Newt X Thomas Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I threw my hands up knowing there was no other way around this argument, "Fine, alright! What do you have for us?" Thomas's coffee brown eyes observed me for a while. I noticed his lip tug sideways into a smirk. Did I forget to mention Xander and Thomas were brothers? Well Xander is the oldest being 22 while. Thomas is 20. Xander is the wild and arrogant one while Thomas is the calm and reserve one, good with computers and minds his bloody business. "I found him but you guys won't like it." Okay that got my attention good. I raised a brow,

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.

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

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.

"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 Crest is planning something. Soon." "He's been planning for months," Roman said. "Why now? What's changed?" "Julian Crest went to trial last week. The prosecution is seeking maximum sentencing—twenty-five years. Thomas blames you for that, Mr. King. In his mind, you've destroyed his family twice over." "Julian destroyed himself," Roman said flatly. "I'm not arguing with you. But Thomas doesn't see it that way." Agent Mitchell pulled up a file on her tablet. "We've been tracking his movements. Three days ago, he made contact with someone in New York. Someone we've been watching for different reasons."

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.

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.