Cali Thomas Novels & Stories

“What’s surprising me is Thomas. Why would he betray us and side with the Jameses?” “There’s something I never told you before,” Cale said quietly. “Before Rachel had her accident, she made me promise not to.” “What?” I demanded. He hesitated, glancing toward the hospital entrance as if the truth itself might walk out and punish him for saying it. “Cale… if it’s important, tell me. Don’t hold anything back now,” I ordered. “Thomas once tried to take advantage of her,” he said, his voice low with shame. “What do you mean?” I asked, a cold dread creeping through me.

Calhoun chuckled. "He goes nowhere and I hope you know." Damita turned to glare at Thomas. He wasn't supposed to be there either. She specifically said, family. "Thomas is my father-in-law, it's only expedient he stays," Calhoun said again. Damita scowled. "I said, family!" Damita reminded me. "They are not family!" "Do you want to help Gigi or not? I like hearing her scream." Calhoun said, chuckling.

"You really do look like shi-" "Don't-" Callum stopped him midway, he had James to deal with now Thomas wanted to join? "Don't even say it." "Alright. I won't say you look like shit, but your mother just called." Thomas chuckled, now standing in the door frame. He was adorned by a crisp black tuxedo, his starched seams could stand on their own if he wanted them to. His eyes were as bright as a new parent's first glance at their baby. Thomas was always that man, cheerful and carefree. But this side was only reserved to Callum or James if he was lucky. Anyone on the outside who never came in contact with him would assume that this man was not one of the most important men in the government age

The lead singer of Drugs and Tears, the school’s and America’s favorite boy band of all time, looks at Carl, smirking and pointing towards the door— “It was unlocked! You have a terrible habit of leaving your stuff unlocked, you know?” Carl rolls his eyes. He didn’t have time for the joking but is also too tired to be short with Thomas. Not that Carl wanted to be irritated—being a jerk to someone like Thomas wasn’t even possible—but the whole case thing was now getting on his case. But if anyone could ease his anxieties, it was Thomas. Where to begin with Thomas James? He was the best wing man a guy could ever ask for. With him by Carl’s side, navigating the absurdity and quirkiness of ACP w

“I’ll be waiting.” She disappeared into the restroom, leaving the air charged and tense. I turned to Thomas. “Hi, Thomas Winthrop,” I said, my tone unnervingly calm. “Hi,” he replied gruffly, clearly struggling to mask his irritation. “I want you to know something,” I continued, my jaw tightening. “Cali is mine. And I won’t tolerate you going anywhere near her.” He scoffed lightly. “Well, Cali never told me she was in a relationship.”

“There’s no problem. I’ve passed the court summons to Thomas and asked him to pay off $900,000,000 of the debt in one year.” “Haha, great! Weston, your idea’s great. In that case, Thomas will be forced to commit suicide because of the huge debt, just like Scott!” Even so, Calix was relatively calm. Initially, he had the same thought as Coley. However, when he saw Thomas’ expression earlier, he knew that he should not look down on this man. Calix had dealt with countless people, so he could see how capable someone was with just one look. Yet, he seemed to have trouble understanding Thomas.

Despite also wanting to find out who the mystery girl is, I need to find out more about this Calista first, to understand how much of a problem she's going to be for me. "Tell me what your friend stopped you from saying earlier." I say, making my voice soft and smiling gently as her, she blushes again, raising her head to look into my eyes. "It's nothing really." I cock my eyebrow and she bites her lip, looking around furtively as though she's going to tell me a secret. "It's only that Cally believes everyone should be able to defend themselves. She believes in equity, she knows we're all capable of defending ourselves and doesn't want the women to be weak and relying on the men to protect u

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“I wasn’t threatening him. I am resigning. I don’t think I can keep apologizing anymore. I need a break. I need to figure out where my life is headed, and I can’t do that if I’m still in New York City.” Danielle and Thomas exchanged looks and then looked at her again. “What do you mean?” Thomas asked. His voice sounded cooler than everyone’s voices. “I am leaving. I am going back to California, Los Angeles. New York City has brought nothing but bad experiences and memories. Since I got here, I have always been hurt. I need to leave. This place isn’t for me.”