Tord X Tom Novels & Stories

He looked pale but surprisingly good for someone who'd been shot less than twenty-four hours ago. "Hi," he said, his gaze moving over our group with obvious confusion. "I'm Tommy." "We know," Troy said, stepping forward with confidence. "I'm Troy, and these are my brothers Lake and Soren. We brought you stuff because Dad said you were hurt and probably bored." Tommy's eyes moved to Xenois with a question in them. "My sons wanted to meet you," Xenois explained. "And apparently decided you needed entertainment." "That's really nice," Tommy said, looking genuinely touched as the boys started unpacking their offerings onto the bedside table. "Thank you guys. I've actually been pretty bored."

But Tom wasn't just muscle; he was a wolf, a soldier in the local pack whose presence usually kept the peace. “Actually, yeah,” Santa admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “Those two... they have a different vibe. More... aggressive.” Sam didn't hesitate. Within minutes, Tom emerged from the back office. He was massive, his chest straining against a black t-shirt, his knuckles scarred from a lifetime of enforcing the pack's will. As he leaned against the bar, his nostrils flared, scenting the air. His eyes fixed on the suits with a low, vibrating intensity. To the suits, he was a bouncer; to anyone with a nose, he was a predator marking his territory.

"What is this?" I gestured to Tom. "This is Tom. He is someone I know well. I just found out that he has been in the community for the past two months. He has information about the smugglers. He knows who they are. He has been gathering evidence, and he needs help to finally find the masterminds behind the virus." Kael's eyes lingered on Tom for a moment longer. Then he looked at me, and his expression softened slightly. "Are you okay?"

To let off steam, he’s been tempted to explore his long-repressed sexuality with his son’s twenty-year-old friend. Tom, a twenty-eight-year-old firefighter from Texas, is desperate to get away from his dad’s prejudice about his sexuality, and an unstable relationship that just recently ended. He takes a temporary position in Mesa where he sets eyes on the most gorgeous male specimen he’s ever seen in the form of the fire chief, Eric Anderson. At first convinced that the chief is straight, he accidentally catches him one night with a young guy, and is now determined to let the chief know he’s interested.

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”

Tom said, chuckling mockingly, "What kind of name is that?" In an instance Jereum was in front of him, knife blade pressed against his throat. "The kind of name that would allow me slit your throat if you don't shut up pretty face." I saw the anger in Tom's eyes. He probably wanted to attack but knew better than to play with a vampire pushing a knife to your throat. Tia started taking to Jabari who seemed to have taken a good amount of interest in her, Cole was laughing at the Tom's facial expressions saying that Tom looked like he was laying an egg.

In the next footage the man was pulling out the bloody knife and carefully planting it near Alejandro’s desk. I gripped the edge of my chair, my nails digging into the wood. “Well?” Tom didn’t speak, he rewound the footage, his expression unchanged. But his fingers paused over the trackpad. He leaned in, staring hard at the screen. “What is it?” I asked, my pulse racing. “Look here.” He pointed at the corner of the frame where a sleeve slipped back just enough to reveal a tattoo. Tom muttered. “It’s a mark. Symbol of the Serpents.”

Tom is a cute 8 years old kid with ash blond hair and dark blue eyes, he is the son of one of the Omegas in the pack. "Hi Tom," I said smiling at him while ruffling his hair. "Hi Alpha, can i have my ball back please" He said while giving me a cute toothy smile. "Sure, but first tell me that have you been behaving well at school, last time i checked you were disturbing your teacher a lot" i asked with a questioning look. "Yes Alpha, when you got into the accident i prayed to the moon goddess that if she makes you better then i will not disturb my teacher at school anymore" he said while giving me his cute smile.

he nods yes looking at me, he slowly removes his hands "Yes mum I am fine" he whispers, good girl, he lets go and dives onto my bed "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he looks at me and smiles "are you from school? , did they dare you to do this because there's nothing for me to show" He laughs "Chill lady, Forgive me, let me introduce myself, I am Tommy, but my friends call me Tom, wait, no they just call me Tommy" he laughs What the-

Tommy's wolf is younger, leaner, a charcoal gray with patches of white. They circle, snarling, teeth bared. Blood mats Xander's shoulder—a deep gash that drips onto the stone floor. Tommy favors his left hind leg, a wound oozing crimson. They've been fighting for a while. Tommy lunges first, aiming for Xander's throat. Xander sidesteps, pivots, and sinks his teeth into Tommy's flank. Tommy yelps, twisting, but Xander holds on, shaking his head violently. Tommy's legs buckle.