Newt X Thomas Novels & Stories

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.

"The Xavier you saw die on the Island was just a decoy. The Board doesn't waste its best assets on explosions. I’ve been working with the Swiss-Vance families all along. Now, give me the old man, and maybe I’ll let you keep one of the twins. " 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 "𝗡𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗣𝗮𝗰𝘁" 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀�

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

However, Thomas did not plan on giving up. He firmly said, “Although my teacher has passed away, his ambition continues to exist. Mr. Porter, please believe me. I can inherit my teacher’s skills and work with you to create the perfect antidote!” Teacher? Skills? Abner was stunned for a few seconds before he asked, “What’s… your relationship with Mr. Cole?” Thomas answered, “I’m Thomas Mayo. I was Mr. Cole’s student. I also have grafting skills!” As soon as Abner heard that, he subconsciously changed his mind about Thomas.

I knew there were others in Danny’s pack, I just hadn’t met any of them. Danny gestured towards the new man with red hair and freckles across his nose. He smiled at me, and bizarrely, it appeared to be genuine. “This is Thomas. He’s the book worm of the pack. He’s going to help you figure out how to work the thing.” I eyed Thomas with new suspicion as he stepped forward. “Hello Sophia, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” He inclined his head as if I was royalty. Danny smirked. “Thomas and his father before him have done copious amounts of research on the stone. He’s going to talk you through what you need to do.”

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

No, happiness was when I was a boy who’d lived a few weeks of a relationship I should never have put my heart into. Fuck, why am I thinking about that all of a sudden? “With what?” “Securing your company from cyber attacks among other things. Let’s start with that.” “You do that everyday. What’s new?” “I met someone,” Thomas confesses. It almost makes him sound like a fucking schoolgirl. “A woman, you mean?” Thomas rolls his eyes. “Not a dog, clearly.” “And?” I ask with a sigh. “She’s perfect,” he replies. “I think she might be the one.”

He looked like a man who'd been waiting for a while and was deeply uncomfortable about it, but not uncomfortable enough to leave — because Gabriel Ross didn't summon you twice. Thomas had handled my property acquisitions since I'd first set foot in Crescent Harbour. He was sweaty, nervous, and perpetually overdressed for the weather. He was also, without question, the most discreet real estate operator in the city. The man had brokered safe houses for half the shadow players on this coast, and in fifteen years, not a single address had ever leaked. In my world, that kind of silence was worth more than competence. The moment the car came to a halt, Thomas rushed toward me, his face splitting

Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi. Thomas was happily married with three kids and a beautiful wife who was wise enough to never meddle in her husband’s family affairs. Thomas was 45yrs old and currently the Managing Director of LWP. He was a Professor in the field of medicine from the University of Zurich. Thomas was the younger version of his father. He had an English and Swiss citizenship after spending half his life studying in Switzerland.

It wasn’t funny. “Who? Gerald of the Blackwoods Wolves.” Thomas’s eyebrow rose. “Hold on.” He took his phone from his pocket. “I went to school with him. Yeah, he’s a hybrid. Half witch. You don’t think he did something to her?” “I don’t know. She’s not even sure how to talk to him.” “Then let’s cut out the middleman. Alpha to Alpha. I’ve got his personal number here.” Thomas dialled the number from his contacts list.