Tomás Novels & Stories

“I doubt it.” “Everyone,” Tom claims. “I’ll prove it.” Then he hops onto an upturned milk crate that’s resting beside one of the stalls, makes his hands into a trumpet, and shouts at the top of his voice. “Okay, Brits, prove me right! What’s your favourite football team?”

They were ready. "Amaya." I spun around. Tomas was standing by the base of the clock tower. He looked even worse than he had in the woods. His clothes were rags, and his face was pale. But it was his eyes that caught my attention. They weren't brown anymore. They were a dull, flat gray. "You came," he said. His voice was hoarse. "Where are the keys, Tomas?" I asked. I kept my hands in my pockets, gripping a small silver knife the boys had given me.

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.

a man with long brown hair, a closely trimmed beard, and grim grey eyes said as he stood beside his horse; a Shire breed to be exact. Standing beside him was a boy who looked the same age as Amaria, He was big and broad he was just as big as Theon but not exactly, Theon would still crash him. He had fair skin, red-brown hair, and chestnut brown eyes. “ Alpha Bran it's been a while, how are things fairing at Hibris,” Theon asked. ' Hibris? That is the farthest city in the whole of Ashmael' “ Everything is fine,” Bran replied with a heartfelt smile on his face.

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.

He says turning to me "Ocean," I say taking his hand "Ah Ocean, nice to meet you, Err is this all of you?" the man smiles "No of course not, there's more hiding out there in the trees, well you have our loyalty but let me introduce you, I'm James this is Danny, Sam, Lidia, Carol and Ed, Justine and Paul," he says pointing to the wolves, in turn, who all either nod or smile. "Want to sit down?" James asks

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

"Allow me to introduce her, sir. Her name is Casandra. Cas, this is Mr. Tomas." Casandra nodded, clasping her hands in front of her chest. "Casandra, sir," she replied politely. "Tomas, just call me Mr. Tomas," Tomas replied. "You are very beautiful and sweet. If only you weren't Robert's girlfriend, I would have matched you with my son Maxime."

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I’m sorry, but I realized I don’t know your name from all our chatting.” “They call me Gelo.” He snapped his legs together and gave her a quick bow. “At your service.” “Nice to meet you, Gelo. This is my friend Keia.” Hera stepped aside. Gelo kissed the back of Keia’s hand, and she watched him with wide eyes. “Thomas will be here soon. I just had to see who he couldn’t stop talking about. Seems like everything he said was spot on.” “All good things, I hope?” “Absolutely.” Gelo accepted the wine offered to him. “Ah, here comes my much older friend now.”