Tomtord Comic Novels & Stories

Tom just said, ignoring Tudd, who had reached out his hand for a handshake. “Right now?,” Damon asked, surprised at Tom's treatment of Tudd. “Right now,” he said. “You do not seem to take in to me,” Tudd said, smiling. That irritated Tom. He didn't see any reason for his demeanor. Determined to hit home his point, he took a couple of steps closer to Tudd, stood face to face with him, and said, “If you haven't noticed, I do not like you, and I can never bring myself to. The sight of you makes me think that death is more beautiful than life.”

Tom waited a bit and called back again. Lou, are you okay? Laughter and Russian speech in the background. - Already yes ... f-u-u-x, you need to quit smoking. Fuck. - What did you do there? - We are nothing, it's Rosvo, the red-haired bastard, pissed on the "bear skin"! Turned away for a minute! — Ha! Here's the crazy guy! "Tommy, Roswo isn't a bastard!" came Kitty's voice. He thought it was an object! An inanimate thing.

Tom said, chuckling mockingly, "What kind of name is that?" In an instance Jereum was in front of him, knife blade pressed against his throat. "The kind of name that would allow me slit your throat if you don't shut up pretty face." I saw the anger in Tom's eyes. He probably wanted to attack but knew better than to play with a vampire pushing a knife to your throat. Tia started taking to Jabari who seemed to have taken a good amount of interest in her, Cole was laughing at the Tom's facial expressions saying that Tom looked like he was laying an egg.

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."

Then she dumped him for some actor-slash-douchebag and ghosted him mid-rent. He’d ranted about it on F******k once. A two-paragraph poetic meltdown under a photo of spaghetti. Perfect. I logged into my old, dusty F******k account. The one I used when my only friend was a ramen cup and a school library computer. I searched him. Tomas De Nero: Web Developer | Freelance Security Consultant | “Don’t Cross Me” Oh, sweet karma. His DMs were open. I typed: Hey Tomas. Long time no talk. I think we have a mutual enemy… and I have a very interesting offer.

"I was fighting a losing battle." Does that mean he was losing the fight? Jonas thought, But he was fighting them on equal footing, I saw... The New Guy walks to where Rev sits and takes a full bottle of dragon spire ale from before her and starts to walk back to his seat. "Don't underestimate the sense of sight insects." "Hey elegant bastard! How dare you challenge my goddess?" Tommick was enraged at the fact that he had taken Rev's ale. He throws a kick at the new guy who grabs him by the leg and throws him through the tavern wall without any effort.

What the hell is up with Toma! "Then why am I so afraid?…" "A-Afraid of what?" He fell silent for a moment then gets off of me. "Then why am I so afraid that you don't think I'm hot?" … "What?" A huge grin appears on his face. "Tee-hee." "YOU FUCKING WEIRD ASSHOLE!" And Toma got to kiss my fists. sfx: pak

I knew the way he held himself, even before I saw his face. “It can't be,” I whispered. Slowly, he stepped forward. The moonlight hit him then, spilling over his features, chasing the shadows away. Tommy. My breath caught. It couldn’t be. It had to be a trick. My mind playing games because I missed him too much. Because I’d been praying for him too without even realizing it. But it was him. Tommy. My childhood best friend. The nephew of Alpha Dorian of Red Moon Pack.

“Turkey is fresh, and it’s time to rub it in so much butter that everyone should be a little concerned.” My dad continued regaling Lora with a story about a particularly pointed letter to the editor he’d gotten published while she got everything out needed for the turkey. Lora elbowed her with a meaningful look, but she just shook her head. This wasn’t the time she wanted to get into everything. she needed to retreat from her emotions to keep everything in place. That was the only way she was going to get through this.

Grace said but was interrupted by Grey, the tattoed guy. "Did he harass you?" He said loudly and got up suddenly and Grace glared at him. He shrunk down as he noticed her gaze and went silent. "Shut up, Grey." Kai, the blonde guy said and pissed him, which was his revenge for teasing him earlier. "Gracie, you tell me what happened?" Chloe, the blonde girl said and glared at the boys who had started fighting. "That professor keeps giving me so much work, like man, I have a life as well. I can't do anything else because of him." She complained and the other gave her sympathetic looks.