Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

Thomas hid his intelligence behind a professional and empathic image, accurately fooling everyone. Most of the company's work in the United States was bestowed to Thomas and when Ruben thought about it thoroughly, Thomas initially volunteered, seeing the good work he put in and in consideration of his mother living in the United States, Ruben continued to give him tasks in the United States. That act of kindness came to backfire because Thomas built himself a stable empire in the United States, when compared to the hierarchy of power in the Netherlands, he could be said to be merely one level below Ruben. Which explains how he could plan a grand assasination which disrupted public motorist s

The creature purrs, undisturbed by his presence. “Destroyer.” The word hangs in the air, simple yet heavy enough to make Thomas’ fingers tighten around his hood. “What do you mean?” he demands, though he’s never met this woman before. “Your son. He’s the Destroyer. Perseus.” “He hasn’t even been born yet,” Thomas snaps, desperation creeping into his voice. “I’ve searched everywhere for help. You’re the only one who can tell me the truth.” “Because I’m an old witch?” She scoffs. “Your fate is sealed, Thomas. There’s nothing you can do. Cassandra and the child will die.”

"He deserves to lose everything like I've lost everything." "Mrs. Wright, I'm so sorry for your loss. But Crane lied to you." I pull out the documents Jake prepared for us, evidence of Thomas's relationship with Crane's companies. "Your husband was working for Richard Crane, stealing from Cross Enterprises on Crane's orders. Derek didn't know until the investigation uncovered it." Helen looks at the documents, her hands shaking. "No. Thomas wouldn't—he was a good man—" "He was also an addict," I say gently. "Gambling debts that he couldn't pay. Crane offered him a way out in exchange for helping sabotage Cross Enterprises."

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

Daemon continued while moving even closer to where Thomas knelt, “Tell me the truth now and I will ensure your death is quick and painless, but if you continue to lie and we later discover accomplices you failed to name then your suffering will be endless.” Thomas’s eyes darted around the hall again and I could see him calculating whether cooperation might buy him some mercy or whether staying silent would better serve whatever cause he believed he was fighting for. The guards holding him tightened their grip in warning and one of them growled low in his throat, and finally Thomas seemed to break under the pressure. “There are three others who knew about my communications with the hunters,”

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

The ambitious guard who identified himself as Tommy collapse on the floor out cold. "Who is she?" Delilah asked, I sighed in relief figuring out that she did not recognize me. " My Business, so out of the way," the man said and removed Delilah's pistol from my face. I started following the man out of the house. We stepped out of the palace and rushed over to the parking lot, a black SUV was parked at the far end of the parking lot, with the black SUV being the only car at the lot I rushed over to it and opened the door to step in but when I noticed that the man who saved me was not following me.

Fur matted with his blood, I rolled over and searched for whoever needed help next. Miles was ripping the throat out of the final enemy wolf. I took a ragged breath and glanced at Charles and Bryson. Charles was worse off and bleeding profusely, but he’d be okay, thanks to shifter healing. Bryson had a few bites on his body, but they looked superficial. Luckily, those two were the strongest wolves in Theo’s pack after Theo, Trevor, and Zeke. Charles didn’t look at me. Instead, he stared at the Snake River as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

Justice wasn’t just a demand; it was a necessity. “The sentence is clear,” Elder Rogers said, “For practicing forbidden magic, endangering this pack, and threatening the life of the Alpha’s mate and heir, Ian Ackerman is hereby stripped of his title and—” I couldn’t hear anything as a strange thing happened, at first, I felt a splitting headache and I held my head for a while, and then came the ache in my Chest. I clutched my chest tightly and groaned. I began to convulse immediately and then began sensing the familiar sensation, my curse!