Chan Thomas Books Novels & Stories

MARY’S POV "The spiritual man judges all things, yet he himself is judged of no man." (1 Corinthians 2:15) The air in the room was thick with the scent of cheap air freshener and disinfectant; the heat of five bodies packed into a space meant for two hung in the air. I sat at the head of the circle, my Bible open to the Book of Proverbs. My phone vibrated continuously inside my denim skirt pocket.

When she came back, she found Cela sitting beside a big balikbayan box looking disappointed. "You found them," Nanny Rita said. "So they bought a lot of copies of my book," Cela said in a dismayed tone. "They were very supportive especially your mother," Nanny Rita explained. "How about the second book?" Cela asked. Nanny Rita sighed. She knows her too well so she's careful with her words. "I am not sure if your brother already ordered but he has plans," she answered. Cela remains disappointed.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Very Thought of You (The Thorntons Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of b

Selwyn said in a stern voice. I was shocked and angry as I turned to him and said,” You knew of this betrayal and didn’t tell me? What is this great betrayal my treasure?” Selwyn ever the King sat back and patted his leg for me to sit in his lap. I sat down and waited for the answers I needed. Rage filling my mind. Connie sat forward in her chair and with a look of hurt and anger said,”Queen Rain several days ago Thomas began acting weird. Being secretive and meeting with Modley and Falun. At first I didn’t think much of it until I found his dark blood magic spell book. Thomas is half dragon and half wizard so while he doesn’t shift into a dragon he does use wizard magic. I took the book of

Rival’s POV The motel room still smelled faintly of burnt coffee and cheap detergent when I opened my eyes. For half a second, I didn’t remember where I was. The weight in my chest was lighter, my body wasn’t thrumming with that constant, jagged edge of violence. Thomas was sprawled in the chair, boots still on, a book face-down on his stomach. The idiot had actually fallen asleep reading. I almost smiled. Almost. That day off had been stupid, dangerous, indulgent. And fuck me if I hadn’t enjoyed every second of it. Ice cream, park benches, the sound of Thomas groaning like I was the world’s biggest headache—it had felt too normal, too easy.

“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

I am not alone in this endeavor, and together the two of us must find the love and the strength to conquer the darkness that plagues our worlds with evil; even if it means our lives. ~ Rayana Karver, Princess of Valaisha CHAPTER ONE- The Guardians Today is a warm day for this time in October. It is usually chilly with everyone wearing heavy jackets as the weather begins to change towards winter. Today I was dressed in a thin baby blue pullover sweater with my sleeves pushed halfway up and jeans. As my best friend Sara and I sat outside the library Sara, nudged me and nodded in the direction of the parking lot. I noticed the mysterious family that always came into town together; they do their

The baby kicks again, as if he can't wait to join this family. Thomas arrives for dinner, he comes every Saturday now. He brings a new book for Emma, something about brave princesses who save themselves. She squeals with delight and demands he read it immediately. Over dinner, we talk about everything and nothing. Thomas tells stories about his bookstore. Tony mentions a new project at Stark Industries focused on creating jobs for domestic violence survivors. Emma chatters about kindergarten and her best friend Sophie and the caterpillar they're raising in class.

There were numbers and codes that made no sense. If the dates were right, this book contained five years' worth of transactions. According to Nabanita, that was about as long as Thomas had worked at the sanctuary. So what was the book? Aspen had described it like a ledger of illicit dealings. Was this an official book? One they used to keep record of what they bought and paid? Or was this Thomas' personal dirt on everyone else? Lumen fanned herself with a folded piece of paper. She'd returned to the parking shack. Her rule following nature hadn't allowed her to completely leave her post. Besides, Thomas had driven out of the lot. She wanted to be there when they came back.

After seeing the girl I'm with, Thomas, the valet, teased me and exclaimed, "Yow! Khali, going home already? Who’s that girl? Khali's going out with a girl? This is news!" "Just shut up, Thomas," I said, and he responded with a laugh. Thomas is a friend of mine who is also a chic magnet, but unlike Steven, he never tries to flirt with them because it isn't his priority. He claims that he wishes to work professionally. His features are manly, and he has tanned skin that appeals to girls He handed me my car key, and I walked to the shotgun seat to open the car and let the inebriated human dumpling in.