Newt Thomas Novels & Stories

“This feels suspicious.” Mrs. Holt looked offended. “Suspicion is an unfortunate attitude to bring toward cake.” Thomas looked toward Adrian. “You knew about this.” “I know nothing.” “That is a lie.” “An extremely weak lie.” Margaret laughed. “He has not had a birthday celebration since before Eleanor was born.” Thomas sighed dramatically. “I regret sharing information with people.” “Too late now.” The celebration lasted two hours. Stories appeared. Photographs appeared. Apparently Thomas had once attempted to build a canoe and accidentally built what witnesses described as an aggressively floating table.

Beta said to Thomas. “I will be going for a stroll tomorrow so make sure to come early so that we can both go together” Thomas informed Beta because he didn’t see any reason why he should not go for the stroll tomorrow. “Tomorrow?” Beta asked Thomas curiously because he was surprised that Thomas wanted to go for a stroll two times in a week. “Yes Beta, tomorrow I want to make sure I see Britney because she is my new bride even if she likes it or not she has to affect the fact that would be stuck with me” Thomas replied Beta.

"Just Thomas, Hera. Call me Thomas." "Thomas. What are you doing here?" I brace myself on the counter, gripping it for dear life to prepare myself to look at him. "I'm here to support a new business in my city," he says, stepping right in front of me. The only thing between us is the counter, and even with that standing in the way, I feel the pull to him. I've learned to be strong for myself and my kids, but I'm not strong enough to deny Thomas if he keeps coming around.

Damon sighed, taking his drink from Max, gliding the water on the counter over to me, “Whatever you say, just don't want to be fighting over her, you know? Especially since there is a new dude in the game,” Twisting the bottle cap, I glared at him, “What dude?” “Never seen him before, his name is Thomas, looks like lives on the complex too, but— his fragrance... It reminds me of a scent, a scent from hell, similar to— dark saffron,” “Dark saffron?” “Yea, I don't know, it could be these new powers, they are— kinda off” “We have to leave now!” I got up from my stool, parting through the thick crowd.

Thomas is like that, cautious, even more so when there's someone new in the lab. “Oh, this is Thomas the sniper, he keeps track of all the weapons we're given, he and Trevor take care of our materials. Trev is the one with the vehicles, he is a very good driver, even so he almost never shows it, he is embarrassing, the poor thing. But don't be confused by their pretty sweet bread faces, they are lethal weapons. —They don't have sweet bread faces. —Nathan, the almost dead one, is the boxer, the bully, the badass, although he also seems like a bread of God.

I still did not even know where my brother was, I couldn’t even hear his voice or catch his scent anymore. Nathan, who was talking to Domenico, both their voices blocked from me due to the beam that surrounded me, was furious as he tried to attack him only to get electrocuted. The bastard couldn’t even fight him like a man. His eyes met mine and he smirked before he looked between the two of us, removing the barrier that blocked his voice

Catherine settled inside the car. "Hello Catherine, my name is Thomas and I am the personal assistant of Mr. Mendez," said a man wearing black suit from the front passenger seat. "Hello, Thomas," Catherine greeted him. Though in her mind she was repeating the name Mr. Mendez. It felt familiar to her but she couldn't remember where did she hear that. Maybe she heard it from the dean of the orphanage, she thought. "Please take these," Thomas's voice pulled her out of her strings of thoughts. He was holding a brand new iPhone and MacBook. Catherine took them from him cautiously and heard Thomas continue.