Kat Thomas Novels & Stories

"Okay. You can go back now." "Mr. Kingsley, did you really only call me in here for gossip?" Thomas asked curiously. When Kieran thought about how Valerie was angry with him earlier and the displeasure he saw in her eyes when she left, he felt a sense of discomfort. "Call my chief secretary here." "Okay." Thomas left the office to summon the chief secretary. In the business world, everyone knew that Kieran had two right-hand men. One was the capable and diplomatic Thomas, responsible for all external affairs on Kieran's behalf.

"Seriously though, Ethel. Don't let them get to you. You're—" The door to Keanu's office opened, cutting Thomas off mid-sentence. I looked up to see Keanu standing in the doorway, his eyes moving from Thomas perched casually against my desk to me. The blank look on his face gave nothing away. "Thomas." Keanu's voice was perfectly calm. Perfectly pleasant. "Don't you have those revised projections I asked for?" Thomas straightened immediately. "Yes, Mr. Martell. I was just—" "Then I suggest you get back to them."

"Yes, Thomas is the heir of the Keller family from the neighboring city, destined to inherit the family business. His real name is Ignatius Keller, but he was once called 'CrabbyCrab' because of his hot temper, which became a running joke. "His name was given by a fortune-teller who claimed his main element was the fire element, and he would thrive away from water. Thus, he was named Ignatius. "Thomas despised the Keller family's superstitions and their obsession with gods and ritual. Even his name was rooted in such beliefs, and it bothered him. In his rebellious youth, he changed his name to just 'Thomas.' "Although the fortune-teller advised him to keep his name, Thomas insisted. Cameron

“Yeah. She does. I’m careful, always. Never out of control. But she watches me, like she’s waiting for something to go wrong. I never really understood why.” Thomas’s face darkened, the lines around his eyes deepening. “When Alexandra was six and a half, her mother—Katherine—was killed by a drunk driver. She was driving home from work. Alexandra was at home, waiting for her. She heard the sirens first. I’ll never forget the way she screamed when the police came to the door. Katherine was from Colorado, sharp as a tack—Ole Miss law, top of her class. We met there. After she died, I took two years off football to raise Alexandra and Rodney, who was just two. I was lost. She was shattered.”

“Thomas is coming, by the way.” Lisette's eyes almost pop out. She takes Eleonor's arm, ready to get out of there, but there's no time. Thomas walks into the locker room, still wearing his blue-black shorts, with a sloppy top showing off the tattoos on his arms. His hair is messy and there's sweat dripping down his slightly tanned skin. He's wearing a wide smile, showing his white-perfectly-aligned teeth. “I hope you enjoyed the fight…” Thomas says, rubbing his hands together.

She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture. "Why did you click on that?" Kiara asked surprised, "There's no profile picture." "Instincts," Shelly replied with a shrug. The profile opened displaying Adam in various pictures on his power bike, his doctor uniform though those ones were few. "Adam is a badass guy with a power bank? Color me shocked!" Kiara exclaimed not hiding the surprise evident on her face. "I'm not in the least surprised," Shelly said with a smile, "I kinda knew he had it in him."

She had earlier called her boys and they were awaiting her arrival. They got Katie's corpse out of her care and two were instructed to clean the boot properly. She asked for the corpse to be wrapped and also told them where to bury it. She was in a way happy about Katie's death. Furthermore, she would use it at a good time. Thomas is the name of the person she kept in charge whenever she wasn't around. He is her second in command and sex mate. He is way younger than her, but she loves how he handles her.

"Thomas... What are you doing here?" Thomas placed a bouquet of flowers beside her and smiled. "You've been badly hurt. Isn't it only natural for me to come check on you? What's wrong? Am I not welcome?" Kelly forced a thin smile. "Of course not. It's just... if Nate or Carter walk in and see you here, they might start asking questions." She had no idea Thomas had already made contact with Sharon. Thomas's tone was casual. "Don't worry. My people are keeping Nate occupied. He won't be back for a while. As for Carter, he's at a contract signing right now. He won't be showing up anytime soon. No one's going to find out."

Thomas, with a cold smirk, mocked them, "Thought you could mess with me? I was navigating the underworld before you were even born." No one had expected Thomas, though not known for his physical prowess, to be such a formidable master in his own right. As a legendary healer, his knowledge extended beyond saving lives; he was also an expert in the lethal use of poisons. Scott, seizing the moment, flashed a thumbs-up to Thomas. "Looking sharp, grandpa." Thomas, full of pride, responded, "Never mind me. Take care of Cassie." Selene, witnessing this scene, was fuming with rage. Time was running out, and she was desperate to see Catherine in utter despair.

Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi. Thomas was happily married with three kids and a beautiful wife who was wise enough to never meddle in her husband’s family affairs. Thomas was 45yrs old and currently the Managing Director of LWP. He was a Professor in the field of medicine from the University of Zurich. Thomas was the younger version of his father. He had an English and Swiss citizenship after spending half his life studying in Switzerland.