Eric Thomas Books Novels & Stories

She had some salt stashed on her nightstand they salted the doorway. “Oh, has he told you that he thinks you are hiding something from him? Or that he doesn’t trust you? Just because you fucked him, he doesn’t love you the way this poor sap I am wearing does.” Thomas could feel her hesitation, and he wanted to tell her everything, but they needed to get out of her dream first. “Baby, I have told you my heart. And for that meat suit, he is wearing I have no idea what he thinks is love.” “You are nothing to him, bitch.” Eric ranted as Thomas did his best to get them both out of there.

Now some of that account was in a book that Thomas could hold in his hands. Ernest watched this from the kitchen door—the gate, the two men, the book. He had his coffee. The February morning was the February morning of the twelfth year: cold, the specific cold of the second month of the year, the cold that was not the extreme cold of January but the sustained cold of a February that knew winter was not yet done. The cold came through Ernest's shirt. He did not move. This was a moment to witness, not to interrupt. Thomas said: "I want to read it before I come back next Monday."

Chris continued with a gloating expression “Every document that he has signed on, under the name of Rufus Walter is a fraudulent act…” “That is correct.” Thomas smirked “There is a variety of commercial and civil cases to pick from…. All you need is to nod your head, the rest I can guarantee.” “Ha….ha….ha…. there really is a God.” Everett laughed out loudly in relief. He had been holding on to this grievance….. feeling sorry for himself…. Not that he wouldn’t make the same choice if he was given a chance all over again but he felt like he had wronged himself, he was never one to forgive a grudge.

The pendant spinning in the light as I held the chain between my thumb and middle finger. A surprised look on his face. “Miss Evens?” “Yes she’s far more than a weird teacher.” I scoffed. Thomas is in his early twenties, a good man and warrior but his head filled with finding his mate, fixing cars and training left little room for academics. Pulling up to the house I thanked Thomas for his help and the ride. As expected the place was empty. I knew JoAnn wouldn’t be far from the girl, her motherly instincts unwavering. Eric’s bond to this girl however made me uneasy, this girl could cause serious problems. Even start a war if we aren’t careful.