John C Thompson Novels & Stories

John's perspiration is so heavy that he has to wipe his forehead constantly. "My colleague is making an effort to divert the attention of the court, my lord. The evidence he presented in court did not establish Victor's innocence. Victor Thompson harassed numerous men, exploiting their desire to work with him. I have many victims who fall prey to his shady tactics." Uncle Jorawar sprang from his seat and launched a counteroffensive.

The only people that can be found in this section are prestigious men in and all over the country. At one side of the section sat a young handsome man clad in a blue tuxedo suit.the expression on his face showed that he was in a very bad mood and none of his men dared to near him during this time,they were just guarding him from afar.His name is Liam Thompson a billionaire business tycoon,the CEO of Thomp company which was popular in construction in the day while he was a mafia don in the night.

The animosity between them was already too deep to be resolved. He wanted nothing more than for Linus to cripple Leon right away and help him with his revenge! However, with John's might, he was forced to bear with it for the moment and think of a different plan later! "What?" Linus was shocked when he heard that. After that, he quickly saw Roanne and John when he followed Charlie's finger. Since Roanne had never been out in public that often, he did not recognize Roanne. However, John was different. John was quite a famous expert from the Thompsons. He had seen John a few times before and knew that John was at the Semi Almighty State. He was not to be underestimated!

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

WRITER’S POV A man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department. Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.

, I greet him, "How was your day?" "Good, good", he continues stirring. I sit down and grab a bread roll from the basket on the kitchen table. Straight ahead, there's a framed picture of my mother, Terra Thompson, one of the pioneers of the New World. She was a scientist alongside President Carrington--her bestfriend--before she died in the experimental process of the change. My dad, Harold Thompson, has been there for her since she met President Carrington. He knows his role, and he embraces it, as all men of the New World should.

She felt her heart captured Thompson Brown is a man who commands attention with his powerful presence and striking looks. Standing at 6'2" tall, he has a commanding stature that exudes confidence and authority. Thompson has a well-built and athletic physique, a testament to his disciplined lifestyle and dedication to fitness. His chiseled jawline, adorned with a perfectly groomed beard, adds a touch of rugged masculinity to his overall appearance. Thompson's piercing green eyes are intense and captivating, often reflecting his sharp intellect and determination. His dark, neatly styled hair frames his face, adding to his overall allure.

He quickly pulled out his keys, unlocked the door, and pushed Astrid inside, then locked the door. Just then, Mrs. Thompson appeared. "John, what are you doing here?" she asked. "Mister Thompson wasn't feeling well, so I brought an antidote." "He is fine; he doesn't need any medication. Give it to time" Mrs Thompson said. " I have already given it to Mr Thompson." John replied politely Mrs. Thompson glared hard at him and left, which made John smile.

His assistant opened the door, and Eric marched into the emergency room like a soldier heading off to battle. Jethro and I waited outside. Even with Eric’s arrival, Jethro’s nerves didn’t ease. His assistant tried endlessly to calm him down, but it wasn’t working. “Eric’s a top-notch doctor. Look him up if you need to,” I suggested. Online, Eric Thomson’s reputation was almost legendary. Despite his young age, he had been involved in several international medical research projects and successfully completed numerous high-risk surgeries. His credentials were outstanding, and many high-profile investors were eager to fund his research. I could never quite understand why he was so deferential t

That bonded us. The door opened again, and a man walked in, whom I only knew because I’d spent weeks trailing him and digging up every possible dirt the man had. Dr. Jake Thomson! The doctor who had been helping Jones and Viper. Murdering and killing people for money and instantly a cold dread crawled down my spine. Why was he here?