Odd Thomas Novel Novels & Stories

Could it be what he was thinking right now? “No.” He said out subconsciously, making Jessica turn to him. “... Did you say something Mr Thorne?” Jessica asked. “No… Uh —That was just um… a voice. A voice in my head.” He was startled. He has never startled in a speech before. Not even in the presence of the high-class citizens like himself. What was wrong?

Howard leaned against the back of his chair and looked up at her with a smirk. Liesel bent down and explained a few things to him in a low voice. Meanwhile, Thomas was in Bloomfield. He had a splitting headache after waking up. Cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, and the room stank of cigarette smoke. Thomas was dumbfounded for a moment before immediately pushing the blankets off his body to smell himself. He sighed in relief when he did not pick up on any strong cigarette smoke, and he still smelled clean and refreshing. He leaned against the bed frame and was unable to regain his strength for some time.

They didn't want to get stuck in traffic for hours and make the journey home uncomfortable. Olive looked around the room. The room she was staying in belonged to Thomas. This house only had two rooms. Thomas had invited Olive to sleep there after a long night of engaging conversations with his mother. They talked a lot, including stories about Thomas when he was in school. Olive often giggled hearing all the stories from Kalina. And it wouldn't be complete without some old photos adding their own flavor to the tales. The photo album was still on the table, surrounded by many books about business and banking. Thomas seemed to have a special interest in the world he was currently pursuing. Oli

My fingers tingled a little yet I moved them. Next was my mouth. I tried to speak but my voice felt like it was a croak. “What time is—” I coughed midway, “Who's at the door?” Thomas was standing in the doorway, leaning as if he had all the time in the world. He didn't answer right away. He watched the witches like someone watching and expensive show, maybe he was savoring the moment. The door swung open then. I heard footsteps and they sounded heavy. They smelled like blood and dust.

(Thomas) As the cartoon movie began to play, I felt the strangest sense of déjà vu. I felt as though I had read the book that this movie was adapted from. My mind flashed back to a little hardback in baby blue with golden stars. Yes, I definitely know this story. I leaned towards Jack, who was seated on my right. “Have we watched this movie before?” I whispered to him. He chuckled slightly before he responded, “Of course, Thomas. This is one of Lydia’s all-time favorites – book and movie both!”

I wasted no time in explaining what had happened, and showing him Thale’s arm. He’d brought his trademark case of books and scrolls, and I prayed that somewhere, hope lay within the ancient pages. He laid everything out on Thale’s dark mahogany desk opposite his bed. The same one he’d had brought into the room when I was recovering. “Sophia, I’m going to be honest with you, his odds aren’t good.” Thomas flicked through the yellow pages of a large leatherbound book. “I’ve already been told that,” I said, trying to remain calm and not snap. “I want to know if there’s anything we can do.”

What he brought out didn’t look like a novel. It was an old leather-bound journal, hand-stitched, pages stained with age. He handed it to me without a word. I opened it slowly, and the first thing I saw was a sketch of a man mid-shift, half-human, half-wolf, his mouth open in a silent scream. “There are stories,” Thomas said quietly. “Stuff no one talks about anymore. Most people laugh it off. But there’s always some truth buried in the myths.” I nodded, heart racing. “Where did you get this?”

He later came back to my class before the end of that day and asked for me, we had a chat outside then he asks me at first, Hey Thomas, how do you know this book has book three? I replied him, that I just know that as the content of the books shows that it has a book three. I realized at the aftermath that he ha also read the book as he never thought the book would have book three, but through my spirit of inquisitiveness, I could know the book has it so. He had to make a call with those that sell such book and there they told him the book has book three.

“I’m surprised you’re even willing to leave your territory. Let alone choose to come to mine. Aren’t you afraid I’ll try to keep you there?” “And what? Start a pack war? Or lose my pack just to keep me?” “Gods, how did everything get some complicated?” Thomas tiredly threw his arm over his face while his brain became bogged down with complications and politics. “That’s it enough. I can’t think anymore. I’m going to sleep.” “You do that. I won’t be reading much longer.” She dimmed the lights now and read the book on her phone for a little while before she too stretched out and took a nap.

Rival’s POV The motel room still smelled faintly of burnt coffee and cheap detergent when I opened my eyes. For half a second, I didn’t remember where I was. The weight in my chest was lighter, my body wasn’t thrumming with that constant, jagged edge of violence. Thomas was sprawled in the chair, boots still on, a book face-down on his stomach. The idiot had actually fallen asleep reading. I almost smiled. Almost. That day off had been stupid, dangerous, indulgent. And fuck me if I hadn’t enjoyed every second of it. Ice cream, park benches, the sound of Thomas groaning like I was the world’s biggest headache—it had felt too normal, too easy.