Tomtord Sin Novels & Stories

He'd saved the delusional tom from whatever horrible fate the formerly trustworthy High Priests were about to bring down on him. He didn't regret it. But the no-fur didn't know where that left him. The tom, Hades, was looking for a specific no-fur, one he had named Doll. Hades very firmly believed he'd found that precious no-fur in him. The brain-addled no-fur wasn't sure how to deal with that. There didn't seem to be any convincing him otherwise.

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.

Just grown more dangerous. Damian Alexander. The boy who ruined high school for me. The son of my mother’s boss. My best friend’s boyfriend. What the fuck have I done? “Who the hell are you?” he barked, his voice sharp and demanding. “How the fuck did you get here?”

I pointed at Xander, who still had his back to us. Leander chuckled. “That doesn't mean we aren't identical. Wait till you see his face,” he assured me. Once Xander was sure the car was locked, he turned towards us. My eyes widened as my mouth fell open. Yes, he did look exactly like my husband but the hotter version of him. He was wearing a short-sleeved top, showing his biceps, which were twice Leander's own, and tattoos scattered all over his arm. His face had that kind of dark, erotic beauty that I only thought was seen on men who appeared on TV. And as he stalked towards us, I had to pull my thighs together.

And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostra as his presence incites nothing but fear and bewildered respect amongst people. He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently.

I’m unable to hold in a growl John raises an eyebrow, “Alpha Sin is asleep and not up for visitors, as for Jessie, she hasn’t been here” “I don’t give a shit” and I shove past him, Liam following behind with a grimace. I wasn’t even sure where that assholes room was, but I started banging doors open and flicking on lights, Liam turning them off and shutting them behind me. Finally reaching the end of a hallway, I kick open the double doors of the room and see Alpha Sin sit up in bed, he looks fucking terrible. Like he was hit by a car, scrapes on his arms and shoulders, blood coating his hands, his hair completely sticking up in odd directions and a look of defeat on his face, like he gave z

Just business. When the smoke started to fade, Nolan called for a pullback. They regrouped on the ridge. Torque’s body was already bagged and hidden by the old fuel tank. Nolan’s shoulder bled through his shirt, Ace’s hands were a mess of grease and blood, and Jax had picked up a limp. They looked wrecked.

“All this time you’ve been walking around the house in those baggy hoodies and loose jeans, pretending to be the perfect innocent little stepsister… and you’re actually Lunar Katt? The masked slut who twerks her ass and spreads her dripping pussy on camera for thousands of guys?” Her mouth fell open and closed several times opened again. Her face had gone completely pale like she was about to pass out. “Please… Nelson, it’s not what you think. I can explain…” I pulled my phone out, opened my secret folder, and hit play. The sound of her own pornstar moans immediately filled the small bathroom. On the screen, Lunar Katt was on all fours, completely naked except for the black mask, back arched

But as I rounded a corner, I bumped into someone. I mumbled an apology and looked up, meeting the eyes of a handsome, or should I say beautiful, man. He was tall and muscular, with dark, messy hair. He wore a plain black t-shirt and black cargo pants. His jawline was sculpted perfectly, his face smooth and flawless, with perfectly trimmed stubble. Studs adorned both ears, and a chain hung around his neck. My eyes fell on his body, drawn to the tattoos that clung to his forearm and neck.

Oh Santiago, it wasn’t the perfect time to send me this. I swiped again and the man’s face came into the limelight. He was Mariano Roman; Lorenzo’s son. Ahhh FUCK! I slammed the phone on the ground and yelled till my throat was in my mouth. She was with him. No. No. No. No. No. NOO! My head involuntarily had a fit of tremor, it would explode any second. How could she be with our son’s rival? Did she know his family killed her mother? I would burn her down if she’d ever think of him ever again. Enough with the freedom that she was misusing.