Novel & Cerita Tommyinnit's Clinic For Supervillains

Tommick stands there for another second before saying, "I've decided! I'll stay with my ex, keep her safe in her most defenceless time. Try and win her love back." Bill smiles and says, "You are one troubled man! Just did you!" Tommick gives him a reassuring nod. "How was your guy?" "Weak!" Bill says before running off into the clouds of smoke and noise coming from another direction. "Brother please be fine", he says to himself. And with that the fight concluded with Tommick Lordbane (one hundred thousand perus) defeating the top ranking Chief Commanding Officer in Area One, CCO Levina Falberta (one hundred thousand perus).

"What are they planning?" "I don't know! I swear I don't know!" Tommy was shaking. "I just drove Vincent places. Took orders. I wasn't part of the inner circle. Wasn't trusted with the real information. I just heard things. Pieces. And I'm telling you everything. Everything I know. Please just keep me safe. Keep me away from them. From The Council." "Who are they?" I pressed. "Names. Faces. Anything concrete."

“We were told to make it look messy, but not lethal. Make sure she’s shaken, but not… y’know, permanently broken.” My fists clenched under the table. “And you didn’t think to question who wanted that done to an innocent woman?” Tommy held my gaze. “We never ask. That’s how we stay alive.” I forced myself to breathe through the spike of anger in my chest. “Was it someone from Ravencrest Asylum?” His brows lifted, genuinely confused. “Never heard of that place.” “Then who the hell paid you?” Tommy took a drag from his cigarette, then flicked the ash into the chipped saucer beside his cup. “An old wealthy woman. That’s all I know.”

Tommy beat Venn the more and made her weaker. Ava, and Jane tried to stop him, but he was too powerful and didn't even let them reach him. Mia was already weak lying on the floor bleeding from her nostrils. Tommy raised his hands to used his claws to finish Venn, that was when an elf just like his size jumped on him. Tommy was angry to see him just as Louis was angry to see him too. The both fought, pounced on each other, bit themselves and tore each other with their claws.

He finally grabbed a white container. “What meds?” Nelo asked, very concerned. Tommy clattered to the floor, convulsing. “Get out...” “Let me help you— “Get out!” Terrified, Nelo scampered out. She had seen different versions of Tommy but never that one. What meds was he talking about?

He had said he wanted a large blast radius and if it went off now Carine would be enslaved for the rest of her days and forced to bear children for the Council. Nothing happened and Tommy grinned at his nervousness, his black and brown teeth vile in the dim light. “See? I’m better than I look,” Tommy said. “Yeah.” Vanadine replied with relief. “So is it ready?” Tommy unplugged the wires from the bottom of the phone and closed the suitcase, pushing it towards Vanadine. “All yours,” he said. “Happy hunting.”

Tommy's face became panicked and distorted at this time. "Wait, don’t leave! Let me... Let me think about it first.” He suddenly uttered, a little hesitant. When Tommy called for Allen and became hesitant, Ava couldn’t help but to admire him. Allen's words were so awesome that he suddenly let Tommy get scared. Tommy could give up the participation of the West Coast Chamber of Commerce for the sake of cooperation with Adam, but he couldn’t tolerate another strong competitor in the pharmaceutical industry in the city! After that, Allen and Ava sat down again. Tommy glanced at them, and finally saw Allen. Allen's name, he also heard he was Smith Group's famous son-in-law, said to be a small cli

“What is yours?” A small smile appears on Tommy’s face. “I can take away the werewolf’s natural ability to recover fast from an injury.” Dee leans back in her chair and teases, “Remind me to never get you pissed about anything.” Wyatt shakes his head. “Tommy doesn’t use the ability like that. The one and only time that he has used his ability was in the great war. All of us worked together to take down Alpha Marcus.” Silence instantly falls over the table as a tension slowly builds.

Her skin was already oozing fluid from the ulcer. Tommy immediately knew Anne's intentions. "Keeping me by your side is just putting yourself in danger," Anne mocked him. Tommy looked at the back of his hand calmly. "Have you forgotten who I am? I am the creator of this virus. I have the cure that all of you have been thinking about." "Give me the cure." "That depends on if you're obedient or not." Tommy extended his hand to touch her face. It took great restraint for Anne not to cut that hand off.

A man sat suspended in the fluid, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm. He didn't look like Dominic. He looked like Silas Thorne at the age of thirty—the predatory curve of the jaw, the arrogant set of the brow, and the long, elegant fingers that had signed the death warrants of a million "donors." "A clone," Tommy whispered, his voice cracking. "He wasn't just trying to live forever through the blood. He was building a replacement." "Not a replacement," a voice boomed, not from the pod, but from the speakers embedded in the obsidian cube. "An archive."