Tommy X Drista Novels & Stories

Ricky expressed sorrow for shooting Charles but didn't rush to save him with his blood, instead he would have let Charles die. Toma: The vicious newly hatched dragon protecting Dmitri. Toma is still learning about the world around him but he is a quick learner and gets amused when Dmitri gives him attention when he spits fire or does something bad. Toma already jumped quite a few people, clothes, a phone, and other things for coming too close to Dmitri. He means well even though he misbehaves. He doesn't like leaving Dmitri for too long and barely lets Dmitri out of his sight. When Dmitri disappears he's quick to call for him, expecting him to come back.

"I visited Ol' Mare a few days back, and Alexander gave me this souvenir! Who knew the guy could sidestep bullets? With skills like that...we're out of our league trying to take him on!" Tommy sat in silence, the weight of the room on his shoulders. Finally, he pressed out the words like they were made of lead. "Mister Hardy." Drake Hardy? The name alone was enough to turn the heavy hitters' faces ghostly pale. Seven years back, before Tommy made his mark, Drake was the big fish in Province Town, his tentacles reaching across Tormora. When Drake said he was out of the game for good, his empire pulled back from the underworld's chessboard. Nonetheless, Drake still had his finger on the pulse

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.

But Tommy tried his best to get to know his idol better. "Why are you smiling?" asked Dante, sitting before Tommy shook his head, the smile still lingering on his face. Of course, it wasn't a mockery or disdain but a smile of pride. "I just didn't expect to be chosen to work with you, sir," Tommy replied. "You are our idol__" "We?" interrupted Dante. "Yes, me and my friends in special forces training," Tommy replied, sounding enthusiastic. "Oh yeah, how old are you?" asked Dante again. "Twenty-four, and you're only a year older than me."

Xanthis broke the silence first. "Do you need introductions? I'm Xanthis Diaz Montero, older than Dre by six minutes. I'm the smart ass here. He's Alexandre Leon Montero, older than you by two minutes. He's a mafia bos, a major alpha male" Xanthis said, scrunching up his nose. Everyone laughed at the expression on his face. But, Valentino was too tensed to do that.

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

A busboy coolly reached under a booth seat and leveled a weapon straight at the gang’s muscle. Weapons glinted in every direction. Half the damn diner was ours. The Black Reapers froze. Tommy raised both hands slowly, face pale now despite the ink and bravado. “Easy! Easy, man! Nobody’s starting a war in here.” Darrow was already behind me, gripping my arm tight. “Damien.” I breathed hard, chest heaving, fists still twitching. My wound ached like hell, but the rage in my veins burned hotter. “I told you,” Tommy said, voice shaking just a little as he adjusted his collar. “We don’t know who she is. But we’ll work with you. We’ll ask around, call in favors. If she’s got that much money, someon

“That’s lie number two.” And then my father, silent until now, finally speaks. “You claim to love her, want to marry her. So, tell me, does Sareena have any birthmarks, tattoos, or piercings? From the video we can all see that you have seen every inch of her body.” Tommy smirks. “Nope. My girl’s flawless. Not a mark on her.” Luca’s tone turns lethal. “That’s lie number three.” He stands slowly. “Because Sareena has tattoos and she has scars. She also has a bellybutton piercing. She’s not your girl, Tommy, is she?”

I’m startled while I’m sprinkling some paprika on the edges of the plate and over the omelettes. “Who the hell is Drew, and why you got teardrops on your guitar?” Xander asks me with a raised brow and a very serious expression. Resting his one hand on the counter, peering down at me. Wearing only his spiderman boxers. “Timika your eleven, who is this, Drew? I will beat his ass! What’s going on here?” he says. Clearly upset, his brows in a deep frown. I am completely taken back.

” Tommy ~”We going to the spa after the salon. Kayley ~”Is he trying to turn me into some bimbo ass Barbie doll now too? Can I take the stooges with?” Tommy ~”He booked the three little crazy bitches in too.” Drake ~”No fucking way.” Matthew ~ “It is not fucking happening.” Anthony ~”Dre you can paint your nails that colour you like so much.” Drake ~”Fuck off Ant. You can have your cock waxed.” Anthony ~”Matt can get his balls massaged. I don't think you can even get that.”