Thoma X Novels & Stories

"Thelma, you're a fighter. You've never given up on anything in your life. Don't give up now. Don't leave me. Don't leave Theo. Don't leave any of us." The color reached her chest. Her shoulders. Her neck. But her heart remained gray. "Come on," Xavier begged, his voice breaking. "Come on, Thelma. Breathe. Just breathe." For a long, terrible moment, nothing happened. Then, finally, Xavier felt it through the mate bond. A single heartbeat. Weak and uncertain, but real. "She's coming back!" Luna cried. "Her heart, it's beating!" The gray faded from Thelma's chest, revealing warm skin beneath. Her heart beat again. Then again. Each beat stronger than the last.

And Tom. Tom the Cracksman, born in Whitechapel in 1974, fae-touched at age seven, thief of thirty years, member of Callum Brennan's coalition from its first year, dead at age fifty-one inside a building he chose to hold standing with his own body's remaining resources while the people he worked with carried a child to safety through the east passage.

"What are you doing?" "I'm going to tell the truth," Camelia said. Three Minutes Later The image of Camelia Thorne appeared on screens across the globe. She looked tired, her eyes red from the Marseille mission, but she stood with a terrifying dignity. "People of the world," she began, her voice steady. "Tonight, our grid was attacked by a shadow organization known as Aether-X. They used stolen data to simulate a catastrophe. But they failed. They failed because of a man who is currently serving a twelve-year sentence in Berlin. A man named William Thorne."

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.

Tom on the other side was oblivious to every other thing but the pain he was feeling, deep inside where his heart was. ***** Opening the door to her tiny flat, Martha removed her tired feet from her pumps before putting on the light. Trailing to the small sofa by the corner, she collapsed on it as she reflected on all that happened that day. From going to work to start her shift and seeing Tom seated calmly at the corner watching as she attended to customers, and then asking for Belina's address, and waiting several hours for her in the dark alley. ‘Tommy Thompson, what exactly do you want by coming back? Haven’t you done enough?’ Martha asked quietly as tears rolled down her face.

as Xavier's Shamma. Thank you guys and much love❤

Steven said as he remembered a now dead Thogg's blood which had already clotted on the living room floor. "Roger that boss" Cage stamped his fisted right palm on the left part of his chest. The remaining part of the gang bowed their heads as The Big Four walked out of the room. What just happened to Thogg was part of the X-habit game. Play by the rules or get punished in return. Commit a sin and get ready to pay a sacrifice. That was X-habit.

Because she thinks they only use women for their desires and are not able to love . king Xavier albert thomson, he has a body like greek god he is just like a shell ,hard from outside but from the inside he is soo soft but only few people knows that . Noone dare to call him by name who did they are 12 feet beneath the ground . the most merciless mafia king who runs mafia and also is the ceo of the most top biggest company of paris ,he kill first and ask question later and doesn,t show mercy beacuse according to him it makes you weak and he can,t risk to be weak in this bussniss . HE never knew he could love but after seeing her it was love for first sight or lust of having her he does

Devon POV: Slumping on my seat in my office, I sighed deeply. This was the first time in the thousands of years I've lived that I'd think about someone so much. The most annoying thing was that my thoughts weren't occupied by a female, but a male at that! " I'm homophobic, for goodness’ sake!” I yelled and smashed the wine filled glass I was formerly twirling. I ran my fingers through my hair, praying to the goddess that he'd leave my thought, but soon got interrupted when the door was slammed open.