Tommy's Clinic For Supervillains Novels & Stories

Her sharp face was expressionless beneath her tactical hood, her eyes as cold as the winter around us. "Stop fighting, Lumiere," Talvikki ordered, her voice cutting through the wind. "You're freezing to death, and you've got half the European underworld tracking your cell phone signal. Stop making this harder than it already is." "I'd rather die out here than be his prisoner!" I screamed, swinging my elbow backward and catching someone across the jaw. With brutal, effortless coordination, they pushed me forward and shoved open the heavy rear door of the black SUV. Warm air rushed over my frozen skin the moment I was inside. It smelled faintly of leather, gun oil, and pine.

A guy passing by sees me reaching for my cleavage and I guess I shouldn’t do that again. When I looked up, a tall figure blocked the yellow warm lights. It’s Tommy in a black suit. “Hey, Olivia. You’re finally here. I’ve been looking for you. ” He does a very dorky wave while giving me an equally dorky smile. His James Bond-esque suit and how it fits him makes me think of Henry Cavill. He exudes this strong yet gentle vibe. Can’t believe that he’s the resident fuckboy. He seems like a huge teddy bear.

“Show me around your little kingdom. Where’s all the shady business happening these days? Where do you hide the bodies? Where’s the cocaine drop-off? Give me a tour, Tommy.” His jaw ticked. “Don’t call me that.” “Sorry, Toms,” I drawled. He shot me a side-eye. “You’re lucky Castle likes you. Otherwise, I’d dump you in the river just for that.” “Fair,” I said with a grin. “So…?” He sighed. “There’s a diner I go to. You’ll like it.” “Hmmm…” I said, about to protest. But right then, my stomach growled in betrayal.

"Because if you don't, everyone will learn what you did. But if you do help me, I might be able to forgive you." Ariana stared at the glowing child in shock. This wasn't the same innocent little boy who had been playing in the garden yesterday. This was something much more powerful and much more dangerous. "How... how are you here?" Ariana managed to ask. "You're supposed to be in the hospital." Tommy smiled, and it was not a child's smile. "I was never really sick. I was just... sleeping. Learning. Growing stronger." "But the doctors said..." "The doctors saw what I wanted them to see," Tommy said. "Just like everyone else in this house. But now I'm ready to use my real power."

“We were told to make it look messy, but not lethal. Make sure she’s shaken, but not… y’know, permanently broken.” My fists clenched under the table. “And you didn’t think to question who wanted that done to an innocent woman?” Tommy held my gaze. “We never ask. That’s how we stay alive.” I forced myself to breathe through the spike of anger in my chest. “Was it someone from Ravencrest Asylum?” His brows lifted, genuinely confused. “Never heard of that place.” “Then who the hell paid you?” Tommy took a drag from his cigarette, then flicked the ash into the chipped saucer beside his cup. “An old wealthy woman. That’s all I know.”

Tommy dealing with the worst treatment out of everyone. While I sit in a chair on the side of the room, I glance over to Tommy, who is still lying in his hospital bed. He is able to get up some and try to move around in the room. However, he isn’t allowed to venture any farther than that. His legs were damaged pretty badly, and they are healing so slow, which I don’t understand. He is a werewolf so why is it taking so long for him to heal physically. I’m not going to even talk about how messed up he is mentally. Luckily, Tommy is in a large room, since we have decided to train Finn inside Tommy’s hospital room, so we don’t have any more episodes like we had yesterday.

"I heard screaming when I came looking for you. I thought you were under attack. I thought the infected had gotten loose." I put a hand on her shoulder. "It is fine. Everything is under control." Cass was already unlocking the chains around Tom's wrists. The metal clanked and fell away, and Tom's arms dropped limply to his sides. Clara's eyes widened. "What are you doing? That is dangerous. He is infected. He could turn at any moment and attack all of you." "It is fine," I said. "Tom is better now." Clara's face twisted with confusion. "What do you mean? How? Have you found the cure already?"

Two days later. When Tommy awoke six hours ago after the bloody encounter with the head patrol guy in the wrestling area, he’d found a breakfast wooden tray on the night table—scrambled eggs, beans, dry bread, fruits, corn, and tea all of it delicious—but no one had come to their room since then to pick up the dirty clay plates. As he lay in the mattress he carefully scanned the walls and portraits, looking for a covered sentry surveillance enchantment spell. After all with his werewolf senses, he could detect some buzz of magic but found none. Their chamber cell was similar in a pyramid installation style as the head chief's council chambers, and Tommy wondered if the head chief was watchin

“Look for yourself. I caught it this morning.” Tommy snatched my phone and his eyes lit up, but just for a moment. “She does have one, but we can’t use it. It's not strong enough yet.” “That's too bad,” the guy said. He winked at me before turning back to Tommy. “Just send in your best monsters and I’ll do the same. We can’t let Blue take over this gym.” Tommy nodded in agreement and tapped away on his phone. The guy flashed me a quick smile before focusing on Tommy again. It was sweet how the two of them were interacting.

"I've set up a medical foundation in his name. You're the permanent director, of course. No one better." Tommy's smile cracked. His father used to set up a wildlife protection fund and he managed to drain every single dime out of it. This embezzlement scandal had nearly gotten him drowned in the Everglades. Now his fingers dug into the bunny's hip, knuckles white. "How… generous," he spat. "But let's talk cash. Tonight's game is physical. Have you brought any cash?" The elevator dinged. The bodyguards marched in with my briefcases, stacking them like bricks. Tommy's pupils dilated.