Fear Street Tommy Novels & Stories

A maddening cackle jarred the air like a loud gunshot, and Ralph, his gun still firmly in place, hissed to his side, “Damn it, Julie! Keep him inside!” I hastily obeyed, roughly tucking the baby’s head behind the bullet proof vest, hissing back with a good reason. “If he doesn’t see the face, he won’t believe it’s the real thing!” I sensed a movement from Papa and quickly shouted, “WHERE THE FUCK IS TOMMY?” He threw a glance to his left and I followed it. Tommy was lying on a haystack. Unconscious. “Tommy!” I cried out, my horror pushed me a step forward, and a grip came swiftly around my wrist.

“Spill it. Now.” Tommy shifted, clearly weighing whether to talk or keep pretending. But the pressure in the air was thick—Darrow didn’t have to raise his voice to make grown men sweat. Finally, Tommy exhaled and leaned back, shrugging one shoulder. “Look, we were paid. Real big. The kind of cash that makes you forget to ask too many questions.” “For what?” I demanded. “To scare her. That’s all. Just spook her a little,” Tommy muttered. “We were told to make it look messy, but not lethal. Make sure she’s shaken, but not… y’know, permanently broken.”

he said again with a snicker escaping from his mouth. The confidence in Tommy's voice hit Liam like a slap. All this time, he'd been thinking that maybe Tommy was uncertain about what they were doing, that maybe there was some hesitation he could exploit. But listening to him now, hearing the smug satisfaction in his tone, Liam realized he'd been completely wrong. Tommy wasn't scared or unsure at all. The hands gripping his shoulders were as steady and confident as his voice, and that terrified Liam more than any shouting or threats had. "What do you mean, TV star?" Liam asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the fear crawling up his spine like ice water. "What are you planning to do

he says, more to himself than to me as he quickly glances at the fight and grabs my arm, tugging me away from the alley. So many questions run through my head. Who are these guys? Surely my father couldn't be responsible for this, could he? And how did Tommy know I was in danger back at the museum? Tommy falters after taking a few steps and stops to lean on the brick wall of the adjacent building. There's too much blood gushing out of him from everywhere, and I feel the same paralyzing fear from just a few days ago. His back sways up and down as he leans over a trash bin and throws up. There's a whimper from the back of the alley and more scuffling, which probably means that whoever got hurt

Carlton shut his eyes tightly to calm himself down as he grabbed Tommy and dropped him into the chair like a pack of sawdust. Carlton hovered above him while holding both sides of the chair Tommy's almost limp body was on now. "Let me warn you piece of trash. If you want to keep that pretty head of yours safe, you would do as we want you to do. And you had better watch your mouth, for everything that happened we have an evidence and recording to prove you are guilty beyond measures. All of these things you own and think is yours would be taken away from you in less than a minute. Don't test me!" He grimaced in anger. The look on Tommy's face gave him away as Carlton burst into a dry laugh an

As soon as she exerted a force, she would go weak. In the end, Tommy got her onto the bed. As soon as Anne touched the bed, she immediately cowered in the inner corner and stayed far away from him. Tommy did not mind her reaction. He lifted the covers and got into bed, lying in the outer corner. "Are you prepared to sit there for the whole night? I'm not a patient person." "Tommy, if you dare to touch me, I'll definitely kill you." "So what are you afraid of?"

What the hell is up with Toma! "Then why am I so afraid?…" "A-Afraid of what?" He fell silent for a moment then gets off of me. "Then why am I so afraid that you don't think I'm hot?" … "What?" A huge grin appears on his face. "Tee-hee." "YOU FUCKING WEIRD ASSHOLE!" And Toma got to kiss my fists. sfx: pak

“…the lady in the shadows…the one who watches you and wants you dead…” As the little girl's words from her vision swept over her,Beth felt a sense of terrifying unease. It was a coincidence,she told herself,nothing more.It was impossible that the little girl and Marcus could be speaking of the same thing,it was just impossible! “The lady in the shadows?”she said,her hands trembling in fear. In her mind she saw herself lying cold and frozen in that casket.

I cry. "Don't be stupid. We are too young to die. I am sure they will not kill us. They want to make us worry. I do not believe the Italian Mafia still kills people. In today's world, with all the technology, don't you think they will be afraid to kill somebody and be afraid to be caught on camera? We are street gangs, and the only time we kill someone is if we can kill them at a distance or with a drive-by. I am not worried about them killing us. I am concerned that you might lose your mind. I don't like your uncle and aunt much, but I know that they will not let you die. They will come and beg on their knees if they think that you are going to die. You are worried for nothing. We are not i

Nathaniel inclined his head my way but kept his eyes on Tommy. “The life of her friend Louise,” he chuckled and moved closer to the bars that Tommy was standing on the other side of and whispered something in Tommy’s ear. Whatever it was must have been bad, because Tommy stiffened and his eyes widened. I stood and watched through the little window as he reached through the bars at Nathaniel, who had already stepped back. Tommy’s face set in a rage as he clawed at the air in front of Nathaniel. “I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me? I will slaughter you if you harm one hair on my mate’s head.” he screamed. Nathaniel watched him for a few minutes before shaking his head and stepping back.