nanny replied, he said, "Okay, okay! I'm on my way now!"

Yang Tang said as he clenched his jaw tightly with a darkened expression. At the lounge. It was the time the competition was about to commence, everyone was eagerly waiting in anticipation for the swimmers to be brought , mainly for one person to be brought out, as the person was absolutely the reason why a lot of them came, the person was no other than Stanley. "I'll be meeting you again Stanley, It's been a good freaking ten years Stanley"She thought to herself. Amelia was lost in thought as she suddenly became scared with the sudden thought of meeting the guy she left ten years ago until she heard a loud scream, a very loud one which scared the hell outta her.

Tom winked before heading to the table with their drinks. Avery and Tom spent the rest of the afternoon talking about what they did during the last years. Tom graduated from high school in Paris and got recruited by a model company. He worked with a lot of brands, and now he was an ambassador for a famous brand in France. He also likes photography and wished he would be a professional photographer in the future.

Tom smiled to himself as he heard the familiar sound of his ringtone buzzing from his pocket. He frowned when he saw it was not Ariella—the cute Swedish healer from his guild—but Damien. After doing a project with the goth kid, he hadn't bothered to remove his number but never guessed that Damien might call him out of the blue like this. "Hello?" Tom asked without hiding the confusion in his voice.

Something he had vowed never to happen. “Good morning, Mom,” Tom greeted. That’s how their relationship is. Tom is a handsome guy with a beard, tall and muscling. He was from a noble family in Lagos, Nigeria. “Come in,” Their mother gestured for him to enter, stepping aside for him to pass. Tom walked inside, ignoring the hateful glares thrown at him from Matthew. “Good morning, Tom,” Holly greeted and flashed him a bright smile, taking her seat. “Good morning, Tom,” Murry greeted and walked to him.

Tommy laughed also. Tommy was 15. He was a star quarterback junior at his school. If you let the girls at his school tell it, he was hot and dreamy and he had dated more girls than I can remember. He didn't have white-ish blonde hair like mom and I. His hair was dirty blonde and he had hazel brown eyes. He was one of those little brothers that secretly love and care for you but will never admit it to your face. "Baby, how was your first week in college?" Mom asked gleefully.