Tommy X Drista Mga Nobela at Kwento

But maybe it was time to atone for not being around when my father needed me the most. “Okay, then. Bring her across to the St Andrew’s cross, Alpha Dante. Let’s have us a little warm-up show.” I thought they’d forgotten about the topless part, until Tommy ruthlessly stripped me of my bra in front of the X. “Now everyone can see the targets,” he said. I was still trying to work that one out when Dante strapped me in. At first I thought he’d made a novice mistake, because I was facing outwards and not towards the wall. Then I saw Tommy’s hateful grin and realised the intention.

Xander whispered into my ear, with his hot breath sending sensations over my skin. "In you both we lay our lives. Please rule us," Hutton added, with tears filling in his eyes as he smiled at me. The moment I nodded, everyone screamed in unending excitement... There was cheering, the beating of drums and jubilation. It was like they all planned it. I couldn't help giggling. Xander took my hand and I snapped my head at him to see those beautiful and charming eyes. "The dream has come true. "You will be my Luna, and together we will restore our pack's name--Blood Moon pack," he grinned, making me blush uncontrollably at the prospect of being his Luna.It sounded so sweet.

tommy growls. My eyes widen the guys stand facing each other, I move to the side wondering what the hell was going on, they seemed to be having some kind of stare down, having some kind of male communication. Tommy with is curly hair sticking up everywhere, though josh has a lager muscle mass and is older thank Tommy, tommy has a few inches on him. I’d never seen a look like his on tommy’s face, he looks threatening. His straight eye brows arched over what used to be cute chocolate brown eyes now looks dark, his usually smiling lips now curled into a menacing smirk. His hands clenched in to fists. “No harm done” josh says a moment later and breaks their stare down. Raising both hands in surr

Drake lounged on the couch, his posture relaxed as he watched Tom with an amused expression. On the other hand, Tom was visibly trembling with fear. He had made the wrong bet. He'd thought Damon could protect him for at least three days, giving him enough time to switch identities and flee the country. But now, he realized how naive and foolish he'd been. Seeing Tom's stunned expression, Drake chuckled and took a sip of coffee from the table. He grimaced slightly. "The coffee here is terrible, but I suppose it'll have to do. It's not like Meristate, after all."

"Okay I'll take that I guess." The drinks came and I clinked my shot glass against Tommy's beer and threw it back. Seeing Tommy was now otherwise occupied the biker told him he was done playing and went to the bar. Tommy asked me if I wanted to play and we shot a quick game. I was a decent player but wasn't really paying attention. I was having more fun distracting Tommy by leaning over the table giving him a view of my black lace bra and making it a point to bend far enough over the table so that you could see I had on matching panties. I let Tommy win and we had another drink, fortunately Mark wasn't paying attention at the moment.

"I am taking care of you." I grumbled under my breath as I followed him to the exclusive boutique. "Xander King?" a man called out. Tommaso Alveordi. Yeah, I don’t think that’s his real name. The man is a hundred percent purebred American. He came forward, his glittery nails sparkling in the studio lights as he reached for Xander to place a kiss on both his cheeks. Xander did not look happy. And that made me feel a little better. Good. He deserved to feel a little uncomfortable.

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.

Alex crossed his legs over each other and replied blankly, "I suspect everyone. But we will have to deal with that later, what is more urgent now is to find those rogues. Do not bother to send a reply to Tommy, the heads of his pack members sent to him in a box will be my reply. You can go, Derrick." Derrick nodded, threw me one final look and headed toward the door, but before he opened the door and walked out, he stopped and added, "Oh, I forgot this part of Tommy's message because it seemed irrelevant and somewhat... confusing. Tommy mentioned that he will start his revenge for his pack members with T..." He paused as if trying to remember the word, before he said, "Right, Tiana. Who the

He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was appealing to him, he waved it at the back of his mind and returned the smile "honestly, they are worst than a bug." The young man laughed softly at his joke before handing him a drink to which he collected, "allow me to introduce myself Mr. Boron, I am Oliver Simon, at your service" he did a dramatic bow which Kane must admit was a little funny since it wasn't necessary. "And what will be your service be to me Mr. Simon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips. "To drive the pests away of course but you must be ready to pay me handsomely."

Tommy 6’2” 19 Black Hair - medium length Grey eyes 190lbs Muscles (The quiet triplet, oldest triplet) Travis (Trav) 6’3” 19 Dirty blonde hair Bluish green eyes 210 lbs Very muscular Covered in tattoos (The athletic triplet) Samara (Sam or Sami) 5’6” 19 Dirty blonde hair Bright blue eyes 130 lbs Very fit with curves Covered in tattoos (The badass fighting triplet, youngest triplet) Maya 5’6” 19 Grey eyes Straight black hair 125lbs Fit with curves A few tattoos (The innocent one) Frankie 5’10” 19 almost 20 Light brown hair Grey eyes Fit with curves Covered in tattoos (Sami’s friend- the tomboy) Dylan 5’7” 19 Blondish/silver hair Dark brown eyes Fit with curves Covered in tattoos Tattoo artist