Tomás Novels & Stories

Getting out of the suv I was greeted by a man named Tomas. “Good Morning sir, my name is Tomas and I am here on behalf of the Island Cartel.” He spoke. “Ah, yes as expected. And I assume you brought the goods?” I squint at him. “Of course sir, only the best!” Tomas expelled excitedly. Tomas led me towards a large white yacht parked in my underground dock. “You brought 100lbs of morphine on that?!” I was shocked. “You’re lucky you didn’t get searched.” Jason adds.

As Alessandro was speaking a voice interrupted him. "Mr. Alessandro? Can I have a word with you?" The CEO of Humble textile, Tom Fend asked as he looked at the duo. Alessandro glanced at John Spencers and nodded. "Excuse me gentle man..." saying it John Spencers left from there. In a corner a Sabrina stood with head high as she wiped her tears away smiling happily on how her husband had put that scornful woman on her place..... _______

Tomas made a decision. He turned and walked toward the supply tents, his mind already working through possibilities. He had a few ideas. Tomas's birds were not like other messenger birds. While the kingdom's official couriers huddled in their lofts, waiting for the weather to break, Tomas's pigeons flew. Through snow, through wind, through the kind of cold that froze lesser birds mid-flight. They were thicker-chested, harder-eyed, bred for generations by Tomas's grandfather and his grandfather before him.

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.

The other went to take some ointment and covered Tomas with it. "Who is he, Aya?" Diana asked as she watched them. "He is Tristan's Twin. One of the recruits of knight Ambrose and knight Leo. But Tomas wasn't chosen, so he left Redberg Village and ventured to the Dark Natives cavern and became their human spy. Weeks layer, he sought refuge here when his twin died and his troops from Sulu's forces. But he was gone missing for days and we thought he died in the tunnel. Just like those who dare to venture more before him. Thank you for bringing him back Diana."

“I’m ready. Please, fuck me.” Tomás groans and one hand disappears behind the desk. He lines his head up to press against my entrance. While he’s still sucking my nipple, he starts to push inside of me. He’s so wide. Not as long as Scott, but definitely thicker, if that’s even possible. He stretches me wall to wall and I throw my head back, gasping as he goes in to the hilt. “Do you like that?” he asks. As if I’m going to tell him no! “Si, profe,” I reply.

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

she said. The strap on his pack had twisted beneath the buckle, pulling the load off centre. Corin fixed it. “Better?” Myla tested the strap. “It’ll stop cutting into your shoulder by midday.” He grinned. “Worth the trip already, then.” She did not smile back. Tomas stood near Rhea’s horse with a wrapped bundle under one arm. He had brought dried meat and a cloth pouch Elna had prepared for any feverroot they found. “You should be with Poppy,” Rhea told him.

James seems to be concerned for different reasons. “Well, he didn’t deny it when I asked — he said that they all know how the kid died and who was responsible. Bobs your fucking uncle. Another tequila please!” I think the bartender is eavesdropping, she’s already looking when I sway in her direction. I need both arms to hold myself up. “On the house.” Probably shouting me a drink for the entertainment. “Damon would never.” Tami is frowning. I’ve always thought she wouldn’t mind boinking him. She did seem to fancy Damon, actually. And why wouldn’t he?

Tom turned around to show off. “Sexy!” Avery exclaimed. “And who's this cute guy?” Tom pointed at Damian. “Your boyfriend?” “What?” Avery widened her eyes. “No! He's my—” she stared at Damian, not sure about what to say. “My best friend?” Damian raised an eyebrow. “You don't look so sure.” “I'm Damian Foster,” Damian shook Tom's hand. “Thomas Peterson, but you can call me Tom.” the model smiled. “I hope he was good to you, Ave.”