Tommy Shelby Novels & Stories

“Honestly, Nadi, I kind of don’t. I volunteered for this job because I wanted to do good things and be with you and Grace and meet the wolf boys. I don’t care as much about the mysterious politics behind this war as you do.” “Well, you’ve got two of those things,” Tommy says, peering over at us from Shayne’s other side, his face sympathetic. I look around Shay at the tall, broad-shouldered wolf, taking in his dark brown eyes and the chestnut hair that falls into his face. He smiles kindly at her, not looking at me at all. “What?” Shay asks, turning to him. “What if it’s a date?” he asks, holding out his hand to her. “I mean, it’s pretty clear that Nadia just made you tag along for leverage –

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

greeted Tommy, his voice quavered a little and he sounded extremely nervous. "Tommy?" Sharon said frowning in confusion, her thoughts still distracted, "What are you doing here, shouldn't you be in school at the moment?" "Umm…" Tommy shuffled his weight from foot to foot and he blushed a little. "Do you want to want to come inside honey?" Sharon offered, her voice softening as she sensed the boy's discomfort. He seemed to be in some sort of trouble, or at the very least had something important on his mind. Tommy was eighteen, only a few weeks older than Billy, but he had a chubby baby face and was extremely shy and withdrawn. Sharon had always felt the urge to mother him whenever he was arou

Her smile deepened into something smug and victorious, as if he’d handed her a trophy just for showing up. She placed her hand on his forearm like she belonged there. “That’s so sweet of you.” I forced my jaw not to tighten. She didn’t even look at me after that—just turned toward Tommy like I didn’t exist. “So,” she said, resting her chin on her hand like some glamorized talk show host, “what do you do, Tommy?” His chest puffed a little. “I’m a sports agent. Pro-level.” “Oh wow,” she purred. “That sounds… important.”

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.

August was almost over, Tommy's birthday was on the 30th. A date that she had to dig through his friends because he wouldn't tell her. He doesn't really celebrate his birthday, Charlene decided to organize a surprise party at the cabin for his 20th birthday before he leaves for Goldstone in September.

He recollected himself to tap back and click the second result. "Shel, the people's heartthrob, and genius tech giant of our time has gone down in the fight against the strongest and most powerful man of our time in the battle of the end, Tom Salisbury. He has fallen victim to the spontaneous rise of Tom to power who has taken the world by storm and has shown himself to be the most capable and talented man on earth. '' If Tom's eyes could widen further, it did.

“And if he’s not?” “Break up immediately.” She said simply. “Hey,” Tommy called out as he came close to them. Gabby turned around. “Tommy.” She smiled her cute charming smile as she stands up to hold his arm. “Sorry for keeping you waiting. Meet Blake, my brother’s childhood friend and Blake meet Tommy, my date for tonight.” Blake stretched his hands out for a handshake. “Nice to meet you, Tommy. Take good care of her, she’s like a kid sister to me.” Blake said with a smile.

I stand as I introduce Miranda, everyone seems to be getting along considering the situation and I couldn't be happier in this moment. "Boss," I hear someone say as I look over Dimitri's shoulder. "Ah, I was just looking for you," he says bringing the man forward, "this is Kalel, Anton, Miranda and of course Elaine. Everyone this is Tommy my second." As everyone makes their introductions I take in Tommy's appearance. He is shorter than my brothers but taller than Dimitri, he is probably six foot three, brown hair, brown eyes, very well built with tattoos and scars littering most of his forearms and creeping up from under the collar of his shirt.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.