Tony Cat Novels & Stories

Tony froze instantly; Was that a woman beside his boss? He raised his hands and wiped his eyes immediately to be sure he wasn't seeing things. Who is she? He was sure it wasn't a client because he arranged the meetings himself, so who was she? He was lost staring at both of them and he didn't hear when Liam ordered him to follow him into his office. Kate stared at tony, who had his mouth half open, she wondered if she had a stain on her face; “Tony Gruber!”

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Maybe it is because of his low cut hair. “Kate, it has been a long time; you look great,” he complimented. I smiled. “How are you doing?” I asked Tanner’s POV Kate was the first person that ever treated me like a human being. It is such a pity that I was a jerk back then. I don’t deserve her. “I am doing great, I have been to therapy. I am healing and working as well.” Kate’s POV I was pleasantly surprised. “That means that your parole might be coming up maybe two years from now?” I asked excitedly.

is exactly what led to him contacting Cassie for the first time. At 38 years old, Tony was the definition of a simple guy. He worked 9-5. He spent time on the weekends with his wife and his friends and complained on Reddit when the writers of his favorite TV shows botched the ending. He's the quintessential mature, responsible man ... who also happened to love p**n. A lot.

-Luciano- It has been a few days since the attack, a few days of silence. Tony was running shit for me, Eno, and I watched. Tony expressed his concern about how things were happening when Eno stepped around, when he started ‘disappearing’ months before the news of Tommy being a rat came out.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

Tony says, stuffing his face. I smile, “it was me.” Tony drops to his knees in front of me, dramatically, “Sophie Victoria Sol, please be mine forever.” We all laugh. See comic relief. Tony is tall, I’d say 6’4”, curly black hair, bit of a tan, great muscular body and that smile. Always with the smile! “Do you want to break it to Neal or should I?” I ask. “Who is he? Does he matter, I love you!” Tony is really laying it on thick! So here goes nothing. Let’s see how far Mr. Spartan wants to take this.

“Are you expecting someone?” Tony shakes his head but she doesn’t believe and glares at Tony. “Pray that isn’t one of your girlfriends..or I swear I’ll cut off your balls! She threatened him. Tony quickly slams his legs together and cover his dick. “What? I need this to create my pups you know? He replies dramatically as ever. Tonia got up and head towards the door, she opens it and saw a guy outside, she tilts his head and saw a tattoo on the guy’s neck.

"Tell me about him." "Surprisingly, not that far off from the peanut gallery back there. Down to earth, mostly. Kinda rough around the edges, though. He's a cocky manly man, y'know the type. Kind of a womanizer. But he's kind, even if he tries to come off cool and indifferent. His heart is golden," Dillon said fondly. "He's an interesting guy." "Cool dude I'm happy for you! Don't forget you've known me longer. So, when did you meet this Tony character?" Kat gave him a half grin.

A voice came from behind, and I turned around to see a short-grown man with a white mustache growing on his face, rubbing his palms together. “Really?” I asked, intrigued. Clinton grunted from behind me, but I didn't pay him heed. “Yes, the young lad's name was Tayo, and he believed that werewolves are real and that he had seen one transforming before.” Now, I was certainly intrigued. Wrapping my arms around my chest, we listened to him tell us more about Tayo. And from all the things he spoke about the boy, it somehow convinced me that he must have actually seen one before. And for that to be a woman, then…