Tommy X Wilbur Novels & Stories

Each day, he experienced suffering that was more relentless than death. From then on, I spent every day counting down to the intimate moments I would share with Tommy. All the while, I prepared myself for his revenge. Rather than assuming his vengeance was for Bernice, I convinced myself that it was directed at money, power, and the injustices of the world. … Tommy's POV My name was Tommy Wilkins. Maybe that day would finally arrive, or maybe it never would…

accompanied by a playful wink. Engaging in light-hearted banter, Jenna retorted, "You may claim me, little wolf, but not until you've explored every inch from head to toe. Apparently, your javelin lacked the size earlier, but fear not, dimensions hold no significance for me, my little wolf." Tommy's eyes widened. "Little? Wait until you recover, and you'll witness how 'little' I was," Tommy jokes, playfully showcasing the dynamic of their mate bond.

Tommy rubbed his face a few times before leaning his head on the steering wheel. "One of our members died a week ago . . . And he's Eva's best friend, Miles."

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

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."

I stand as I introduce Miranda, everyone seems to be getting along considering the situation and I couldn't be happier in this moment. "Boss," I hear someone say as I look over Dimitri's shoulder. "Ah, I was just looking for you," he says bringing the man forward, "this is Kalel, Anton, Miranda and of course Elaine. Everyone this is Tommy my second." As everyone makes their introductions I take in Tommy's appearance. He is shorter than my brothers but taller than Dimitri, he is probably six foot three, brown hair, brown eyes, very well built with tattoos and scars littering most of his forearms and creeping up from under the collar of his shirt.

Murphy mumbled. “Says the guy who already went long on TechGiant,” Tommy retorted mockingly. *** Tommy had been glued to the stock market around the clock since the day they made the bet. It was his new routine. So far, it was looking good— promising, too, and Tommy had high hopes. Aldwin, on the other hand, wasn't finding it funny; he was losing to Tommy this time. They had agreed on two weeks, and there were just two days left.

“We even have similar bunnies!” Tommy said excitedly as he came to stand in front of Valerian. “My bunny is named Gummy. What is yours named?” Tommy asked with a huge smile on his face. “B..Blaze” Valerian said softly. Tommy smiled wider as he excitedly exclaimed “Gummy and Blaze are gonna be best friends just like you and me!” Valerian smiled a little.

He spits. Classy. “Tommy,” Rowan says and I see the wolf jerk in surprise at that. “What?” I ask, turning to her. “His name is Tommy,” she repeats. “He is the usual buffed up, dumb brute. More brawn, less brain. Lives by every word that comes out of Dominic's mouth and breathes by the air that comes from his ass and is unnecessarily cruel. You can't break him. To him, Dominic is the beginning and the end. Which is good,” she finishes.

"Tommy. We'd been separated for years. I'd been looking for him since I was eighteen. Spent every penny I had, followed every lead. Nothing." Brigail found herself listening despite herself. "When Mr. Michealson took over from his father, he started digging into everyone who worked for him. Found out about Tommy. Didn't tell me, though. Just started looking. Deployed a whole team of investigators." "Why?" Brigail asked. Jimmy shrugged. "Said he didn't want to get my hopes up if it didn't work out. Three months later, they found him. Tommy was in bad shape. Crystal meth addict, working as a runner for a drug syndicate in Carson City."