Thomas And Friends Humanized Novels & Stories

At this moment, Thomas looked at Wilbur and said, "The coffee tastes great. I'll remember that I owe you a cup of coffee. The next time you come to the Allied States, the coffee's on me." "Sure, no problem." Wilbur nodded. Thomas pondered in silence for a while before heading to the security check. He had just taken two steps before turning back to look at Wilbur. He said, "Mister Penn, another thing. I guess that we're already friends, right?" "Hmm…" Wilbur looked at Thomas with furrowed brows. Thomas explained, "You're the first person that ever defeated me. You might be strong, but I will get stronger too. I will look for you in the future and defeat you!"

“He’s smart. He excels at everything he tries his hand at. He has a calm, cold exterior, but if you look closely, you can see the warmth inside.” Thomas squinted at me, trying to gauge my sanity. “He has great hygiene,” I continued, unfazed. “He always smells nice. Not overpowering, just... clean. Like cedar and fresh laundry. Also—he likes animals.” Thomas stared at me, bewildered. I shrugged. “What? I’m just stating facts.” “Wow,” Thomas said, shaking his head slowly. “You’re more obsessed than I thought.” “I’m not obsessed,” I replied firmly, indignation rising in my chest. “I just notice these things about the people I like.”

"Calm down, striker. We're all friends here." Thomas chuckled dryly, glaring at them. I felt nervous all of a sudden but then plain confused as the three then laughed and tackled each other. "Well how can I be calm when two nitwits are trying to steal Dahlberg away from me." I knit my brows, but not at what Thomas said, "Wait, you guys are friends?" "Of course we are. We're a team." Thomas smiled, placing an arm of either of the guys' shoulder, lifting himself up from there.

I looked at the door, and tried not to smile as I remembered how cute Jakob had looked. “He wishes to get to know you better. What humans call, dating, I suppose,” he mumbled. I bit on my bottom lip, he wasn’t so bad looking. If I wasn’t in this mess with Thomas, I would’ve probably asked him out. I tried taking the thought back, but it was too late. Thomas read it and lifted his head up, and took my head between his hands. “What? Do you think that he would be good for you? No man or boy,” Thomas hissed the word, “is good enough for you here. Understood?” I shrank away from him, and put up a mental wall.

But some of us… are cursed. A rare few are bound to humans who are broken—mentally, physically, or, in the worst of cases, both. And in even rarer, more tragic instances, both wolf and human are fractured beyond repair. I was one of the unlucky ones. My human, Thomas, was not always a monster. Once, he was just a pup—playful, eager, filled with the limitless curiosity of youth. He would chase after the elders, desperate to learn, to prove himself worthy of his bloodline. He was meant to be an Alpha, a leader. Strong. Just. Fair.

And just like what is on Elyse and Ezra's minds, he is too enthusiastic and glad about this. "Oh wow, it is so sudden but I am more than happy for Valerian. You seem like a very nice woman and you two look so good together," Thomas said with a big smile on his face. Thomas has this strict aura but seeing the smile on his face makes me comfortable around him. And the fact that I can read his mind and found not a single thought of negative things makes him trusty.

The Thomas I mentioned. “Alianna. Tammarah,” Isagani said as Thomas reached us. “This here’s my good friend, Thomas.” Then, turning to him: “Bud, these are Reya’s friends—Tammarah and Alianna.” I braced myself. I fully expected Thomas to be aloof, cold... Thomas. But instead, he extended his hand politely. “Nice meeting you,” he said—and smiled. Wait. What? The same guarded man who always looked like he was calculating the weight of the world… now smiling like someone’s friendly neighborhood island guy?

“That’s my friend, sweetheart. His name is Uncle Thomas. Be polite, okay?” Noah nodded seriously, processing her words, before giving her a small smile. By the time they approached, Thomas’s expression had softened into the widest grin she had ever seen. His eyes weren’t just on her—no, they were on Noah, drinking him in like a man starved of something precious. And when Maxine introduced them, keeping her tone calm and measured, Thomas lowered himself slightly and extended his hand. “Hi, Noah,” he said softly, his deep voice surprisingly warm. “I’m Uncle Thomas. It’s very nice to meet you.”

ㅡI insisted. We were on the road waiting for a cab. Thomas scratched the back of his neck and didn't look at me, he just kept his eyes on the road, it's like he sensed something.... I don't know he looked very anxious. ㅡLittle Anne, I'm fine.... ㅡhe came a little closerㅡAlthough the idea of you taking care of me I like it.... ㅡsmiled sidewaysㅡYou could make me some soup and feed it to me like a baby.... ㅡhe joked. I looked at him with boredom.

“He will be stupid if he doesn't come running back and begging you to be in his life.” “Thank you. Thomas, you just know exactly what to say.” I smile. “I will always be there for you. No matter what. I am your protector but, in some sense, your big brother.” Thomas starts laughing. I joined in with his laughter. We talked for hours about what he did when he visited grandma. Everything that happened there and that he met a girl his age. he said she is beautiful. she has long brown hair. Slim body. Bright blue eyes.