My Thomas Story Library Novels & Stories

"Thomas is already in the library. Come on." I followed him through the familiar corridors, trying to ignore how easily my feet remembered the way. The library doors were partially open, warm lamplight spilling into the hallway. Thomas was pacing between the bookshelves, his face tight with worry. When he saw me, relief washed over his features.

We were practically invisible, ghosts in the corner. I leaned towards Thomas and whispered, "Is he always like this?" "On days like this, I would recommend a good book, Ms. Walton. I once finished the entire Canterbury Tales in one day, if that tells you anything," he responded, amused. Time seemed to stop in that room. We only lasted another ten minutes before giving up and sitting in some chairs in the corner. Thomas produced a pack of cards from his pocket. He smiled as he handed it to me. “If you’re at all interested, I think I’d enjoy playing something other than solitaire for once."

“I didn’t say that I wanted to cause any bodily injury to Thomas. I just let him know that I exist.” “Go and do it.” Darco closed his notebook and left. Weiss continued smoking his cigarette. He gazed at the blue sky outside the window, and said to himself, “All stores of Elite Jewelry are fully operational now and the whole business structure has been established. Thomas, just wait for my full revenge.” In a stand-alone old mansion of 33 Metro Garden Neighbourhood, Thomas sat on the sofa and held a book entitled ‘A Hundred Years of Solitude’ in his hands. He was reading and flipping through the book casually.

Seraphine laughed and stepped back, perched casually on a fallen stone like a queen taking a throne. “A wolf of honor and family,” she mused. “Who would have guessed?” His stare could have flayed skin. “Get to it, witch.” He tilted his head. “You want the books.” “Yes.” She continued, “The ones that explain how to destroy me.” Silence fell so sharply that the wind stopped. Seraphine’s body went utterly still. “And I,” Thomas said, lifting one finger, “want that kingdom.” He pointed toward the distant north. Too far away to be seen, but of course, she knew where he was referencing.

The next night by the fire outside stood Rio, Lucien, Claude, and Thomas. “I’m heading out to gather more recruits. We’ll need as many as we can get and I know some ol’ soldiers that owe me debts. So I’m off to collect,” Thomas said. “Be safe, brother!” Lucien said with a heavy voice. “Always!” Thomas picked up his bag and disappeared into the darkness. A little while later. The underground chamber off to the side of the camp was silent, except for the drip of water echoing off stone.

Thomas said pleading with the two vampires, but it was clear they never had the intention of letting him or his family go. “Are you calling our Prince a liar?” The vampire now asked, as they continued to close the gap between themselves and Mr. Thomas’s family. With a shaky voice, Mr. Thomas said, “No, but I am telling you that the book isn’t at the estate. If they have it, they are keeping it somewhere hidden.” “So, then you failed your mission to find it, and we told you what the consequences would be if you failed.” Before I knew what was happening, the other vampire had Mrs. Thomas in his hold, pulling her away from the family, as the one that was doing all the talking said, “One must di

The edges were soft. The corners bent. He opened the first page. There were no words. Only drawings. Beautiful drawings. Families. Mountains. Stars. Animals. Gardens. Peanut climbed onto the sofa beside him. Then announced, "You read." Thomas looked uncertain. "I don't know if I can." "You can." She sounded absolutely convinced. Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable actually. Thomas looked down at the pictures. Something inside him relaxed. He began making up a story.

I was enjoying every bit of time, chatting with Rory. I wondered when Lazarus would be returning, though I didn't ask. "Are you okay?" I asked, as an afterthought. He nodded and played with his fingers. A thought popped into my mind, at that moment. "What about Thomas?" I asked, taking another glance at the stoic looking handsome Alpha at the other end of room. "Thomas? His story is quite.... unbelievable." Although Rory lowered his voice to a whisper, Thomas raised his head from the magazine, and threw a hard stare at us.

It was Saturday today and I walked to the meeting house I could blink but chose to walk, Damon and I had been blinking all week, I was bored of blinking, I got there and Thomas was already there he greeted me and I greeted him, I wasn't a part of the witches council anymore, as I was queen, but I liked attending the weekly meetings, Thomas was my guide, my right hand man, as I believed I still had a lot to learn, according to Thomas, however, I was learning pretty fast "MY queen we recieved a message from the black wolf coven, they need our help, they have called for our help" Thomas announced, "We will leave in the morning" I told him, to which he nodded the meeting was over quickly after t

“What do you plan to do? For the past thirty years, you have visited Mount Littleroot thrice. You have read through all of the Blithes’ martial art manuals in the library.” In the past thirty years, Thomas had been here thrice. Today was the fourth time. During the previous times, he went straight to the library to read the martial art manuals. Winston was totally unaware of an unwanted guest in his library the first two times. It was only on the third time that he bumped into Thomas, who was rummaging through the bookshelves. The two even had a brief conversation. It was then he knew that this man before him was Thomas Caden.