C Thomas Howell Outsiders Novels & Stories

“Whatever you’re planning now—it won’t work. Not the way you think it will.” Before Logan could answer, heavy footsteps thudded outside. The tent flap swung open, and Thomas stepped in with a wave of men behind him. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his usual smirk replaced with a cold, calculating expression. “We’re ready,” Thomas announced to Logan without sparing me a glance. “Our men are armed. We march tonight.” I stiffened. “March? No, you can’t!” Thomas’ head finally snapped toward me, his pale eyes narrowing like I was an insect buzzing in his ear. “Sarah,” he drawled. “You’re still breathing, I see.”

Thomas was uncomfortable with the expressionless appearance of the men and the visible vellum on the coat that proved the existence of weapons. They choose starters and mains, order a good wine, and when they start eating, Jack opens the conversation. - Thomas… I can call you Thomas, right? It wasn't right, but he couldn't do anything. - Of course. - Thomas, what can I do for you? - I have a thorn in my life that I want to get out of my way. - You mean Sebastian Jones? Obviously he knew. Guys like that know everything before everyone else. - Yes. I would very much like to see him out of my life.

It was only at this moment that William changed his mind and said, “I was wrong. There is no God in this world. The appearance of Clover is not the masterpiece of God, but the work of the devil! Hell is empty, as all the devils are in the human world.” Thomas sighed. He turned and left the room. When he walked to the door, he looked outside. The weather was still not very good today. The sky was still gray, and it would rain again at some point. He murmured to himself, “Art Trading Corporation. What are you planning?” Thomas had encountered countless opponents. Among them, there were many people with clever methods, such as a cunning person like Nicholas, the head of the Gomez family. Howeve

Mason called and then pulled her with him seeing they were about to have a heated argument. “Chloe, when are you going to be nice to mum?”Marion asked sadly. “She is your mum and not mine, so make that clear.” Chloe interrupted him. “Chloe mind your words there is an outsider,” Thomas whispered, Zach felt something twitch in him hearing them call him an outsider. He was used to always being the outcast but hearing it from his wife's father hurt him the most. Chloe burst out laughing and this brought a confused look to them all.

Brittany and Thomas were within close reach, both had easy access to Ruben’s life. Brittany stemmed from an orphanage Ruben frequented but no one knew the roots of Thomas’s family. It would have made even more sense if she knew Elaine was involved. She suspected Thomas was from the underworld. One of the unfortunate children exploited for human experiment, the only way one could escape the underworld. He probably escaped from the exploiters and found himself on the streets of the other world, and with his level of intelligence, Tess deduced he worked his way up to the top and blended with the people of the otherworld by committing atrocities.

The absence of my presence these past few years had made me accustomed to compromising in front of Sophie and her family. Even when Julius replaced me in the family portrait, or when every New Year's dinner table was filled with dishes Julius liked, I endured it. I even comforted myself by telling myself that things weren't so bad if someone could stay by their side in my place. I thought that as long as the family was happy, nothing else mattered. But today, a single apple gave me a wake-up call. If they already saw me as an outsider, why was I still trying so hard to belong?

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.

It fucking got me nowhere so far in life. Ellie died, and she was a good person. Even when I behaved nicely towards my Mum, she was still never satisfied with me no matter what I did. I used to be nice to girls, but they just used me and played me for a fool. And now, Thomas didn’t think twice before he almost beat me to death. And with Thomas walking free from prison because of his self-defense claim, I would have to watch my back now more than I ever had. Thomas was going to come for me, especially after finding out that I was still alive. He wasn’t just going to let this go.

"I don't care. You can smoke like a fuckin' chimney as long as you don't burn anything down." "Not inside," I added before I moved toward the bell. "You smoke outside and throw your butts away." "But I do care about our food, batteries, and medication. I just hope that's all you took!" Thomas hollered as I rang the bell for Matt. After cleaning off the desk, Thomas instructed Joey to stay in the office before he slammed the door. Matt showed up as I restocked our inventory. I was setting up the suture and first aid station when Thomas charged into the cellar. He was livid.

Thomas grew short with everyone, spending long hours at his computer researching old house problems while avoiding the truth he had almost uncovered. The house pushed back harder. One evening during dinner the table itself shifted several inches, knocking over glasses and plates. Harper clapped her hands. “The lady is mad because you covered her up!” Rachel paled and took the children upstairs. Thomas sat alone at the ruined table, staring at his hands. I felt a twisted satisfaction in his fear, but it only deepened my own exhaustion. The house allowed me these small victories while keeping the greater truth locked away.