Newt And Thomas Novels & Stories

Dad whispers, as I look at Thomas across the table and wish again that I had the mind meld thing to give him a piece of my mind. Dad and I have been watching the tension and attraction between the two of them for weeks and it’s been getting harder and harder for us to ignore. It’s pretty obvious that they could be mates – it’s been that way since they first met and Anders fell over himself introducing himself. “Not the time or place and not your business Con.” Thomas barks back and stands. “My apologies everyone, I’m suddenly not feeling well so will go back to the house. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Who do you think will win?” Theodore or Thomas?

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.

Mates can’t help themselves around one another. Thomas and Valerie only found each other about three months ago. Valerie turned eighteen, and Thomas was the new kid in the pack. They’ve been inseparable ever since. Even with my heartbreak, I can’t help but admit how cute they are together. Valerie is a tanned, athletic blonde, while Thomas is almost as pale as his platinum hair, but somehow, they fit. They fit because the moon goddess made them for one another. With that thought, I cry.

"So what did you learn in school?" Noah puffed out his chest. "I know addition." "Oh?" "What's seven plus six?" Thomas blinked. He looked at Maxine helplessly. Maxine laughed. "You don't know?" "I know!" "Then answer." Thomas looked genuinely troubled. "Twelve?" "It's thirteen!" Noah shouted. Thomas placed his hand dramatically over his chest. "I've been defeated." Noah laughed loudly. Maxine watched the two of them. Her smile slowly softened. Thomas looked... natural with Noah.

And then there were the little ones. Thomas and Tabitha, Torian and Riah's twins, were now ten and inseparable, currently trying to build a fort from garden cushions and old blankets with the single-minded focus of miniature architects. Thomas had his father's easy charm and his mother's fierce loyalty; Tabitha was the quiet one, the observer, already showing signs of the artist she'd become.

"Your home kind of late, you don't have a lot of time to get ready for work" "Yeah sorry, I walked my friend angel home and-" "Angel?" Kimberly said excited "How is she?" "She?" Marisa and Victor said in unison. "MY SON HAS FOUND HIM A NEW LOVE?' "NO!" zhul yelled. "Don't be embarrassed zhul" His mother said teasing him. zhul rolled his eyes and made his way to the stairs. Back at school… "Can't wait for our tournament this Saturday" Andrian said proudly. "Me too, we can show the freshman and other new members how martial arts is done" Gerand added.

I thought to myself. I knew Thomas was a neat freak and that a big part of what drew me to him in the first place. Opposites attract, you know? Like peanut butter and jelly, or sunshine and a cool breeze. He practically bathed in cleaning products and over time,I became almost like him. I remember this one time, years back, when he got into a huge fight with his colleague named Francis. Francis just wasn't on the same cleanliness page as Thomas. Apparently, Francis left the bathroom a disaster zone that would make even a garbage can blush. Thomas marched right in and told Francis to clean up after himself.

Mateo asked, running one hand through his black locks, his stomach growled quietly from lack of food. "Praying," Thomas pushed his spectacles up the ridge of his nose and watched the trees behind the fire, silently praying their night would be quick and peaceful. "'Cuse me?" Mateo sat down next to Thomas, after laying down his own jacket. Mud was always so cold, even in the summer. "Prayin' to God," Thomas, now finally relaxing, looked over to Mateo. "Don't 'cha believe in God?" Mateo opened his mouth to speak when a cry broke short.

But even she caught heat sometimes because she is very intimidating. Me and Sloane? We were different. Shorter, softer, much more curvier. Not overly toned, not built like warriors in the traditional sense. And for some reason, that made people uncomfortable. Or jealous. Shit, probably both. By the time we reached our lockers and started swapping books, Thomas came strutting up like he had his own personal soundtrack playing in his head. “Happy early birthday, twins,” he said, flicking his wrist dramatically. I smiled. “Hey, Thomas. What’s going on?”