Tommy X Tubbo Novels & Stories

Tommy said in a distressed voice over the phone "I know about it and do all you can to bring it down on your side coco must not find out about this she would not understand okay?I said in cold but pleading voice. "Okay sir I'll do my best."Tommy said confidently and the call ended. I picked up my phone to call Ben,he was an owner of a big media firm and a very good childhood friend of mine,he would be able to give a little amount of help if not huge Ben picked the call on the first ring like he had been expecting my call.

Red welts and partially healed scabs covered his face from years of drug use and Vanadine thought Tommy might just be on the edge of a heart attack as greasy sweat poured from him despite the chill in the house. “No. Was I supposed to?” Vanadine asked, trying to keep away from the sour stench of decay and dirt that wafted from Tommy. “I’m due a delivery,” he said in a tone of despair and misery. “I’ll call Tony,” he added. Vanadine watched as Tommy scrabbled about on his desk, eventually finding an ancient mobile phone with tattered and yellow keys. He tapped in a number he obviously knew well and waited. “Hi Tony, it’s Tommy. Your man’s here but…” He trailed off and Vanadine could hear the

I miss her. "Now Zayne isn't here, I need to ask you something I'm curious about," Tommy whispered. He was Zyaire's dark-haired friend with dark blue eyes and freckles all over his nose. Notwithstanding, he was still pretty in a cute kind of way. But you know how these things work, as long as he's in the midst of guys like Stephan and Zyaire, his beauty doesn't count much.

Tommy ran into the bedroom, brought out an iron box, and retrieved a bank card. Tipsy, he slapped it on the table and uttered, "This is my savings. It's not much. I only have about half a million dollars. Take it if you need it. Consider it my investment." Sebastian glanced at the bank card and let out a hearty laugh. "Forget it. I have some savings myself," Sebastian said and pushed the bank card back to Tommy. "No, take it! Sebastian, you're planning to start a company or set up a clinic. "As your friend, I have to help you out. Feel free to use it. Even if your business fails, it's fine," Tommy insisted under the influence of alcohol.

He stepped back so fast he nearly missed the stair. And before anyone could recover— Tommy walked out of the kitchen holding a chicken wing between his teeth. He stopped when he saw us. Looked at Serena. Looked at me. Slowly pulled the chicken wing out of his mouth. “Why did nobody tell me they were already here?” Tyler was laughing too hard to speak. Tommy looked down at himself. Gym shorts. No shirt. Sauce on one hand. “Oh come on.” That did it. Serena laughed first.

So, I cracked the door open a tiny bit and peeked inside. There he was. Damian. He had Alyssa bent over his desk, slamming into her from behind. Her back was arched, her body naked, and she was screaming his name. He looked up, saw me watching... and just smirked. Didn’t stop. Didn’t flinch. Just kept fucking her like I wasn’t even there. “Asshole.” I screamed. Then I turned and ran out and lit the match that could ruin the only thing I ever wanted. Instead of going home, I found Tommy. He’s always been my release. Whenever my life spirals, he’s ready. Always hard and always desperate to please me. He also never asks questions.

He drank half of the pint and wiped his mouth with agitation. "We were there two weeks ago, 'member? The gang shooting?" He paused again, squinting his eyes. "Tommy was running mescaline for them, for their super-secret midnight rituals... Has to be pure, nothing synthetic... Gives them the high they need to contact the demon world... That's what he told me, at least."

"Why? Are you the president or what? "No. I'm one who commands wealth and respect in all parts of the world. I'm Jayden James Bruno. Got it" Tommy tittered. "Chill bro. I didn't mean any harm. I made a mistake. I had bumped into her and dropped my glass of wine on her outfit. I was just trying to help her clean up, that's all" "Get lost" "What? Jayden shot a death stare. "Get, lost! "Yes. I'm out. Geez, so possessive" Tommy said storming out.

Tommy replied, stepping off the stool and following her to the table. Susie took a seat opposite her friend, leaving him to sit between them. "Hi," Tommy said to Casey, offering her his hand. "I'm Tommy." She took his hand gently, holding it for just a fraction longer than necessary, her hand warm in mine. "I'm Casey," she replied. "Thanks for the drink."

Agatha is leaving. "Why should I say goodbye?" I stood idly by. Tommy's black hair was uproar, his forehead was sweaty, which caused some strands of hair to stick to her. He wore black jeans, a black t-shirt and wore a small piercing in the corner of his lower lip. A more or less large lightning-shaped tattoo stood out on his neck. Tommy was a bad boy. "Well, you're right." Did you like the song? It was especially for you. I shrugged my shoulders.