Wallpaper Tomboy Novels & Stories

“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.”

“It’s such a soft and natural colour. We’re going to decorate the room in vines and flowers, and pretty animals.” “Why are you talking?” Anna asks. “Tommy!” April pouts to him. Tom looks at Anna with an irritated glare, “stop harassing April.” “How could this be considered harassing?” Victor’s voice is as neutral as when I’d arrived. “She asked a valid question. Why would April have any insight on your baby choices.” “She’s my assistant.” I wonder momentarily if Victor learned April’s name personally or if he is assuming this must be her. “And I need her to help me with the house because my wife is too busy getting lunch with her boss and friends during work hours.” Tom stands, pulling me wi

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

Caleb POV I woke up at six after maybe two hours of sleep, showered, dressed in casual clothes that felt foreign (jeans and a sweater instead of my usual suit), and tried to prepare myself for the most important day of my life. Today I'd spend real time alone with Tom. Well, supervised by Bella, but still. I had no idea what I was doing. Lisa had already transformed Tom's room overnight. The walls were now painted a soft blue-green that Tom had chosen, and workers were scheduled to install the upgraded glow-in-the-dark stars this afternoon. A delivery of toys was coming at noon, age-appropriate options Lisa had researched extensively.

I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy. Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Tom, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes. That niggle of jealousy rises up again. “First and last time,” he rumbles. Everyone smiles and Tom looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”

She figured Ray was in his fifties but he proved age was nothing but a number as he carried his youngest son with ease to the door. Ava followed as she whispered goodnight to Jesse. She silently followed Ray up the stairs. Then she quickly rounded around him to open Tom’s bedroom door. Tom’s comforter was black and white with matching sheets and pillow cases. He had a pet hamster in a cage on the desk that was under the window. His pet tarantula was in a glass case on top of his dresser. His furniture was painted white. He had a corkboard on the wall with various papers on it. Several drawings of horses and landscaping of mountains were framed and hung on his wall. Ava had learned Tom liked

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

~ Thomas~ TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ASSAULT. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. As I flipped through the magazine, my gaze landed on a boldly scribbled heading– 30 UNDER 30: THOMAS BROWN TOPS THE LIST 3 YEARS IN A ROW. I felt a surge of embarrassment as I gazed at the outdated photo of myself plastered on the page. Couldn't they have made a minimal effort to find a recent picture, perhaps from my I*******m?

said the little girl as she took Alyne's hand to take her to her new room. "So, your room is right next to my brother's room. And next to my brother's room is room. So the three of us are lined up," said Lily making Alyne nod. "Now, please go to your room, Okay. I want to go to downstairs. Alyne turned the doorknob and opened it slowly, in front of her there is currently a room with girly shades, wall colors and various baby pink colored items arranged in such a way. She came in, her feet slowly moved towards the side of the bed, she put her suitcase right beside the bed.

The doors closed and, after a smooth ascension, opened up to an exquisite penthouse. A soft jazz played in the background. “Welcome to my penthouse,” Tom exhilarated and threw open his arms. “What do you think?” “It's beautiful,” I mumbled, but it was nothing compared to Alec's. Tom grinned. He strode to the bar and poured wine into two glasses. While he was at it, I strode to one of the photos on the wall. It was a portrait of a young boy. Tom, the green eyes gave it away. “I was twelve years old then,” he spoke behind me.