Newt Thomas Novels & Stories

Taylor's POV It's finally Friday and today, one of the top school teams in Canada will go against Zach's team for the Football competition. I was lucky enough to be discharged straight after Dr. Drake had checked the scans and informed my parents and me that nothing was wrong, and I could go home. Turns out Nora, my second sister, had been dating Dr. Drake. I found out that they were once friends from our hometown, and he had later moved here to pursue his dream as his doctor.

“Please, Thomas.” Thomas sighed, a long, wheezing sound. His gaze swept over Given, taking in the fresh bruise blooming on her temple, the bloody lip. A flicker of something—discomfort, pity, passed behind his eyes. “I don’t want trouble. I don’t want to go to jail.” “You won’t. She is strong. She will clean well. Just the house, like we said.” Thomas stared at them for a long moment, the moral calculation almost visible in his hunched posture. Finally, he turned and shuffled back into the dim interior. He returned a moment later, holding a single, crisp one-hundred-dollar note between his fingers, as if it were contaminated.

Thomas said with pride. He wasn't just a killer or fraud. He graduated from school and studied computer science but bad company led him astray. He can hack into anything of his choice but not for long. He can only get the information needed and that's all. He doesn't stick to hacking and only try that on special occasions. Thomas met Margaret years ago after her second marriage to Oscar. She has been married before but only Thomas knows that. However, they met on a beach in Spain and made out. Since then, they kept in touch until their gang grew more.

I interject, I couldn't let him hurt ink, they both turn to look at me fear in inks eyes. Anthony nods letting go of ink patting him on the back after, probably as a sorry, ink fixes his top sending me a smile, which I return. The door knocking breaks the angry moment, Aidan and a guy I don't know walking in, Anthony looks to me pulling me closer to him as they came to a stop. "For obvious reasons John isn't here, this is Thomas, a good friend of mine that's gonna step in" Aidan explains, pointing towards the new guy known as Thomas, he was quite tall with dark black hair, maybe around his late twenties early thirties.

Thomas was a stout man whose head was now covered in greys and fine lines, a scar that wasn't there when they met now resided on his forehead, his silver eyes had lost their glow and were now bloodshot. "You must be surprised to see me after you let me rot in penury." Nathan took a deep breath as old memories flashed in his head like family photos. "I'm sorry Tom..." "It's okay Nathan, u have everything you stole from me but I have to thank you for helping me build it. It would be perfect to merge Boulderfist and Transcorp as one. Just like I had dreamt, a tower." Thomas took a seat near his daughter and I could barely see the resemblance between the two, Adriana had a deceptive demeanor tha

“Dude. You really get under her skin.” James shrugged. Before anyone could say anything else, their teacher, Dr. George Thomas, walked through the door. “Sorry I’m late,” said the elderly gentleman with dark skin and graying hair. Looking around the room, his eyes settled on James. “Yes, as you can all see we have a new student. I won’t call any more attention to him as I’m sure he’s had enough.” This had the exact opposite effect. “Take out your notes, please. I’d like to continue on the OSS and how that organization’s operations helped the allies win World War Two,” said Dr. Thomas right before launching into a lecture.

I ease the door to the left of a giant roll up door. The male screams in pain. "Kieran I swear! I didn't know! I didn't know Thomas was dealing in flesh. If I had known he was auctioning off paras; I would've come to you!" "It's not just about him auctioning off paras. He's selling mortals as well. Thomas is the leader of the largest mortal ran cartel. And you're his second in command. You expect me to believe that you didn't know he started dealing in flesh." Kieran's fist flies through the air landing with a bone crushing crunch. I get a sick satisfaction from hearing the disgusting pigs bones crunch.

A tall, ungainly creature with antlers that reached towards the heavens it would never see. It was smiling. Even though it was as black as pitch, it was easy to tell. Thomas opened his mouth and turned but Nathaniel beat him to it. "I know, boy. So don't say anything. I ain't interested in thinking about this bloody farce this morning. Not yet anyway." Thomas swallowed his nerves. "But Sir, it's getting worse."

Thomas came on the second Monday of March with the expression that Ernest now recognized as his excellent-news expression: the suppressed quality of a man who had something to show and was experiencing the specific pleasure of the timing. Thomas's excellent-news expression was subtle — most people would not have noticed it. It consisted of a slight softening around the eyes, a barely perceptible relaxation of the jaw, and a quality of stillness in the shoulders that suggested someone who was deliberately not moving forward too quickly because the thing worth showing would still be there when he arrived at it. Ernest had learned to read this expression over eight years, had learned that it me

Mikel woke up next to me, and he knew something was wrong right away. "What kind of press thing?" I asked, but I already knew I wasn't going to like it. Thomas was on the screen, standing at a podium. It looked like it was at the downtown Marriott. Even at 78, he had that Romano presence, the thing that built a whole empire. But his eyes looked really scary—like he was coolly planning something, but also super mad. "Folks," Thomas started, his voice sounding like he had been talking in boardrooms for decades. "I'm not here as a businessman today, but as a worried family member trying to help a kid."