Thomas Andre Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

Knowing her, that consequence involved great bodily harm. "See, he’s okay," Marissa murmured, wrapping an arm around me. "Now we really should get going." Nodding, I turn to Thomas and motion for him to do his thing. "Guess it’s showtime," Thomas quipped, kneeling down and pressing his hands against the ground beneath us. "No one make a sound and don’t move." The area around us grew quiet as Thomas let out a long breath. Muttering something, he pressed his palms harder against the earth while bright light started to trickle from his fingertips.

André turned quickly, sizing him up before smiling. "Hey, champ. How was class?" Thomas rolled his eyes, resting his head against the window. "Like every day. Boring." André chuckled softly as he put the car in gear and pulled away slowly. "I didn’t like studying either," he confessed. "I thought it was all useless, repetitive… but I stuck with it. Today I have an excellent job with your mother." Thomas leaned forward. "What if I say I don’t want an ‘excellent’ job?" he teased. "I want something… big. Something that makes a difference."

“The angrier she gets, the more explosive her strength will be. “Thea, I won’t hurt James, so I hope you don’t disappoint me. I’m pinning my hopes on you that you’ll become the first person to reach the ninth rank.” Thomas murmured surreptitiously. His body floated away like a phantom, disappearing into the forest almost in the blink of an eye. He moved faster than a flash of lightning.

Emma curiously asked, “Compared with Donald’s deputy commander position in the eastern region, how much higher is the position of the God of War?” “Um…” Thomas contemplated for a while. “Not much higher. It’s just less than twenty levels higher.” Less than twenty levels? Did he say that it was not much higher? That was totally the difference between an ant and an elephant, okay? Emma was completely taken aback. If she had known that Thomas held such a noble status, she also would not have been criticized by people all this time. “Are you still the God of War now?” Thomas hesitated for a while. Just as he was about to answer, he heard Johnson shouting from the living room, “Thomas! Thomas, co

One powerful jump and it would go straight for Thomas’s throat. Adrian told me to stick to his side like glue… but if I don’t do something, Thomas might die. What should I do? Leah rolled her eyes in my head as we tore through another rogue. ‘Just mind-link him, you dramatic hero with a mid-life crisis.’ ‘Oh. Right. There is that.’ “Thomas! Behind you!” I shouted at him immediately through the mind-link. Thomas spun sharply at the exact right second, catching the rogue mid-leap and tearing its throat out with his jaws.

************** CHAPTER SEVEN. ************** BRINLEY. It felt like knives all over my body as I hit the water, but that was a rush. So much adrenaline was pumping through my veins. When I surfaced, Thomas was already above the water smiling at me as I came up. "Fun, huh." I couldn't help but giggle, "Yeah, it was." "I got a blanket sat out over there. Do you wanna talk for a while?" I nodded, "Okay," We both swam towards the shore, not bothering to get dressed, knowing we would be back in the water. "How many girls have you brought here?" "Girls?" Thomas chuckled, "I don't fuck girls, 508."

The heavy door to the third-floor master suite closed, shutting out the distant rumble of the club downstairs. Andreas stood by the wide leather couch, unbuttoning his vest with slow, deliberate movements. His mind was a dark place tonight. The stress of Tobi hunting for his weaknesses, paired with the chaotic fallout from Marco’s near-execution, had left a raw edge in his chest. He needed control. He needed something solid to hold onto, and the only thing that could anchor him right now was the boy standing near the entrance.

Adam repeated, almost whispering. I didn’t correct him, there was no point lying. Thomas would find out eventually. He always did. I sat down across from him and opened the folder. I studied every inch, memorizing and breaking it down. Rebuilding it in my mind, Looking for weaknesses. "Thomas is smart." I said. "He expects you to come alone, he expects you to panic. He expects you to walk straight into a trap." "So what do we do?" "We do the opposite." I answered.

“Oh my, that's a lot, keep it up. — Isn't it? Next week I'm going to send them to teach me to read, I'm ready. —Great, then you read me a whole book that I'm having boring days. — Come home, man, we can play here and I can teach you how to make bracelets! I gave Uncle Trev one the time he came over, hopefully he didn't take it off. And Uncle Thomas? I have one saved. I have no idea where Thomas is. I sent him to Canada to establish an alliance with a group that maintains a cartel of motorcycle gang members, who are actually hired assassins highly wanted by the FBI and DEA. They are very effective at their job and keep a low profile. Just what I like. However, she hasn't heard from Thomas sin

Valeria was going to congratulate him and he was going to earn all the money he needed to to start over. Thomas remembered again. ‘Don’t tell me what you have prepared, don’t ask me anything, I don’t want to know anything until the moment I see Gadriel is no longer in this world, okay?’ The screams of the little boy made him come back to his reality. “Thomas! Thomas! Thomas! I’m ready, I’m ready to learn how to ride!” Thomas turned around. “Hey, you! Are you ready?”