Tomás Novels & Stories

Something he had vowed never to happen. “Good morning, Mom,” Tom greeted. That’s how their relationship is. Tom is a handsome guy with a beard, tall and muscling. He was from a noble family in Lagos, Nigeria. “Come in,” Their mother gestured for him to enter, stepping aside for him to pass. Tom walked inside, ignoring the hateful glares thrown at him from Matthew. “Good morning, Tom,” Holly greeted and flashed him a bright smile, taking her seat. “Good morning, Tom,” Murry greeted and walked to him.

Alfredo Fabri POV As you might already known, I am Alfredo Fabri. Within the Family, I simply go by Fabri, but outside the Family, they call me “The Butcher”. Why, you ask?. Well, if you stick around long enough, then you might just find out. All my life, I've always been second. Second this, second that, and currently I am Sottocapo, ranking as the second to the Boss of the Colombo Family. I know, it sucks, but that's reality.

Chelsea gripped the tombstone tightly as the pain crept in, constricting her chest. Chelsea wished she could scream, plead for God to give her father a chance to wake up and explain the true timeline, because she swore by everything that until this moment, she couldn't believe that Tomas wasn't her biological father. Despite Margareth's indifference, Tomas had always said that if that woman hurt his heart, he would be upset.

He went on and on for minutes before lifting a glass of wine. "Let's make a toast to new friendships, new deals and to Taurus AT500." They all raised their glass. When he dropped form the podium Marcellus directed her towards him." That's Henri Knight, owns Taurus car company." Marcellus spoke. Mr Knight who had been busy discussing with a few people sat on a chair with a raven haired female beside him and a glass of scotch. "I must say your cars are exraordinaire." Knight, turned to face him."are you a lover of the Taurus collection?"

Santiago’s voice was curious, yet heavy underlined with authority. “T-Tomás, señor. Tomás Santos.” His eyes were still glued to the ground, his face turning red. Santiago smirked. “Ah, the saint. Good job, Tomás.” His voice carried rare approval. Tomás stiffened, the corner of his mouth twitching. “G-gracias, El León.” His voice was barely a breath. Just as I was watching the young man, studying him, Santiago’s hand slid lower on my back, steering me toward the staircase. “Come, mi ángel.”

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

I looked round at the place I'd grown up in. "Where's Dad?" I asked, and before the sentence was completed, he appeared from the kitchen, and tackled me into a hug. I kissed his cheek, hugging back tightly. He pulled away and eyed Mariano. Mariano gulped. My dad was ex navy, and his glare could kill. "Mister Forte," He said, confidently still, and shook hands with my father, "I'm Mariano. Isabelle's boyfriend. Thank you for having me." Dad looked him up and down. "What do you do, Mariano?"

I pointed out. He gave a small nod, looking down at me for a second before he looked straight ahead and led me to wherever, "yes, I own Matlock and everything on it. It is my island, my own little country." I let out a low whistle, "oh, I had no idea. So is this like your inauguration or something like that?" "Something like that," he responded as we turned down a hallway, "it's a celebration...an introduction." "Introduction?" I repeated with wonder, "what are you introducing?"

“How did that happen anyway?” “My mother had red hair and my father was Black so here I am,” Nora explained. Ivanka threw her hands up, sending a fry flying. “I was just stating facts! And anyway, you both know these stuff are unhealthy.” “No, it’s not.” Zehra said. Ivanka and Nora raised their eyebrows at her and she smiled. “Well, there’s the bread, it’s carbohydrates, totally good for our body. And lettuce, it’s a veggie! And the tomato, its-”

my little Toddy! Are you hungry baby?" Todd groaned at the baby nickname that his mother had given him when he was 2 years old. "Oh..mom.." he twisted out of her tight grasp, cleared his throat and stood up extra straight. He ran his hands down his shirt as if to iron out any wrinkles just in case his mom had ruffled him up. "Now Mom. Yes I am hungry. what are you making? "I'm making biscuits eggs and bacon for my special angels. where is your sister?" She asked as she peeked down the hallway looking for her daughter. Usually Todd and his sister woke up at the same time. She rarely seen one without the other. "She's still asleep mom, I didn't want to wake her because she looked really tired