C Thomas Howell Outsiders Novels & Stories

We don’t need outsiders getting in the way of our shit. I could do it today. It wouldn’t cost me a thing. There are people out there who would die to do me a favor. What the fuck does Thomas have? Nothing. Not money. Not connections. Nor ruthlessness. If he were ruthless, I’d be dead by now, and he’d have the girl. But no. His main focus is being polite and moral, so that’s why he’ll always fucking lose. Fucking dickhead fuck. I grab the phone to make the call.

Meanwhile, I lay sprawled on the cold floor, clutching my swollen cheek, too drained even to shed a tear. I braced myself against the wall and slowly stood up. Head lowered, I said numbly, "Since I'm so worthless, I'll leave. From now on, just pretend you've lost a maid. That way, I won't be an eyesore to you anymore." Papa let out a cold snort. "Getting bold enough to threaten me, are you? Walk out that door and don't expect to get another cent from this family!" He was about to hurl more insults when Francesca suddenly shrieked, "Oh no! My precious Pico seems to be coughing!"

“Oh my, that's a lot, keep it up. — Isn't it? Next week I'm going to send them to teach me to read, I'm ready. —Great, then you read me a whole book that I'm having boring days. — Come home, man, we can play here and I can teach you how to make bracelets! I gave Uncle Trev one the time he came over, hopefully he didn't take it off. And Uncle Thomas? I have one saved. I have no idea where Thomas is. I sent him to Canada to establish an alliance with a group that maintains a cartel of motorcycle gang members, who are actually hired assassins highly wanted by the FBI and DEA. They are very effective at their job and keep a low profile. Just what I like. However, she hasn't heard from Thomas sin

There didn't appear to be any other individuals with them. Thomas exited the pickup truck, and with as much grace as possible he slinked to the van. Reaching the back of the vehicle he looked through the window and saw Maria laying there. She looked to be out cold but relatively unharmed. He sighed, as if a load of concrete had just melted from his shoulders. With this knowledge now in hand, he decided to follow the men who were heading into the woods. He followed the two, making sure that they didn't spot him. The charcoal blanket of the night made it difficult to see their appearances clearly but he could tell that the taller one looked older and was the boss. Whereas the younger man, was

David pondered aloud, pursuing the vehicle amidst the chaotic hustle and bustle of the road. *** Avery sat alone at the dining table, absentmindedly sipping her usual glass of orange juice. Her gaze drifted toward the commotion happening in the house, where a group of men were diligently working on the renovation. While their efforts unfolded before her, her thoughts were consumed by David. Why did he run off like that? She had patiently waited for him at the mall, hoping he would return, but he never did. Forced to hire a taxi to transport all she bought, as well as his own neglected trolley, Avery's disappointment lingered.

“And the lovely lady?” Thomas answered without hesitation. “Meet Piper. My wife.” The word landed. Unavoidably heard. Piper felt it draw attention, felt the brief pause as it registered. Ward’s wife, an early forties statuesque beauty in emerald silk, smiled too brightly. “She’s lovely,” she said, her eyes already moving on. Thomas’s steady fingers closed around Piper’s hand deliberately, as they turned away. Moving on. “Harlan Price,” Thomas continued. “Founder of Harlan Cybersecurity, a startup. He’s also my business associate.”

"Show me everything. All the research. I want to see it all." We spent hours going through Vincent's notes. Building a picture of Thomas's new life. He worked at Anderson's Hardware. Lived in a small apartment above a bookstore. Kept to himself. No close friends. No relationships. Just existing. Surviving. It sounded lonely. Miserable. Part of me was glad. He should suffer for what he put us through.

Charles lowered his hands. Thomas stepped closer. “I spent decades finding my own pieces.” “Some became people.” “Some didn't want to return.” “Some hated me.” “Some thought they were me.” “Some thought they were Father.” Charles whispered: “Did you put yourself back together?” Thomas shook his head. “No.” Charles stared. “I stopped trying.” “Then who are you?” Thomas smiled faintly. “Thomas.” Elias nodded from across the room. Good answer. Thomas looked at him. “I heard about you.”

In order to stop Mathias and the Dentworths from affecting my company's reputation by repeating their woes over and over again in public, I decided to apply for an outstation position after discussing the matter with Thomas. That way, I'd be able to start furthering my career overseas. Honestly, Thomas had plans to further his own career overseas as well during the first quarter of this year. But he never carried out his plan because he had cared about Mathias and the Dentworths back then.

I asked Thomas in a monotone voice, not showing any fear. On the other hand, I was well aware of his personality. He was notorious for being ruthless and vicious toward other fighters who were involved in his illegal activities. He treated them like his dogs, not like humans. Thomas Wyatt is a monster, as evidenced by the fact that he stopped in front of me and, without saying hello or goodbye, his hand flew into the air and back-slapped me. My head turned 45 degrees to the left, causing me to sneer in surprise. 'Hell! He's wearing a ring that scratched my cheek. It stung! '