Thomas And Friends Gordon Angry Novels & Stories

Gordon tried to continue lying his way out of this. "Shut up! Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Darius erupted when he heard this, and with a swipe of his arm, a surge of powerful energy barreled straight toward Gordon! "Thud!" Gordon did not see this coming at all and could not dodge in time. His entire body was thrown backward against the conference table, letting out a deafening slam as he crumpled onto the ground. Thankfully, Darius was just trying to let out his anger and did not mean to hurt Gordon at all.

His leg throbbed as if he had struck solid metal, already swelling from the impact. "Your body… it's insanely tough!" Rodney stammered, quickly retreating to put some distance between them. Gordon let out a sinister laugh. "What an embarrassing move! Let me teach you what happens when you play with fire." With a booming stomp, Gordon's foot slammed into the ground, causing the entire platform to tremble. In an instant, he launched himself forward like a spinning top, closing the gap between them with terrifying speed. His skeletal hand shot out like a claw, and before Rodney could react, Gordon had him by the throat. There were two sickening cracks as Rodney's face turned a deep purple, stru

"If all you want to do is cause trouble, I don't have the time for it." "Trouble?" Gregory hissed, his eyes flashing gold. "If anyone wants to start trouble, it is that gorilla!" Lifting a finger, he pointed to Thomas to show exactly who the gorilla he was speaking of was. "This gorilla can easily kick your ass, pup." Thomas warned, smiling brightly. "Don't push." Letting a growl escape him, Gregory lunged forward, only to be stopped by Travis slamming a hand into his chest. Coughing and gasping, Gregory glared at Travis, who still seemed unphased.

Weston rubbed his throat and coughed a bit. "Christ, Tommy!" He shouted. "Not a word," Thomas said sharply. I’d never heard Thomas sound so cold before. He crossed his arms and glared down at “Victor” with a malice I never thought him capable of. Granted, his behavior was completely inappropriate, but I still wasn’t sure that justified this level of aggression. Mr. Weston rolled his eyes and stood up. "Look, Tommy, I-" Thomas shoved him in the chair again and leaned down to his eye level. He braced himself on the armrests, trapping Mr. Weston.

Aria, scared stiff of saying the wrong thing to Trey, stayed put in her room, not coming out no matter who called. Trey was shaking with fury as he scanned the documents Thomas had brought. "Thomas, tell me this isn't true." Thomas, the grandson of Trey's lifelong buddy and known for his level-headedness, had Trey's full trust. However, the bombshell he had just dropped was about Trey's own grandson, the one who seemed to make a career out of trouble. Thomas had done his homework on the Gordons before showing up, so he got why Trey was seeing red. "Mr. Gordon, maybe my team goofed and handed me the wrong file. Hang tight, I'll double-check and get back to you, okay?"

Had his Mom been standing here asking the exact same question, he would have probably just grumbled, “Stupid accident.” “Ouch,” the man grimaced. “Not good… Angry women are dangerous.” The way he said it, made Joe realize that this man could probably contribute a story or two on the topic of angry women. “I’m Thomas, by the way,” the guy said and confirmed, what Joe had already guessed by then. “I live next door.” Thomas had made a move to extend his hand, but then looked down on it and pulled it back in mid-movement. “Sorry, dirty hands…” There was an apologetic smile.

She peeks at the notification. “It’s from Andy!” she grips tight at her dress as she opens the message. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Getting close to the heart of the city, Mr Gordon hit the traffic and bang his fist on the steering wheel, fending his anger on the darn tragedy. The piles of cars halting alongside him in the traffic makes him gag for breath, he hates having a lot of people with him. Mr Gordon stares out of the window and relaxes into the seat, running his hand through his hair. A light sighs escape his mouth as his mind wander back to the necklace and how it meant so much to him.

He didn’t look away for a single second; those gray eyes devoured her. “You look beautiful like this. Messy.” She laughed softly, nervous and excited at the same time. “Stop it… What if it’s my mother? Or yours?” Thomas shrugged. He picked up the hat that had fallen into the hay, put it on his head, and held his hand out to her again. “Whoever it is, they won’t come in. But let’s leave before Orion decides to investigate.” The serval made another sound, something like a purr. Thomas scratched behind the animal’s ear affectionately, calming him.

He just kept scooping, banging, and laughing, as if the mess itself was part of the fun. “Bang! Bang!” Toby soon joined in, singing after him. “Toby,” Piper said, “don’t encourage him.” “I’m not,” Toby replied, immediately tapping the table twice. “See? Different sound.” Leo squealed with delight, jumping in his seat. “Bang!” Thomas rubbed his temple, exaggerating a groan. “You’re both fired.” “From what?” Toby asked, tilting his head and squinting up at him. “From my sanity.” Thomas pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to adjust himself with the noise.

“Maybe that was the point so you wouldn’t find him.” “I’ll waste all my money if that’s what it takes.” Thomas crossed his arms like a sulking kid. Adrian giggled. “Wow. He’s got you wrapped around his little finger.” Thomas shot me a glare sharp enough to kill. I raised my hands in surrender, smirking. “Kidding. Relax.” Adrian rolled his eyes, and Thomas muttered something under his breath before heading off, saying he’d catch a ride home. That left me and Adrian in the car with Adam driving us back to the inn. The ride was quiet at first, peaceful. I let the silence stretch until Adrian broke it.