Tommy Dead Novels & Stories

"Honey, I know the loss of your loved ones has hit you hard, but you need to take good care of yourself, too. We still have Billy. If something happens to you, too, what will Billy and I do?" Every time he tricked me into drinking it, I would hear Dad's voice. But the so-called "predictions" from Dad? It was all just Felix—no, Malcolm—messing with my head, deliberately trying to make me believe that something supernatural had happened. Dad, Asher, Jasper, even Billy—they had all died at Malcolm's hands. He had murdered them all! I had already pieced all this together in my previous life. And I'd already called the cops after Billy died as well.

Tommy, you're not making any sense right now," she said as both Gray and Mack helped Tommy sat down as he grunted in pain. "Isabelle is dead, the mission that we recently did, I killed her, along with her unborn child," he said as the crew stared at him in disbelief, "You f**king killed her, Tom?" Gray questioned as Tommy shook her head, "You think if I knew she was pregnant, I would've killed her, I aimed to kill Stephen and that other motherf**ker, and he pulled her in front of him," he explained as Scar sighed, "So, he wants revenge?" She asked as Tommy slowly nodded, "So what are we going to do, your asshole of a brother kidnapped Jasmine and Lorraine, what are we going to do, Tommy?" Sc

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

Tommy gripped the wall nearest to him dry-retching air out of his empty stomach while Nancy stared at the corpse in utter shock and disbelief as to how anyone would ever do something as dreadful as that. "Is that... Jamie?" She didn't know when the words left her mouth but perhaps her heart had thought that as a possibility and her mouth could not have helped but ask. She catches a glimpse of Tommy from the corner of her eyes, shaking his head in denial while Mike stares at her with his eyes holding a possibility that it could be although the corpse was burnt beyond recognition so there was no telling. Was the sick bastard responsible for this expecting them to feed on the burnt corpse knowi

She ran into Jayson there, who had dropped by to sign some documents. The three of them ended up in the same elevator. Jayson's gaze landed on Ariel. She didn't even glance his way as she stepped inside. "Mr. Larkin," Tom quickly greeted. Jayson gave a small nod. With that, silence fell once more. Tom was feeling the pressure. Caught between his former boss and the current one, he felt like the filling in a sandwich. The mood in the elevator was really awkward. Trying to break the silence, Tom suddenly thought of something. "Mr. Larkin, your birthday's tomorrow, isn't it? Ms. Walker, maybe we should get him a gift."

"You and your family have truly suffered a horrible death, Fred—an entire family gone just like that, without even leaving a descendant behind!" I stared blankly at the scene as a sudden burst of wailing echoed in my ears. I noticed three coffins lined up neatly before me, holding the bodies of Wendy Lowe, Fred Lancaster, and Draco Lancaster—Mom, Dad, and my younger brother. Those who were mourning so passionately were Shawn Lancaster and Olivia Smith—my uncle and aunt from the countryside.

The examiner walked over, looked at my family in their grief, and spoke with a heavy voice. "The deceased, Tommy Lawson, has been confirmed dead from a high-altitude fall. The time of death is preliminarily estimated to be around 10:00 pm tonight." He paused, his gaze passing over my body before he continued, "However, the deceased shows extensive injuries, both old and new, covering the limbs and torso. There are clear signs of physical abuse, as well as evidence of restraint and degradation. None of these injuries are consistent with the fall."

the other one, whose name was Peter, continued, “sometimes I feel like we should never have killed them, especially in the manner we did. Maybe we could have done something else just to scare Jadon.” “I've got no fucking regret about what I did to that motherfucker and his parents,” Tommy said, sounding bery defiant. “They deserved ot, even more.” “We have turned his only sister into an orphan.” “I don't fucking care!,” he retorted, beginning to get angry. “You know what, you can fucking stay here and worry about the dead. I'm out of here.” He stormed out.

“I’ll come to you.” Tommy’s voice got even lower, sounding almost like a man’s voice. “I’ve been waiting for you. You’re on my playground. Who did you think the monster was?” Tommy’s voice was now deep and evil as something not of this Earth. “I just love the smell of your fresh souls, ha-ha-ha-ha. You two idiots are coming with me!”

he exclaimed, tossing a newspaper towards me. I caught the newspaper, the crinkling sound echoing in the room. Unfolding it, I skimmed the headlines, my eyes scanning for any significant developments. "Oh my God, Tommy is dead," I exclaimed, my hands instinctively covering my mouth in shock. The news of his demise hit me like a heavy blow. According to the reports, he had been killed in a government-owned disability centre, poisoned to death. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on my heart. Mateo, seated in a worn-out plastic green chair, confirmed the news. His voice carried a mix of sadness and anger.