Tomtord Comic Novels & Stories

Nicholas walked more inside the warehouse and reached to the room with his men behind him. There sat a man with so many tattoos littered at his whole body. When he saw Nicholas in front of him and stood up lowering his head in respect. He was a skilful artist whom Nicholas has hired for the man who he sees for once and wants their urgent photos so he ask him to make sketches of them. "Voglio che tu faccia uno schizzo adesso." Nicholas ordered him and the artist immediately sat on the stool. (Translation: I want you to make a sketch right now.)

With a final tap, a soft hum whispered through the room—the sound of bulletproof panels sliding into place behind the bookshelves, barely seen but very much present. “Ah, the sweet serenade of carbon fiber composites,” Tom thought wryly, “Music to my ears and a real party pooper for stupid bullets.” He glanced around, noting the position of each henchman with the same ease as if he were mentally bookmarking their profiles on MafiaMatch.com. “Swipe left, swipe right—nope, not a single dateable quality unless you’re into guys who communicate in grunts.” “Are we done with this circus, Tomas?” Grossman interrupted him, trying to reclaim the stage as his voice cut through the tension.

The pretty but too thin creature knelt down and put his hands on his thighs as he bowed his head in obedience. "Another one of whatever he's having for him, bourbon straight for me,” Fat Tom said to the waiter who appeared. Once they were alone again, the fat feline finally introduced himself. "I am Gran Martelli of the Martelli Syndicate. Relax, I am not that Martelli. I'm his cousin. There are some odd things going down at my totally legit warehouse and I think I may have gotten tangled up in a big ball of yarn, if you know what I mean." Hades sighed. "Let me guess, you got into it with a Teffald or you got it on with a Teffald and your rival families are angry."

Jiroo yelled. "Well at least, you got yourself the same dumbass as you, unlike this guy who seems doesn't know how to talk or smile." Tom scoffed and we all looked at his other version who's just staring at him without showing any emotion. "You're supposed to be like this, why are you like that?" Vampire Tom asked that he barely opened his mouth while talking. "Because my own squad are all stupid and they made me like this." Tom snorted. "You surely haven't met my squad." The vampire said and he chuckled throatily. "Especially those four." He pointed at Sean, Jonas, Jiroo and the man next to me.

Nonetheless, Tommy had done everything of his own volition because he didn't want the loan shark to harvest his organs. On his way back home, Tommy broke down when he saw his sex videos playing on the big LCD screen in front of the nightclub. The road was filled with crowds taking photos of the LCD screen, commenting on his moaning and flexibility. Although some of the videos were censored, everyone could tell Tommy had sex with a man. The worst part was he wasn't even gay.

Tala catches at her, trying to get her to stop. “Nah he’s not. Stop fooling around, Aiden,” Tom says, “We’ve got vids to watch, come on, man.” He turns to walk off and almost runs into the figure that’s come up behind him. A man, dark haired. The man grins, and his eye teeth grow into points. Tom steps back uncertainly. “Cool teeth, dude, didn’t mean to bump into you, we’re just going.” Tom steps sideways. The black-haired man steps sideways to match, still grinning.

“Apart from that day, we always worked together. That’s all.” “Sure,” Tommy drawls, clearly enjoying himself. “You worked together. Must’ve been some real emotional labor, huh?” “Drop it,” I warn lightly, though the corner of my mouth betrays me with a twitch. Tommy laughs, pushing off the bars. “Relax, man. I’m just teasing. Can’t blame you though—dude’s pretty. Soft-spoken. Kinda reminds me of those NYC models that make me feel my five days in the gym’s shit.”

POV Matthew “Hey.” Tommy’s voice came through the screen, scratchy and tired. His face filled my phone, eyes shadowed, dark circles deep enough to swim in. His hair was longer than the last time I saw him—messy, unwashed. The hood of his sweatshirt was pulled tight over his head like armor. “Rough day?” I asked softly. “Try a rough week.” Tommy snorted. “Or a month. Or… I don’t know, my whole fucking life.”

Eating raw tomatoes was not Angela’s thing but these tomatoes looked tasty. “Grungy!” Tahoma cried out, walking towards the robust elf named Grungy. Grungy belched loudly, using his hand to hit his stomach. The stomach made a loud noise. That caused him to pass out some gas. “Eww,” they said covering their noses from the awful smell coming out of the elf. “Tahoma is that you? All I can see is red.” “You have been eating too many tomatoes.” “You came back early.” Grungy turned to the unknown people beside him, looking at them carefully. They were taller and bigger than them. They had to be humans. “Who are they?” Grungy said, spitting out some tomato seeds.

The tattooed guy sniggered "Nirva it's okay, let's leav.. " Apologize now before I do something crazy" Nirvana said, cutting Aliya off "If I were you, I'll leave like your friend said" The guy said coming closer to Nirvana. " you're pretty, do you mind if I f*ck you instead of your... He couldn't complete his statement when Nirvana landed a punch on his mouth and he staggered "I'm crazy yunno" She sniggered and before the guy could fathom what was going on, She was already on top of him punching the hell out of his face