Tommy Dead Novels & Stories

Adeline shot him mid-sentence. Tommy's body moved forward and he dropped facedown. Blood spread all over the floor. Damien quickly took the gun from Adeline. She was still standing there and staring at Tommy. "Is he dead?" she asked once she recovered from her initial shock. "He looks pretty dead," Damien informed her. "I killed him. I killed a man," Adeline murmured. Damien wrapped his arms around her. "He was an abusive fuck and you made him pay for what he did to you."

There will be no traces of blood or anything on this once they are done. "Where am I? Where is Tommy? Are you going to torture me like you tortured Tommy? Please do not kill me. Where did you take Tommy?" Mary asks. "Tommy is dead, and it is up to you to decide what you want to do. You can die with Tommy, or you can choose to become a better person. If it weren't for your uncle and aunt, you would be dead by now. They came to beg for you, but unfortunately, there is nothing that we can do for Tommy. Tommy was looking for trouble with the wrong person. He should have thought about wanting to kill Isabella. We know everything about his plans, and we are going to go after the street gang snakes

Richard straightened with Katie, taking the death tally littered around them. Damn this town. This goddamned town. Salt and Julian, reduced to two stinking heaps of carrion: good riddance. Minty the medical examiner, facedown, an extension cord cutting so deep into his neck that it had opened the flesh. And poor Tommy, the best friend he’d ever had—voice quieted, heartbeat stilled forever. Richard gritted his teeth and held Katelyn tight. Tears stung his eyes. Crickets dying amid the snowy grass, to boot.

Putting his hand on my shoulder he shook his head grinning humourlessly. "Tommy hung himself two days ago. His wife told him that she didn't want him to see his kid anymore... he was a screw-up, always had been, since high school. Now he's dead... Ain't afraid of the Boogey Man... California tree huggers." He laughed out loud. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and hung his head. "I went over there the day of the bust. I left Marcello in the R.M.P. and I went in myself."

" When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch. Next, Jane would play her part, calling the insurance folks to check out the corpse. By the time the insurance check cleared, I would be whisked away to Tylandra, living it up without a care. They got more and more pumped up, practically feeling the Tylandra sand between their toes and soaking up the sun. I played along, chuckling, while I sneakily sent the recording to t

Lorenzo turned around, but Sal's gun didn’t even move an inch from me. "I wouldn't," Sal said calmly. "Not unless you want me to kill the pregnant lady and her baby." My blood immediately turned to ice. How did he know I was pregnant? "Let them go, Sal," Lorenzo said. "You got what you wanted." "Did I? Because it looks to me like my operation just got shot to pieces. And my nephew is missing." "Tommy is fine. He's upstairs,” Lorenzo replied. "No, Lorenzo. Tommy is not upstairs anymore." Sal's smile was terrifying. "He’s dead. He was shot three times in the chest by someone who was supposed to be working for me."

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

After she killed us, Keyla stuffed our bodies into dirt-crusted sacks and tossed us in a sewage ditch. Rain took care of the evidence. If some random scavenger hadn't caught a whiff, we might've stayed lost forever. I wanted to see Edmond's reaction. He pulled on his lab coat and gave a quiet, solemn nod to the corpses. It was the first time I watched him work. First time I saw how he could talk to a corpse for hours but couldn't even say "I'm tired" to me. Like I was some kind of poison that made him shut down.

“Padrino never built outside connections. Any deals he made were purely transactional—missions, trades, nothing deeper. We don’t have allies out there. And even if we did… we don’t have anything to offer them now.” Elsewhere, in the city Al stumbled into a shadowed alley, blood soaking through his shirt. He panted heavily, his breathing ragged. Gunshots rang out behind him, but he pressed himself against a wall, hiding in the gloom. “F*ck…” His knees buckled, and he dropped to the ground. Too much blood. His right shoulder was completely numb. “I don’t want to die,” he whispered. “I haven’t even had a girlfriend yet.” At the far end of the alley, figures began to emerge—shadows in the darkne

He was one of my closest buddies. But that’s not the problem here. I freeze as a scary realization hits me. Today is the 27th of December. Ten years ago at exactly 11:00 am New York time, my father was found dead in his office by his secretary. Bella and I never got the full story since we were too young, but the cause of his death remains a mystery to us. And now the time is 11:03 am. Three minutes ago I received that call from Greece.