Newt Thomas Novels & Stories

Garrett The private conference room at the downtown athletic club was soundproofed, discreet, and miles away from the watchful eyes of Crawford Industries. Across the low glass table sat Thomas, who had managed the estate’s private grounds and vehicle fleet for nearly a decade before abruptly handing in his resignation five months ago. He had refused a severance package, packed his tools into an old pickup truck, and moved two counties inland.

Thomas survived and is hiding, rebuilding his own network separate from Alexei's Silver Council and Elena's traditionalist faction," Santiago said. He wants to meet with Elena privately to discuss 'the third option' for werewolf governance that doesn't require Alexei's authoritarianism or Elena's failed peacekeeping." "It's a trap," Marcus said instantly. "Certainly," Elena said. “But if Thomas can maintain void anchoring without personality dissolution, we need that information even if it means walking into his plans." Elena brought Dante and Marcus as backup despite Thomas's request that she come alone to the neutral Swiss meeting with Santiago as intermediary. Thomas appeared healthier th

me and a little worried at why he was telling me this I probed him but he was completely healthy, ‘I am fine Sirius, don’t worry, I just wanted you to know that you have, well options if you like.’ Looking up at him I said softly, ‘Thank you Commander’ He chuckled again and told me,

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

his deep, smooth voice suddenly cut through the sound of the rain. My heart did a violent flip against my ribs. I froze, holding my candle tight. "I... I was just getting water. The power is out." Thomas stood up from his chair. He was a tall, imposing man, and as he walked slowly toward the door, his shadow completely swallowed me. He stopped right in front of me, his gray eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees instantly go weak. His gaze slowly dropped down my body, taking in the sight of my big boobs straining against the white silk nightgown.

“And the lovely lady?” Thomas answered without hesitation. “Meet Piper. My wife.” The word landed. Unavoidably heard. Piper felt it draw attention, felt the brief pause as it registered. Ward’s wife, an early forties statuesque beauty in emerald silk, smiled too brightly. “She’s lovely,” she said, her eyes already moving on. Thomas’s steady fingers closed around Piper’s hand deliberately, as they turned away. Moving on. “Harlan Price,” Thomas continued. “Founder of Harlan Cybersecurity, a startup. He’s also my business associate.”

I wanted to know if he was bipolar so I could make a mental note about it “That’s the thing about you newbreeders, you get an inch and then you want a mile” he started to move closer to me as I backed away from him. “Why do you have to ask for so much? Damn, I thought you were going to be different” he said before he stormed off.

"Mr. Farrell, this is the renowned traditional medicine expert, Mr. Theo." The medical department had recently invited a prominent figure for an exchange, sparking excitement among the faculty. Ultan hadn't expected to encounter the elusive figure during his morning jog. "Mr. Theo, I've heard a lot about you," he said, extending his hand, to which Thomas gave a slight nod. Despite his arrogant attitude, Thomas was known for his exceptional skills, capable of curing all kinds of diseases. Observing Catherine by Thomas's side, Ultan couldn't help but be curious. "Catherine, why are you with Mr. Theo?"

The Gravitational Press settled into its stone bed, the copper cables cooling with a soft, metallic ping. ​Thomas appeared on the holographic screen, his face streaked with indigo but his eyes filled with a peace I hadn't seen since he was a child. "The Census is complete, Mama. The world is 'Mapped.' But not by the Council. By itself." ​"What do we do now, Thomas?" I asked. ​"We live in the margins," he smiled. "We’ve built the 'New Foundation.' Now, we just have to see what people decide to build on top of it."

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.