Thoma X Ayato Novels & Stories

"Tate Abrams is the reason you and Mommy are here right now, little guy. Bad people tried to hurt us, but Tate, Tate was brave, and Tate cared about us, and he made sure that he protected us with everything he had." Recognizing his own name, "TATE!" he squeals with delight, his chunky hands slapping the cool surface of the stone. "Yes, baby, just like you, Tate. Tate was a big strong warrior and a very special man to me. Just like you are so, so special. You will grow up and be strong and kind just like him and just like your father." He coo's as his attention quickly goes back to pulling shards of grass out of the ground. Throwing the deep green blades into the air, his high-pitched giggles

Kaito blushed and slapped his hand away, quickly looking around to see if anyone was watching. Okay. I think I was starting to be a third wheel so I turned to leave but Kaito held my shoulder. "Aito, where are you going? I haven't introduced you yet" he said. I turned to them with a smile. "Yasu, this is my new friend. Yamamoto Aito. Isn't he cute? And Aito, this is Takahashi Yasu. He is my -he paused then lowered his voice to a whisper- he is my boyfriend"

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”

Conceivably, their happiness must be because of the new yam festival. Ugomma sniffed and held the loose end of the sackcloth on her waist, yanking them and not minding the fact that it was exposing her naked body. Silently, there was a still voice in her head, praying and wishing that peradventure, the King’s messenger must have borne a false message. “Ugomma, it’s your turn,”

At the nearby restaurant, I was watching the little angel as he was eating. I didn't order anything for myself as I wasn't hungry. Martin didn't order anything either. After he had calmed down from the terrible experience he went through, he told me his name was Ayato. He didn't mention anything more than that. " How's the food, Ayato?" Is it to your liking?" I asked him as he was eating with passion. Ayato is a boy with semi-short black hair with clear blue eyes. Judging by his behavior and appearance, I can predict that he's between six to seven years old.

“Tatiana is no longer our weapon. She is the storm. And storms don’t get trusted. They get harnessed.” “What about Delilah?” Tomas asked. “The wolves think she’s theirs. She is working with them, she's fighting along their side.” “She’s a threat,” I said, trying not to let my voice shake. “And threats get eliminated. But not yet. Not while she’s still bound to the storm. It is going to be a while for her to be able to realize her mistake. We can reshape her and if not possible then we attack.” “She’s not bound to anything,” Tatiana said from behind me. “If it is love, then the one way to do it is to kill whatever she's in love with. He's going to carve her into something different. Pain will

Bellie smirked. #ThamManager

He carries a foul odor, a mix of sweat and something even more unpleasant. His eyes lock onto mine, and there’s a predatory glint in them. "Hello, sweetheart." Images of his twisted, red face as he assaulted the woman in the cells flash through my mind. Two other men stand beside him, both clad in the same green tartan. The bald one is tall and muscular, sporting a dark beard and a serious demeanor. The other has rat-like features and mousy-brown hair that falls to his chin. Blood drips from their daggers onto the stone floor.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!