Chan Thomas Books Novels & Stories

Maxine sat in the library with her laptop open, her textbooks stacked high around her, but she wasn’t reading. Her pen had been hovering above her notebook for the last ten minutes, unmoving. The words on the page blurred in front of her eyes, replaced by the same relentless thought that had been haunting her: What am I supposed to do about Thomas?

Alone with her thoughts, her fears… and that curiosity she didn’t want to admit. Nathan. The twin brother. The opposite. A stranger who, she sensed already, would disrupt her fragile balance. She remembered the stories Thomas had once told about his brother. Colorful, almost romantic tales. Nathan in Bali, lying in a hammock suspended between two palm trees. Nathan in Tokyo, tasting improbable dishes in hidden alleys. Nathan again, facing a storm in the Moroccan desert, or sharing a cigarette with a stranger on the roof of a train in India.

' Christopher arched an eyebrow in response. Thomas being Thomas, had went over and began flirting with the girl out of instinct of his character. The thought that is was Christopher's sister, no Havoc's sister didn't even register in his brain until he sat down across from them and his eyes fell on Christopher who was staring him down. It was as if Christopher was gazing into the worth of his soul. Thomas very quickly began breaking out in a cold sweat. 'Meh she could do far worse. Thomas actually is a good guy, plus when he had a girlfriend for... Well a month he had remained loyal and showed no signs of wavering. That being said...'

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Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

He turned to Thomas. "Thank you for providing these," he said. Thomas smiled and nodded at Javier. They do not know each other personally because it was only recommended to Javier who sells weapons and that is Thomas. Because Thomas and Charles have become different hobbies, they don't participate in the battle much anymore but they just sell their other things to different private people. “Are you going to take it all?” Thomas asked Javier. "Yes, I will bring all of them today with us." Javier said with a smile.

I searched Thomas's whiskey brown eyes, wondering if I would ever see him again. No. I couldn't think like that. Of course, I would see him again. Thomas was cautious and smart. He knew how to navigate our new world better than anyone. "Diapers are already on the list, and I'll do my best to get us some books. I want them too, and I'll make sure to grab some fiction books if I see any. Then, you can have something to read while you're stuck in here." Thomas leaned in and his breath skimmed over my lips as he searched my eyes. "How's that sound?"

I wasted no time in explaining what had happened, and showing him Thale’s arm. He’d brought his trademark case of books and scrolls, and I prayed that somewhere, hope lay within the ancient pages. He laid everything out on Thale’s dark mahogany desk opposite his bed. The same one he’d had brought into the room when I was recovering. “Sophia, I’m going to be honest with you, his odds aren’t good.” Thomas flicked through the yellow pages of a large leatherbound book. “I’ve already been told that,” I said, trying to remain calm and not snap. “I want to know if there’s anything we can do.”

“Yes, of course... “ I smiled and walked him to the door. He said goodbye and I closed the door, sighing, and took the books to my chest, hugging them. A strange sensation, mixed with attraction and embarrassment. I was so desolate the night before that he felt the need to bring me a book on overcoming. I didn't know if I thought he was amazing because he was observant or if my shame increased because he was so obvious. I put aside my thoughts and walked towards the table, looking at the books and a smile came, finding Jackson's gesture beautiful. I sat down again and looked at the book Dogs and Cats, it was ironic because we both had dogs. “Look... “ Thomas returned with a provocative smile

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.