Tommy Slater Novelas e Histórias

“You must think I'm a fool. I am not here to save her. Lyra? My dear guest? What bullshit.” “So you don't care if I kill her or not?” “You have been fucking her as you please. I'm sure she will be of service to you. I don't save traitors.” Tommy blinked in shock. Then he scoffed as the realization dawned. “Nelo that bitch…” he cussed angrily. Nelo succeeded in ruining his plans. Je should have known when she offered to meet. It was obvious Damian was now aware of his little story with Lyra and no one else would have told him except Nelo. To the end, Nelo was nothing but a stupid bitch. He did not regret stabbing her at all. She really deserved to die. He should have given her two more stabs

Ava, a tomboy, who created trouble at the college, her grades were bad and teachers were tired of her. But she had rich parents so no one dared to stop her from doing anything wrong. She had a bold personality but her rich family had nothing to do with the fact that everyone was afraid of her. She had her gang and they went around bullying others at the campus. She once saved, a nerd, Grace from being bullied because she was the only one who could do so. She was interested in that mysterious quiet girl and expressed her interest by bullying her.

The combination exuded a sense of elegance and sophistication, reflecting the refined taste and grandeur of the Tommy family. I stepped off the bus, I was greeted by Tommy, the patriarch of the Tommy family, who was seated in a wheelchair. Despite his physical condition, his presence exuded authority and strength. A burly bouncer stood behind him, pushing the wheelchair as Tommy addressed me. "Welcome to Perlemo," he said warmly, his voice filled with a mix of kindness and power. Tommy acknowledged my growth, comparing it to that of my father. I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being likened to my father, a man I greatly admired.

Even Ding Yan is not as powerful as him in Donghai city. In addition, what Tommy did before savedSmith's family, which made him really despise this old rich family. Tommy 'ts eyes were wide open and he threw the cup on the ground: "what are you talking about? Tell me again?" Even if he is down, he is also the No. 1 figure in Donghai city. Xu Lary said disgustedly, "get out of here! Old man, secretary, give him five million. It's my utmost kindness and righteousness."

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Stupid boys, to be honest Kylie is quite unique too but Dean completely act like a lost puppy which is stupid "Why stay with one person when you can have fun with a lot of girls right now?" I asked as I stood up taking a ball to shoot "I agree with you" Tony said "Yeah and just have fun trying a lot of girls" Patt said agreeing with me "Go play around now , it's your choice. I don't want to have a slut as a girlfriend. I want a good girl , a girl who can understand me instead of giving me pleasure that only will last for days. It will be different when you find someone that good and capable with you" Jaden said and since then he became a wise man. I laughed at his words because I don't care

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.

She had worked as an assistant before but never for someone this famous. The front door opened before she could knock. A tall man in a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants stood there. Tommy. His dark hair looked messy like he just woke up. His brown eyes locked on her. He had the kind of face that cameras loved. Strong jaw. Easy smile. But right now he looked tired. “You must be Siya,” he said. His voice was deep and smooth. “Come in. We do not have much time.” She followed him inside. The house smelled like fresh coffee and clean wood. Big windows let in bright morning light. Expensive art hung on the walls. Tommy walked fast through the open living room toward a large kitchen.

The bald man slapped the other man again and they started a slapping war. "Don't you dare Elen. If you trashed my dining hall again, I will ask Tristan to have his BDSM way with you." The woman said angrily and I chuckled hearing her. Both men sat straight and again started digging in. "Don't mind these jerks. They are like that since they are born. Let me do all the introductions. My name is Rebecca Santiago. This bald head is Nickon. And this stickman is Elen. You have met Tristan, the master of all these jerks. They are all my children and I am their mama." She said and I smiled hearing her. Her voice and her eyes reminded me of my own mother. I narrowed my head when I felt my eyes filled

"Couldn't sleep." Tom chuckled. "Nerves? Or excitement?" I blinked. "Excitement?" "Tom and I have an announcement to make," Mum said, exchanging a glance with him. "We wanted to wait until you were both here, but—" "Both?" I looked around the table. "Where's Slade?" "He's coming," Tom said, but his voice was tight. "I sent for him." As if on cue, Slade appeared in the doorway. He looked exactly like he had last night—dark jeans, black t-shirt, his hair still damp from a shower. His eyes swept the room, pausing on me for the briefest second before looking away.