Newt Thomas Novels & Stories

"How long have you been working for Uncle Mateo?" Thomas shifted his weight, not quite meeting my eyes. "About three weeks. I was passing through and needed work." Something about his answer felt rehearsed. I'd met plenty of rogues in my time with Uncle Mateo, and they all had their stories. Some were open books, others kept their pasts locked tight. Thomas seemed to be the latter. "Where were you before?" I pressed, watching his reaction carefully. He shrugged. "Around. East coast mostly." I nodded like this satisfied me, but my senses were on high alert. Uncle Mateo had taught me to trust my instincts, and they were sending mixed signals right now. Thomas wasn't giving off any immediate th

Thomas stopped and turned to look at Nate. "Were you calling me?" Nate nodded, frowning. "What are you doing here?" Thomas's striking appearance was unforgettable—Nate recognized him immediately. He clearly remembered that Thomas had arrived yesterday with Wendy and the others. "I'm here to see a doctor," Thomas replied, expressionless. Nate eyed him from head to toe, skeptical. "See a doctor? What could you possibly be sick with? You're not here to cause trouble for Kelly because of Sharon, are you?"

Carrie. I typed the name 'Carrie' and alas! It was it. I opened the message. 'I miss u, Layla, I cant wait to see u. Don't worry I won't be too rough on u.' What the hell? 'I never knew u had a twin sister, should I include her too? What the fuck am I saying? She is included in 'I see u like playing the hide and seek game, u can hide but u can't run from me, Layla.' Who was that guy, we need to call the cops, he was threatening her. I quickly brought out my phone taking the guy's contact.

Like he had stood beside this man before. Many times. "I..." He frowned. "I think..." Adrian waited. Thomas shook his head. "It disappeared." Adrian didn't force it. Instead, he simply walked beside him. Then quietly said, "You don't have to remember today." Thomas looked at him. "Really?" Adrian nodded. "We'll make new memories." The sentence settled into Thomas's heart. He didn't know why. But somehow... it felt right. Then the wounded soldiers began walking home. One by one.

“Thomas is in the square. He has the script. He gave me a preview and he’s very loud.” “Good. Tell him to start.” I move back to the window. Thomas is a professional agitator. Hollis found him in a tavern near the border. He has a voice like a foghorn and the moral compass of a feral cat. I paid him ten gold pieces to stand on a crate and scream that Kieran is mentally unstable, that he sent Alexei away to sell pack secrets to Redmaw, and that the grain surplus is actually poisoned. It’s crude, yes. But fear is a crude instrument.

Thomas regretted it so much, and he quickly stepped forward and gave Newell a kick. "You heartless b*stard! Did you forget who brought you back from the orphanage to Ye Family so you can have your achievements today? How dare you frame Mr. Ye! Mr. Ye never said that he would burn madam and the young master to death! Newell, you're unforgivable!" Newell was kicked in the chest by Thomas and burst out laughing. "Thomas, are you afraid? You're trying your best to cover up for Nathaniel, aren't you? Unfortunately, it was Nathaniel who instructed me to do all of these! He's a despicable villain. He only wants Mango and her child to die!"

he called making Edwin sigh as he stood up “go easy on the maid, they are all afraid of you, and if they go there will be no one to serve you, and open a window, up will you?” Edwin called before leaving, but Thomas paid no mind, his hands instantly moving to the whiskey, he needed to be high at all times he didn’t want to think, he felt miserable when he had a clear mind

I turned my back to head towards the door when I bumped into something hard. “Ow.” I winced, my face contorting into a frown as I raised my head to see who it was. It was Thomas. He was a quarterback. I could remember him mainly because he dates every pretty thing that passed by him- be it a female or male. He was also one of the most attractive men in school. He had big brown eyes, a sharp jaw, and long brown hair that covered most of his face. He was looking at me like a fresh meal, and it felt good. It felt good to be recognized for once by Thomas Caine.

he said as he actually walked over to my principal and shook his hands. “Not a problem, Thomas.” Mr. Jones looked at me and Annabeth both. “This is Thomas; he is a therapist for those with family troubles. I looked him up today, and he came up highly recommended. I figured you three could get to know each other very well,” he said satisfied. Stunned, I looked at Thomas, then I looked over at my sister. It seemed almost as if she did too! “This is Tammy, our most troubled student by far and her sister Annabeth,” Mr. Jones said to Thomas.

Ethan chuckled, introducing one of them and warmly shaking his hand. "I hope I'm not bothering you, Mr. Ethan Lopez," Thomas smiled back. They both walked toward the sofa where Ethan had been seated. Thomas was a middle-aged man, tall and slender but still muscular. He had long sideburns framing his clean-shaven face, and his short hair seemed styled with gel. His dark skin was smooth and glossy, and he wore a silver necklace that glistened under the light. He worked for Ethan, handling all his illegal activities and underground business, and Ethan had given him considerable freedom to operate. "The meeting will be scheduled for next week," Thomas began. "We have important news to announce t