Tommy Shelby Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Tell me something, Shelly. Doesn't it bother you that you act somewhat like a hillbilly?" "No, I don't," She defends instantly, her cheeks flushing, giving her a more crimson shade. "The truth hurts, girl," I pat her shoulder with a fake grin on my face. "You need to live a little. There's a more fascinating world outside your books and your glasses and your pet," "Keep Fallon out of this," She says. "Sorry," I raise my hands in surrender. Fallon is Shelly's cat, and she adores him more than anything. Sometimes I wonder if he is her fated mate.

"Amy! Can we take Shel with us...I know you will love her... please!" Amara looks at Stel and passes her a smile,they introduced earlier but Amara has yet to ask her so much about her own brother. What he likes to eat? What are his favourite sports,his hobbies etc etc. "Of course! Shel can come with us as well. Come lets go!" Aiden comes and holds Shelly's hand in excitement, pulling her along with him. Shel felt a burning stare on her and she looks back over her shoulder to see Mar sending daggers at her.

“Yes, it’s over.” Tommy was actually my boyfriend. He only pretended to be Moon’s boyfriend to help with our plan. As soon as Moon saw Tommy, she quickly wiped her tears and gave me a nervous smile. “Stella, I need to tell you something. I know we agreed not to let feelings get involved, but… I think I’ve fallen for Tommy. And he likes me, too. Can you let us be together?” Moon studied my face and then glanced at Tommy nervously. I stayed quiet for a moment. I pulled my hand away, looked down, and asked, “What about you, Tommy?”

Tommy also couldn't have known how I drooled over every explicit detail of Shiloh's stories, feeling the ache grow and needing to know what it felt like to be really stretched out. Tommy was a good guy, the sexless thing aside, but I didn't need a guy. I needed a bull. A big, black bull to dominate me. A big, black bull to stretch me, break me, fill me up. If Tommy had known any of this, he probably wouldn't have sprung for backstage passes.

They would be having sex if it weren’t for clothes in the way. Okay, I didn't want to see this. Oh, I don't care about them making out heavily. I hope they leave soon. By the time I thought of that. Shelly got off the hood of the truck and jumped down. I saw Lyle looked confused and frustrated on his face,e looking at her. He didn't want to stop making out with her. But he nodded his head when she whispered in his ear and then kissed his cheek. I saw his cheeks tinted pink.

" Tell my brother that the Kyle Ridge and Darren are trying to kill me!" Tom said as he threw on some clothes given to him by his sired vampires and they nodded their heads before they dashed out to do as they were told. Since Darren commanded them to stop following him, Ron made them sired to Tom all over again and Tom didn't entirely hate it especially now that he was on the verge of being killed by Sharlynn's angry mates. Speaking of Sharlynn, Tom couldn't believe that she would do this to him. When she'd come to his house that evening saying she wanted to talk about the weird feelings she was having about Kyle, he never expected that she would end up seducing him!

Sebastian's POV Our time in the red room was an unforgettable experience, one that left a lasting impression on me. It was a moment that I plan to repeat, as it brings a unique intensity and thrill that I crave. Shelly is an incredible submissive; she knows how to feed my dominant side in a way that no other can. Her compliance, eagerness, and understanding create a perfect dynamic that enhances our bond deeply. Unfortunately, tomorrow marks a temporary departure from her company, as pressing business requires my attention a few states away. This separation is a necessity, dictated by circumstances beyond our control. Due to my position as a mafia boss, it's not yet safe for Shelly to travel

"I've heard that." "Who am I kidding?" Shelby shook her head. "All those men are fine pieces of ass. But all of them are taken, except for the kinda hot, nerdy one." "Travis Steele." She could definitely vouch that he was a bit nerdy, but he was hot too. Becoming hotter the more she hung out with him. In fact, they had a lunch date scheduled for today, and she was very excited about it. "Yeah, that's him." She snapped her fingers. "He's hot in his own way, but he is definitely no Jagger or Tyler."

I wanted to hear the small, broken sound he’d make when I stroked him slow at first, then faster, until he was trembling and begging and spilling over my fingers. The fantasy hit so hard I nearly groaned aloud. I wasn’t supposed to want him. Not like this. But it's hard to push the thought away. Tommy had been my true mate. Noah was supposed to be a bandage, nothing more. A familiar face to soothe the madness. Not this.

Tommy seemed to understand, however, and pressed himself against Irene while babbling, "Yes." Sheryl, worried that he would rupture Irene's scar, was about to take him away. "I'm fine," Irene said, stopping Sheryl. It was not easy for Tommy to get close to her—she wanted more, too, and the last thing she wanted was to push him away.