Tommy Miller X Reader Novels & Stories

“Why’s it suddenly freezing?” Tommy also ran to the window and looked outside. He saw tiny white snowflakes floating outside. Tommy remembered something. That whenever Mr. Miller got very upset, cold things happened. “The Alpha knows.” the drunkard man said. “How could he know already?” scar-face asked. The third man went to lift tommy. “We should leave!” Tommy felt happy. He knew his Mr. Miller was coming to save him. “Leave the kid,” scar-face said. “No. We stay with him. If Rodney comes, we use the kid as leverage.”

I commended, and I meant it. Tommy chuckled drily and shook his head. “Trust me, Mia, it’s far from interesting. When lads like us don’t get to see the outside world so that we can have girlfriends, it gets boring,” Tommy said. “All we do here is work all day, eat, and…” he continued, but he never got to finish the statement. “Shouldn’t you be working right now, Tommy?” A male cold voice asked. Without seeing him, I knew just who had spoken. It was Saint, one of my worst nightmares, right after Jackie.

As I was passing the front door, my steps were abruptly stilled by the knocking that came from the other side of it. Moments later, and the last thing I expected to see when I swung the door open, was the sight of a man in a suit. His hair was perfectly combed and he held a briefcase in hand. About him was an air of authority as he inquired in a smooth voice, "Miss Mills?" At his question, I nodded, squinting against the brightness of the day as I peered at him. "Can I help you?" "My name is Richard Stevens," he replied. Afterward, extending his hand, he continued, "I'm an attorney representing the estate of the late Mr. Torin Montero."

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Becky took a deep breath, she closed her eyes trying to clear her mind. ***** From a distance, she could see The Great James Miller standing with the phone in his ears, talking to someone. He looked very handsome in a white shirt whose sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, she admitted that his charm would probably make any woman lose their mind so they are willing to be tortured just to get a chance to make love to him. And she, she wasn't going to let herself be like them, she was going to fight herself with all her might to not fall in love with her master.

His voice almost broke but he chipped in a smile. I had no idea about him let alone his family, I was seeing a soft part of him I wasn’t supposed to. This was supposed to be some stupid date and yet here I was being treated like a queen. Wouldn't it be better to just call this off and let him move on with someone better who wouldn’t want to use his finger at her crush? Just as I was lost in thought, a tall guy with tattoos approached us, he looked geared up which meant he was a racer, his arms snaking with tattoos.” Yo Miller.”

I prop my phone on a stack of coasters, hit GO LIVE on the Riverbend Buy-N-Sell F******k group, and blow the camera a kiss. “Evening, y’all. Place your bets and your loads. Clock starts now.” First up is Tommy Lee, diesel mechanic, grease still under his nails. He drops his jeans, lines up, and slides home in one thrust. I’m already wet from the tequila shots and the sheer filth of what I’m doing. He groans like he’s dying, pumps exactly eight times, and unloads so hard I feel it splash my cervix. One. He pulls out, slaps my clit with his sloppy cock, and writes a fresh tally on my thigh with the Sharpie chained to the table. The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds.

After letters or texts he'll put LR. Milo Tomas Young: Light brown hair that is styled in a short messy way, blueish-greenish eyes. He's slightly shorter than Lyle, only coming up to his shoulder. He is an ex-human and used to be the New York Best Seller for four years in a row, his books always having supernaturals in them. He is obsessed with the supernatural, vampires being his favorite. Ever since he was younger, his dream was to meet an actual vampire and try to be turned. Not being a full vampire yet, he doesn't really have a special ability, but he seems to be able to get Lyle to carry him everywhere. He loves his hair being played with, and he used to identify himself as straight, bu

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He had a comrade who received a cigar as a reward from a superior, so he remembered it vividly. “Are you an idiot?” Jimmy slapped him on the head. “Use your brain and think. Do you think any Tom, Dick, and Harry can smoke the special tobacco from the military district? Not even I’ve smoked it before! “Who is that man? How is he able to smoke that tobacco?” Tom was stunned by the slap and started to doubt himself. He stopped talking. “Have you remembered everything I told you just now?” Jimmy snorted, then glanced at Andrius with a cold look in his eyes. “The Millers want his life, so do a clean job. We can’t leave any loose ends, understand?”