Emily Thomas & Friends Novels & Stories

“Thomas brought me coffee because he and I are good friends.” “Good friends.” I repeated, letting out a dry chuckle before I glared at her. “Friends don't undress you with their eyes and look like they want to fuck you." Her mouth dropped open, staring at me like I'd just said the most ridiculous thing. “Thomas doesn't look at me like that. He's nice and friendly to everyone.” “Is he?” “Yes,” Ethel said, but it came out slower this time. Not even she believed that crap.

” Then Thomas on makeup: primer, foundation, some contour magic, highlighter that makes my cheekbones pop, smoky eyes with a subtle wing, mascara, and this bold red lip that makes my mouth look fuller, kinda fierce. Thomas pats on the foundation, all focused, then bends down and whispers, “Alright, girl spill—who's this Ethan dude? Emily's been hyping him like he's the next big thing." I feel my cheeks heat up. "Ugh, just this guy I met…” “She didn't just meet him he saved her from some bad guys he's her own superman” Emily yells from somewhere in the room then proceeds to tell them everything about Ethan. “Ohhh…now that's a man. I'm so jealous of you girl. And he sent outfits? And a car is

"Just what? Just trying to humiliate me in front of our old classmates? Just trying to make me crawl between your legs for money? Just showing everyone how a 'proper' high-ranked wolf treats those beneath them?" Thomas's power flared again at my words, making Emily flinch and several nearby glasses shatter. "Let me call my father," she said quickly, desperation creeping into her voice. "James Thompson runs half the business districts in Blood Moon territory. He's friends with the Pack Beta himself. I'm sure we can work something out." I almost laughed at her persistence. Even now, she was still playing the daddy's little princess card. "Go ahead. Call him. I'd love to hear what the great Jam

he said and wrapped his hand around his legs, Which were drawn up to meet my chest. "Okay," I promise, and he began to narrate his story. "I met Emily a few years ago," he started. "She should be around four years old then alongside her mother. It was Laura who told me to go after them," Thomas said, and his eyes dropped. He took a deep breath before continuing. "She told me to act nice to them, and I did just that because mother and daughter were living in a shady house, and two men were told to watch them from escaping," Thomas said, his eyes seemed lost as he began to shiver.

He embraced his mother, got her settled, and once she was dozing off in her reclining chair he led us quietly outside. "Thank you,” he sighed. “She’s always been a little tender, and this is really…Any news?" he asked, his voice tight with worry. "Not yet," I replied gently. "But we're following every lead. Thomas, can you tell us anything about Sarah's interests, her friends? Anything that might help us understand where she could be?" Thomas ran a hand through his hair. "She doesn’t have a lot of friends, but she’s always been into music. She recently went to this local concert, uh…Midnight Echoes?”

She went straight to her messenger and texted Matthews. I think I overreacted. She didn't have to wait so long because he replied almost immediately, like he was waiting. You think? Anyways, I can't talk now. You just made Mrs Sarah even more grumpy than she already was. Later. Elena sighed after she rolled that. Her mind went over what Mrs Sarah had said concerning the test taking fifty percent of her assessment. She snorted in doubt. "She wouldn't do it. Even if she did, mum's wish has got to come with some perks." She spent the rest of her time there, scrolling through I*******m till one particular post caught her attention. It was Jeremy's. It was a photo of him and Freya, the caption re

That's the reason friends are more reliable than boyfriends. Ding dong..... The doorbell rang after exactly half an hour. "That must be my friends." I said and got up to open the door. "Su!!!!"Elsa, Molly, and Claire engulfed me in a group hug as soon as I opened the door. I hugged them back. They seem so happy and excited. "So, how did it go?" asked Elsa. "Did you two have fun?" asked Molly. "What did you two do alone?" winked Claire. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

Thomas had told her that he was going out to meet an old friend, but he did not say who the old friend was. Who was he going to meet? Or was he going to something dangerous again? Emma felt uneasy. She kept feeling afraid that Thomas would encounter danger outside. She sighed, trying not to overthink as much as possible. She tried to immerse herself in the TV series, but she could not get rid of her worries about Thomas. She was truly panicking. On the way, Thomas was driving alone on the pitch-black asphalt road. The rain kept falling, hitting the window. He turned on the wipers, which swayed regularly from side to side.

I let my train of thoughts wander again as I hit the brake pedal waiting for the traffic light to give the go signal. … FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE READY OR NOT HERE I COME !!! Emily finished counting as she sets off to find us. We all hid in various different areas in the forest as we anticipate who Emily is going to find first. No one wanted to be caught so we kept quiet, too quiet that when Emily shouted "I caught you" it echoed round the forest. "I'm always the first to be caught" Thomas said as he came out from the back of the tree he was hiding at. "You always choose the wrong places to hide and you ask why" Emily said with a chuckle. "Since I've been caught I'll make sure you are all