Tommy's Clinic For Supervillains Novels & Stories

He finally grabbed a white container. “What meds?” Nelo asked, very concerned. Tommy clattered to the floor, convulsing. “Get out...” “Let me help you— “Get out!” Terrified, Nelo scampered out. She had seen different versions of Tommy but never that one. What meds was he talking about?

Fiancé, Brother, I hated how everyone could lay claim to him and I couldn't. “You’re my best friend, not his.” Raph’s voice broke. My inside shrivels. I should’ve felt guilt, but all I felt was heat pouring out of Tommy. That stillness, it wasn’t normal. It was a symptom of dog syndrome. I felt that strong urge to protect him. That was my job as his doctor. “I’ll explain later,” I said. I moved out of the bathroom, pulling Tommy along with me down the corridor, out the back door, and into the car park.

came the PI’s gravel-rubbed voice. “I just landed. Still got him?” “Never lost him. They’re staying at a luxury villa outside of town. High walls. Private gate. Madison went out for more party favors an hour ago. Came back with enough white powder to make a snowstorm blush.” “And Tommy?” “Wasted. Half-naked. Still thinks the world owes him.” “Good,” I said. “Let him stay dumb.” “Got a plan?”

Did Ethan know he would be locked up in Stone Village, so he wanted to lend him a final helping hand? “Thank you.” Tommy did not think much about it and immediately walked toward those men. However, as soon as he left his room, he saw his guards lying on the ground. “What happened to them?” he asked. “Don’t worry. They’re just knocked out. They’ll wake up soon.” Those men were the South Regent’s subordinates, highly skilled, and they effortlessly brought Tommy out of Stone Village. They threw a phone to Tommy, saying, “Stephen’s number is in it.”

“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!”

I interrupted. "An infection called Doing-The-Impossible. I asked that you be monitored, but I didn't think it would be a permanent issue. Now, because of what just happened,I sent for you two here." Addressing the female Myozolan, "Where is the other one?" "He should be here in a short while," she replied, her voice tense. Just then, two ninja-like Rebel soldiers merged in and with their faces down, addressed Koyala in trembling voices. "What? Do I have to do everything here by myself?" He said some things that I couldn't really understand then just like that everyone started moving and gathering stuff around; weapons.

Unable to bear the pain, she threw herself into the sea, ending her life. Devastated by the loss of his beloved sister, Tommy resolved to exact revenge for her. He left his post at a top-class hospital and infiltrated our school to work as the campus doctor. He planned to first make me physically infatuated with him before gradually winning my heart. Ultimately, he intended to corrupt my mind and turn me into his puppet. With that, I would leave Michael behind, turning him into a powerless, defeated man. Tommy wanted to toy with me, flaunt his power, and manipulate all that Michael had won at Bernice's expense. He hoped to show him just how empty and meaningless his pursuits had been.

Melissa is asleep upstairs. Tommy is probably dreaming about dinosaurs or superheroes or whatever five-year-olds dream about. My phone buzzes. Text from Harrison Petrov: ‘Vote will be close. Need to know where you stand. Call me.’ I don't call. Not yet. Footsteps pad down the hallway. Small ones. Tommy appears in the doorway in Batman pajamas. Rubbing sleep from his eyes with tiny fists. "Daddy?" "Hey, buddy." I minimize the email screen—Harrison's name disappearing like it was never there. "What are you doing up?"

Proof. And the name made my stomach turn. Tommy. The prospect I saved. The boy I protected. The one who seemed innocent and loyal. A traitor. "No," I whispered. "Tommy would not—" "Tommy is Marcus Kane's half-brother. They share a father. Different mothers." Victor's voice was grim. "Marcus infiltrated your club on my orders. But Tommy infiltrated on someone else's. The person rebuilding Cross's empire." "Who?" Victor showed me one last photo.