Thomas And Friends Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Gregory had outfitted the room for a fantasy he had never had the opportunity to live out, but she and Shadow got to live it for him. “You look happy to be here,” Thomas glanced down at her strap on. She stroked her hand over it, with a grin, and ran the tip of her tongue over her teeth. “Something about a woman with a c–k scares the crap out of a certain type of man,” she told him. “The type you are likely to be bringing me.” And the type that Thomas was, she thought. The man was a d-k. But he was loyal to Gregory and carried out his role in the business well.

“Why didn’t you save James yourself? I’m sure you’re definitely capable of that.” “All you need to do is go back to Cansington and wait there patiently like a good, little girl. He’ll be back by your side before you know it.” Thomas’ lack of an answer did nothing to address Thea’s questions nor assuage her doubts. She drew her lips into a thin line and gave a resigned response, “Alright, I will return.” “Off you go.” Thomas dismissed her. After Thea left, Thomas removed his black jacket and pulled out an ancient scroll from its pocket. He opened the scroll and lay it on the table. Looking at the painting, a grin crept up on his face.

Sure, I winced and got pissed when someone tackled him, but seeing what was left over after a game, one where none of this was considered abnormal or an injury, was jarring. "It does. Can you imagine if I didn’t wear anything?” I didn’t want to. The thought of his body taking that sort of abuse day in and day out twisted me up, even if it was part of the game, part of his job. So I kept going, pulled the shirt off, then leaned forward and pressed my lips to one of the bruises. Arnold sucked in a breath. "Don’t be gentle with me, Thomas. I like it when you’re not.” “Can I do both?” I asked, but I got it. I liked things a little rougher myself, but I wanted to be tender with him, wanted to che

Thomas was quiet for another moment, then suddenly he smiled—not his usual warm smile, but something more teasing, almost mischievous. "Are you afraid I'll get jealous?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Mia Williams, if you're that worried about it, maybe you should marry me quickly. Otherwise I'll have to worry that every man who looks like Kyle Branson is going to come along and steal my girlfriend." I stared at him for a beat, then burst out laughing. "Thomas!" "What? I'm serious," he said, but he was grinning now. "I mean, if there are Kyle Branson doppelgangers just wandering around, catching falling children and commissioning healing centers, I clearly need to step up my game."

"That's a tempting offer. Now, what do you want to know?" Justin asked, "What is your relationship with Candice?" "We used to be classmates. She's hot, and I had a thing for her… If I have to be honest, there were a few times I jerked off to the thought of her. Unfortunately, we lost contact after she went to college." A menacing look flashed in Thomas' eyes. "I can't believe she ended up with you! "She's the woman of my dreams, and you got to fuck her! Damn it! I hate you! I didn't just want to kidnap Serena, you know; I wanted to cut you up and sell you off by parts!"

I soon realized that it wouldn’t be so easy to work in that mansion. Not just because Eva would do everything to evaluate, criticize, and despise my work, as well as guide the other staff to do the same, but also because now that I knew about Cheyenne—and Masato—I wanted to know more about EVERYTHING. How did Thomas and Masato meet? How did they become friends? Yes, they became enemies after the death of the girl they loved, but even now, why had Thomas done so much to sabotage Masato’s business?

- Please… Thomas seems to freeze in place, as if he doesn't know what to do with me. He takes a step closer and reaches me without any difficulty. He is much taller than me and his body almost completely covers me. Thomas pulls my chin up and runs his thumb across my cheek, smearing the tears away. “Do you know what could have happened to you last night, girl? he asks in an angry voice. “Do you know what those little shits you call friends could have done to you?

"Merri, I love you with everything I have. I'd never want to put us in danger because of stupidity. I'd love for you to bear our kids but not in this manor.." "What if I got manhandled?" "Manhandled by who?" "Men... Austin!" "Merri!!" Thomas immediately said with a a skeptical look on his face. "He would not, he is just as nice as his family. He is after all a Cunningham. I have been working with him daily at the ranch finding him a new horse. He even invited me to sit down with him for tea, he asked about me, tou—" Thomas paused. "We did talk quite enough about you but it was all because of the stunt you pulled the other day. He has forgiven you."

Now, Thomas is back to set things right. But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest? Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time. "I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies. But apparently he found none.