My Thomas Story Library Novels & Stories

"No, not at all. Thomas just returned from the Southern Frontier, and I wanted to ask about…the situation there. It's not something I can inquire about with anyone else, so I thought it best to ask him directly." Her deliberate hesitation was intended to make them think she was curious about whether Oliver had any women on the side—after all, a wife at home would naturally worry about such things. Alice picked up on this, and smiled knowingly. "Alright, you two go ahead." Thomas' study was furnished in a simple manner. There was a large black desk, matching black chairs, and two towering bookshelves filled with books. A few swords hung on the walls, and a long axe stood in the corner to the

“He’s the Alpha right now.” Liam roared once more. Thomas collapsed completely. Blood trickled from his nose. Samuel whispered, “Adrian…” “Yes?” “Is he killing him?” Adrian looked down at Thomas. “…Almost.” Thomas gasped weakly. “You… can’t let a baby kill me…” Adrian crouched beside him. “Why not?” Thomas coughed. “I can help you.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “How?” Thomas whispered desperately, “White wolves attract enemies.”

Alice and Drake had already left when he came out of the palace. This time, he ordered his right hand to gather all the soldiers and prepare to invade the North Kingdom. Meanwhile, in Valmour City, Shane and Thomas were discussing their new plan when Shane suddenly noticed a small box on Thomas’s table. It was tied beautifully with a ribbon, looking like a special gift. “Thomas, since when did you have a girlfriend?” she asked her brother with a smile. “What girlfriend are you talking about? My life is all about the casino, nothing else,” he absentmindedly replied.

Lex asked. “Well, the Creators kept detailed Family Tree's. Every family does. The book that Mera and I gave you on your Mating Day was for your family tree. If you had looked at it you would have seen that My and your father’s names are written above your name Kar and that Mera and your fathers names are written above your name Lex. So, a new Tree is started every time a couple is Mated. So, when one of the Heads of the family passes the book is then given to that chapter of the Library and put into the database. Before a couple is to be Mated the database is checked to make sure that the bloodlines are not the same. At least that is how it works for Common people.” Shex explained.

Each time I would attempt to go over and talk to the girl, Jay would always stop me and keep me distracted, so eventually, I gave up trying. Today the girl is dressed in a blue floral skirt bunched up and tied on the side with white leggings under it and a comfortable-looking mint green pullover sweater. The family always come to the library this time of day. Why? No one knows. Sara and I were sitting on the stout brick wall surrounding the small garden outside the library talking and waiting for our other two friends to arrive. The family is always seen driving a late seventies powder blue Ford crew cab truck with a few small dents.

“This feels suspicious.” Mrs. Holt looked offended. “Suspicion is an unfortunate attitude to bring toward cake.” Thomas looked toward Adrian. “You knew about this.” “I know nothing.” “That is a lie.” “An extremely weak lie.” Margaret laughed. “He has not had a birthday celebration since before Eleanor was born.” Thomas sighed dramatically. “I regret sharing information with people.” “Too late now.” The celebration lasted two hours. Stories appeared. Photographs appeared. Apparently Thomas had once attempted to build a canoe and accidentally built what witnesses described as an aggressively floating table.

Mr Thomas will be jumping for joy at all of the extra cash but new lessons mean all of the students I’m failing to connect with will be coming into my sanctuary. The Fables of Alpha Ace and his Beta lie forgotten on the counter as I grab as many copies of a Witches Brew and Pack Health as I can carry and walk them to the front of the store. I’ll need copies too but if I’m really lucky, someone will damage one of them and I can get Mr Thomas to give it to me at a reduced rate.

Thomas looked around the table. At Noah. At Claire. At Gregory. At Daniel. At Maria. At Victor. At the teachers. At the villagers. At children who had never known the fear that once haunted these walls. He smiled. Not because the story had ended. Because it no longer belonged to him. Outside, the stream carried dozens of paper boats toward the valley. Some sank. Some floated. All of them continued moving. Just as life always had. Thomas gently stood, walked to the front door, and opened it wide.

I mumbled as I got up, taking the empty glass to the sink, “Try me,” Thomas said, walking towards it, our backs meeting each other. Turning on the pipe, I began to rinse the used cup, “Well, to summarize it, I went by the library today because felt a presence pulling me towards it, I went inside and what I saw Thomas— was a ghost, it left that behind, saying I should wear it but I—” “Think you should throw it out”, Thomas cut me off, “who knows, it's probably a trick, you can't trust her.” He continued.

Thomas said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders, "I promise if I hear anyone coming, I will give you fair warning to run while I defend." "Thanks," I sigh, releasing some of the tension from my shoulders and leaning into the side hug. "It's so pretty here, I used to come here for picnics with Mum and Dad, before…" I trail off, remembering the past has gotten easier, but with everything that has been happening it brings their absence into sharp relief. "I miss them. Will you tell me a story? Help me forget?" Thomas chuckles softly, then pulling me in tighter, he tells me tales of his childhood, games he played, friends he hung out with and he has me laughing at pranks he pulled, some success