Thomas And Friends Gordon Angry Novels & Stories

he snapped while pulling Thomas's collar hard. Thomas lowered his head in fear. "I-I'm sorry, please forgive me," he stuttered. However, the apology seemed to ignite the gamma's emotions. With a glare, he threw a hard punch at Thomas's face, causing Thomas to be pushed and stagger until he hit the café wall.

"Cecilia!" She finally lifted her head, her gaze landing on the panting Gordon. A faint frown touched her brow. The interrupted man saw red, his prize seemingly snatched away. "Hey! What's your problem? I was here first!" Gordon spun around. He might have to play the meek lamb around Liam, but this piece of trash was the perfect outlet for his pent-up frustration. He stepped forward, closing the distance, his eyes blazing with a viciousness he didn't bother to conceal.

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.

"So what did you learn in school?" Noah puffed out his chest. "I know addition." "Oh?" "What's seven plus six?" Thomas blinked. He looked at Maxine helplessly. Maxine laughed. "You don't know?" "I know!" "Then answer." Thomas looked genuinely troubled. "Twelve?" "It's thirteen!" Noah shouted. Thomas placed his hand dramatically over his chest. "I've been defeated." Noah laughed loudly. Maxine watched the two of them. Her smile slowly softened. Thomas looked... natural with Noah.

She's a little bit brave, while Gordon was laughing so hard and celebrating the success of his mischief, Amanda threw a ball of sand in his face. “Arrrggghhh!” Gordon screamed and turned to Amanda. On a normal day, he would have pushed her to the ground or dragged her long black hair but he didn’t. This time, he had something different up his sleeves. His mischief had no end, he was too devious for a six-year-old! “Of course, you want to protect your friend. He’s going to be the next aloha after his daddy dies right? He can’t even get up on his two feet, he can’t move his hands properly.” Gordon said, smirking darkly.

" Thomas was angry at the mention of Amy, hitting his cane on the floor. "Grandpa, calm down. I have a way to deal with her." Thomas raised an eyebrow, a look of relief appearing on his face. "Really?"

He dropped it directly in front of him. Then barked. Once. Thomas looked down. Then smiled. "You want me to throw it?" Cookie barked again. Louder. Thomas picked up the stick without thinking. His fingers found the perfect balance. His arm moved naturally. The stick sailed high into the morning sky. Farther than anyone expected. Cookie exploded after it. Peanut clapped excitedly. "You throw good." Thomas laughed softly. "I guess I do." Then he frowned. Not because of the stick. Because...

There were too many things going on around him for Georgia to become another problem. "And when will she come back?" Thomas frowned, really disappointed that she hadn't come to see him. "I don't know, but for now, we have the house to ourselves, and we can do whatever you want. Maybe you can teach me one of those console games you like so much." For a second, Thomas's eyes lit up with joy. It had been a long time since he spent time with his father. While Alessandro and Thomas spent the afternoon playing and snacking, Georgia, who was still at Valery's house, couldn't stop pacing back and forth, she was extremely anxious.

I bite his shoulder the same way that I did Dad’s pulling back to check it before giving it a lick to seal it. “Jesus Anders, quit yelling.” Thomas mutters, rubbing his temples and it looks like he beat me to giving Thomas his first mindlink. Anders is beaming where he sits, his excitement so pulpable that I find myself grinning too. Then he grabs Thomas by the face and pulls him over to give him a big sloppy, joyful kiss.

Gordon barked, jabbing at his phone. A calm male voice answered. "Quite the late evening. How can I help you?" Gordon adopted a pitiful tone. "Yeah, I know. Sorry to call so late, Mr. Johns. I need a favor. Some punk smashed a bottle over my head. He's got this company in Astergrad that's been getting a little buzz. Big deal, right? "Listen, Mr. Johns. We're practically friends, aren't we? Would you really let your friend get bullied like this?"