Tomtord Sin Comic Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Isabella became a complete statue at her place neither moving nor saying anything. The person who just called her a little thief was Nicholas. He smashed the officer's head by hammer so many times so the flesh of him flew everywhere staining the walls and his face. After torturing the officer so much even after his death he left the warehouse immediately ordering his men to clean the disgusting mess he created.

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.

I summon my courage and look up. And there he is, like the king of the underworld, walking out of the dark, his hands stained with blood, and the other hand clutching the throat of one of the thugs. He really appeared, it's him, the king of hell, Leonardo Cassano. A demon who became my salvation tonight.

"Damn, that's savage. Remind me never to get on your bad side." "I'm just playing with you, girl. But really, if that man hurts you, go for his balls. It's their weakness. You go, I'll be fine. If you ever need me, you know where I am," she stated, hugging me tightly, her familiar scent of lavender soap and cigarette smoke wrapping around me like comfort. "You're going to be fine. The way he looks at you, it is how my Tommy used to look at me before his sight went to shit." She backed up, cupping my face tightly with warm, calloused hands. "Let him love you. Broken things need and deserve to be loved too. In fact, they're often more passionate because they feel as if they don't deserve it. Y

They didn’t raise their guns… but they didn’t smile either. One of the guards pressed a finger to his earpiece, murmuring something low. Seconds later, the door swung open. Torres stepped out. He was mid-forties, tan suit despite the heat, gold chain glinting at his throat. His smile was lazy, but his eyes were sharp… the kind that measured every move before deciding if it was worth killing for. “Ace,” he said, spreading his arms. “You are either very brave… or very stupid.” Ace grinned. “Usually both.”

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.

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.

"And this dinosaur is his best friend, Chompy. They go on adventures together and save people from bad guys." "What kind of bad guys?" I asked, genuinely curious about how his mind worked. "The kind that are mean to people," Tom said matter-of-factly. "Like people who don't share or who say mean things. Mr. Waddles and Chompy teach them to be nice." "That sounds like very important work," I said, watching him concentrate on his drawing. "The most important," Tom agreed. He looked up at me suddenly, marker still in hand. "Are you a good guy or a bad guy?"