Tommen Got Novels & Stories

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.

Tommy's face became panicked and distorted at this time. "Wait, don’t leave! Let me... Let me think about it first.” He suddenly uttered, a little hesitant. When Tommy called for Allen and became hesitant, Ava couldn’t help but to admire him. Allen's words were so awesome that he suddenly let Tommy get scared. Tommy could give up the participation of the West Coast Chamber of Commerce for the sake of cooperation with Adam, but he couldn’t tolerate another strong competitor in the pharmaceutical industry in the city! After that, Allen and Ava sat down again. Tommy glanced at them, and finally saw Allen. Allen's name, he also heard he was Smith Group's famous son-in-law, said to be a small cli

Bring it on! Tom!

"That is Tommen's territory..." Oh no... they fell straight into his lap.

The air was cooler now, carrying the faint scent of pine and earth. There was a soft knock at my door. “Come in.” Phoebe stepped inside, her expression unreadable. She closed the door behind her and walked over, stopping just a few feet away. “You still haven’t told me what’s really going on,” she said. I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “Tommen is distancing himself. He didn’t show up at the last meeting. He’s making it clear he doesn’t support us anymore.” Phoebe frowned. “Because of Shirleen?”

Tommy was the fool for allowing himself to be caught. Damian sheathed his sword. “Fine. It's not fun killing him now anymore. Throw him into my dungeon!” he commanded.