Newt Thomas Novels & Stories

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

All so different. Thomas, our head fast and grown-up Thomas, who was far too determined, that he was the only one of our team that refused to have a pet name. He sat at a desk in the far corner, busy at work pinning butterfly specimens. He sat with a magnifying glass, lost in a world of his own making. He was so sensible, and seeing him now, barely turned five, and already far more mature than his years. I could see the great leader he will one day become. That it would be him out of all of them that would be the salvation of the pack.

A second later, he coughed lightly and said, “Sir’s friend… is at the top of the charts in terms of capabilities and popularity, but…” “He’s Seth Greene.” Thomas, “...”

"You really do look like shi-" "Don't-" Callum stopped him midway, he had James to deal with now Thomas wanted to join? "Don't even say it." "Alright. I won't say you look like shit, but your mother just called." Thomas chuckled, now standing in the door frame. He was adorned by a crisp black tuxedo, his starched seams could stand on their own if he wanted them to. His eyes were as bright as a new parent's first glance at their baby. Thomas was always that man, cheerful and carefree. But this side was only reserved to Callum or James if he was lucky. Anyone on the outside who never came in contact with him would assume that this man was not one of the most important men in the government age

Recently, Thomas started to wear women's clothing to work every day and he even wore a long black wig on his head, which made him look like a delicate lady. Everyone was now trying hard to adjust themselves to Thomas's new look, except for Rex, who felt nothing. Besides, no matter how he looks, he'll always be Thomas in my eyes. Anthony also returned from work at Taadi University. After he successfully dismantled the bomb, Nathan had awarded him with a 'Birdie Inspiration Award' as an encouragement. Connie had also awarded Anthony with a 'Humanity Jayden Fund'. In addition to the fact that he was promoted to the position of Taadi University's professor after resigning from Klaus's company, h

“Thanks for the trouble, Chief Sheridan.” Nicholas smiled. Thomas waved, and someone pulled Joe up from the floor right away. Joe shouted as he struggled, “You… You’re on his side! Don’t you know that Nicholas Thompson’s a gangster!?” “Mr. Tanner!” Thomas snorted, “Mr. Thompson’s the CEO of Sol Entertainment. He’s contributed significantly to the development of film and TV culture, and he will participate in the top ten outstanding youths of Centrolis next year! Do you mean that our mayor can’t distinguish right and wrong?”

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.

Franz opened the door and three strange looking men wearing black uniforms walked in. "This is Stephen Staromana , 5th in command of the Covert Ops." Franz said introducing him. Stephen had colorful feathers on his right eyelashes and eyebrow. He had shiny skin and jaw-length hair, which, in conjunction with the feathers, gives him a somewhat feminine appearance. The guys began to wonder if this guy was seriously in the military. "This is Edmund Belvis, 3rd in command of the Covert Ops" Edmund was a tall skinny bald guy who looked like he wore red make up next to his eyes. The boys were really beginning to doubt Franz's judgment.

He smiled. The house was exactly like the one I described to him. Within a week we moved out of the apartment and into the house. I officially joined Thorn cider and helped Nick with running a branch of the company. My admin skills came in handy and my new skills I learned from my promotions came in handy with promoting one of their new lines along with handling the business meetings to secure new contracts. I was also given an opportunity to design a new label for their new launch. Life could not be going any better.

Emmanuel’s father had known Thomas well. Not just Sunday dinners. He had written about Thomas the way people wrote about people who had changed the direction of their thinking. About a man who had shown up in London in 1968 with a certainty about what medicine was for that nobody else in his circle seemed to share. About arguments over dinner tables and letters sent back to Lagos. About the programme Thomas was building with a woman named Margaret and how he talked about it as though it was already real before it existed. The framework was in there. The whole thing. Before Thomas had formalised it. Before he wrote the forty pages.