José Tomás Novels & Stories

They would just have to extend their hand to take his life. "Wait!" Before Joaquin could answer, Tomas jumped in and said, "Mr. Ballard, please listen to me before you make a decision." Sebastian glanced at Tomas and asked, "Oh? Let me know if you have any last words!" "I… My mentor is Arran Groslow! Have you ever heard of him, Mr. Ballard?" There was a slight look of pride on Tomas' face as he spoke. Sebastian nodded slightly. He had heard Belinda mention the name a long time ago.

"That matters to people like Tomás. Being seen." Dante looked at Elian — this man who remembered to call Tomás, who thought about being seen. Who had spent his career making sure that the people the world was inclined to render invisible were made visible, and who applied that principle to every scale of human encounter from war crimes trials to island-dwelling taciturn boatmen. "Yes," Dante said. "We call Tomás."

He let the smoke out of his lungs before speaking. “Failed?”, he asked. His voice was loud and powerful. “Unfortunately, my Lord, yes. Turns out she was incompetent as usual”, the man responded. “Hmm. ¿Cuál es tu nombre?”, the older man asked. “Mi nombre es Tomás.” “Tomás, ehh?”, the older man asked. “Yes, my Lord”, Tomás responded. “Where is she?”, he asked. “In the Don’s custody”, Tomás answered. The glass in his hands scattered causing poor Tomás to jump in fear. “Oh, really?.”

My member would be upset, but it would get over her. My phone ringing took me out of my reverie. I looked at the caller ID to see Silvio's name appear. I frowned, knowing that Silvio was with Tomás. I had tasked him with becoming his personal guard. I had given into Tomás going back to school, but on the condition that Silvio remains with him at all times. I know Silvio wasn't thrilled. But I couldn't care less. I was the boss, not him. So to see Silvio calling me now, I knew I wasn't going to like what he was about to tell me. Though I never would've been able to guess the real problem. "Jefe. Es Tomás. ¡Ha sufrido un paro cardíaco!" Boss! It's Tomás. He's gone into cardiac arrest. Silvio s

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

“They don’t have any respects for their supreme provider who made their lives sustainable? That’s unforgivable!” [Thomasito Felipe II or sometimes referred as “Thomas”, a famous Landlord in the country of Meccichuzan, known for his incredible knowledge in business trading, politics and large provisions to its subordinating towns. His son, who was rejected by the lady was Thomasito Felipe III (nickname: Tom), the next ruler who will be placed in position when his father retires.] Thomas stood up in his chair while having a tobacco on his right hand, walked towards the large transparent wall-sized window, smoking and looking to the direction of the country-side.

Mariano asked his mother. She smiled. "I told him you've arrived. He'll be here any moment." Nicofero Rivera was a big man. He was taller, more buff than Mariano, wore a neatly tailored black suit, and looked like the kind of man who could kill you with a look. I'd thought Mariano was scary. Guess I was wrong. I breathed deeply. "Hello, Mister Rivera." He sized me up. "Papà," said Mariano, "This is my Isabelle."

“Stop doing that!” They giggled in unison and Zehra sighed in defeat. At sixth period Lucas sat next to Zehra in physics. The teacher was Mrs. Baren, a middle aged bony witch who seemed to draw pleasure from driving innocent students schizophrenic using the torturous method of Physics. “The constant K,” she boomed, “is one by four pi efselon zero.” Lucas passed Zehra a piece of paper. 'Is she even speaking English?' Zehra smiled and scribbled back.

Neither of us want to be here, but we have to, we need to find out what the hell is going on with our packs. The door opens slightly and a small scrawny looking man appears, shaggy blonde hair shuffled around while wearing jeans and a colored polo shirt with a white lab coat. He pushes his black-framed glasses up from his face and says in a shaky voice, “Can, can I help you?” “James Lucas?” Zander asks him. “Yes,” he lets out nothing more than a squeak this time. “We were wondering if we could have a moment of your time to discuss some things privately,”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”