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.

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 April with the expression that Ernest had been reading for nine years. Nine years of the Thomas Monday expression. Nine years of going to the kitchen garden gate. Nine years of foxgloves. "The foxgloves," Don said. "And the roses," Thomas said. Two things this year, which was new. Thomas had not combined the subjects before. They went to the kitchen garden gate first. The foxgloves in the tenth spring were at the quince trees.

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

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.

"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."

No one thought more about Beth’s mumbling. “Ummm” Thomas hummed as he narrowed his eyes in thought “Looks like we have to unlearn everything we know and start from the beginning.” “In this week, before the coronation, let’s take it easy.” Thomas continued “I will scout to see if I can hear anything.” “I will shadow the old geezers.” Orseus volunteered “You never know what these foxes know.” “What about us?” Martin frowned when he saw the conversation had ended. Jack’s emotions were too unstable for him to respond.

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.