Novel & Cerita Tommy Slater Fear Street

Straight to hell, Tommy thought, where he’d been since last Friday night when he’d arrived at the scene of a homicide and found himself drowning in the deepest blue eyes he’d ever seen. Those same eyes faced him now, holding a fascinating mixture of anger, desire, and fear. Anger and desire he could handle, give back in spades, but the fear clutched at him. Was she afraid of a killer at large? Afraid someone might discover whatever secret she guarded? Or was she afraid of him?

In fact, they’re now competing with the sound of the trickling waters. Our lips continue to fight for dominance and so do our tongues. Soon, my c.ock throbs, a signal that it wants to do some actions too. I hold back for a moment and just continue to kiss Mackenzie. Our passionate kiss lasts for several minutes and when it’s time for the main event, I put her down. But, the instant I open my eyes, instead of excitement, the most fearful moment of my life emerges in front of me again. My body judders and my eyes widen as fear strangulates me. Dahlia is laying cold dead on the bathroom floor. Her skin is bruised and ripped off while her blood is spilling. Next to her is the beast, a lycan. Its

The rage followed and with it the stirring of the demon inside me. “Kill,” it said. The guttural voice felt raw with hatred. I agreed with what he said. I had to find Nathaniel and rip him apart limb from limb. I would scatter his remains across the town and the ground would be soaked with his blood. I would make him scream for her forgiveness before I finally put him out of his misery. I felt my mind slip into the hate fuelled rage when I was pulled back out by a loud slam. I looked over to see Tommy growling at the vampire.

I grabbed Tommy and pulled him close. “Stay with me no matter what happens. Do you understand me?” His eyes were wide now and he was trembling, not from cold but fear. He nodded just as another crash occurred. This one was closer and footsteps filled the hallway. Judging by the scents, it seemed like a whole pack of wolves were in the house. “She’s in here.” One said. “She’s the reason he’s dead.” “She deserves to pay.” I frowned. What were they talking about? Who was dead?

But I’d rather feel that fear and sadness than face Tom, than endure his touch on my skin. "Of course, I'll kill you and your mother," he smirks, "but first, we’ll have a little fun." Disgust churns in my stomach. He has always been predatory, but we realized it too late. His eyes land on my body, and a whimper escapes my mouth. He grabs my throat and pulls me towards him, sniffing me. The tears I had been trying to hold back flow down my cheeks.

Her throat was suddenly dry. "Yes," she choked out in a hoarse whisper. "Then sit down and I'll show you how I like to do it." Sue backed up until she sat in her vanity chair, her eyes never leaving Tommy. Tommy stood up and slowly stripped off his shirt. Then he opened his shorts and began to pull them down. Suddenly, he turned until his back was to his stepmother. Like a stripper, he slowly pulled his shorts below his buttocks. Tommy was as surprised

I just stopped going to work altogether. I had been with him for three whole years, and I'd already gathered enough evidence on him and his mother, Felicia Granger, who'd hired assassins to kill Callum, and on Grayson Corporation, which committed tax fraud and many other financial crimes. It was going to be Callum's death anniversary in exactly one month. And this was going to be my gift to him. …

a deep, menacing voice bellowed. Tommy, Danielle's boyfriend, stormed up to them. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and radiatedexuded an intimidating presence. Known as the most feared guy in school, he was a senior—someone you didn’t cross. He’d heard about what happened to Danielle and rushed straight to the class to confront Derek. “Hey! I’m talking to you!” Tommy yelled, grabbing Derek by the shirt and yanking him closer. Derek didn’t flinch. He stared into Tommy’s eyes, unyielding.