Thomas Andre Solo Leveling Novels & Stories

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.

Cole stared at Thomas seriously. Thomas nodded firmly. “Of course. I want to learn the third level as well!” “Okay, you’re ambitious. Just practice and do as I say.” Thomas was cautious. He started practicing the second level of grafting based on the content that Mr. Cole had taught him. He kept practicing until 11.00 am and only managed to master 10% of the content. One word to describe it was “difficult”! Two words would be “extremely difficult”!

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

When it's time to get out, they exchange phone numbers and promise to keep in touch. As Andre walks to the immigration desk, he finds a sense of strength he never before experienced in this measure. The way he feels now, he can face all the troubles, nothing can shake him to his foundations from now on. Confident, he steps back into New York, ready for the victory of evil...

If it weren't for Thomas being diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer a year ago, Andrew wouldn't be back in the country now. Thomas had a 25-year-old son, Henry. In principle, Thomas was supposed to appoint his eldest grandson as the successor to the family business since he was the eldest. However, due to Thomas's cunning nature, he had spoiled his son, and Henry had turned into a debauched young man who squandered his life. Consequently, Andrew naturally inherited the family business and became the Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack.

Thomas quickly seals the entrance with a pile of rocks and branches before lighting a torch with a flick of his wrist. I lean against the cold stone wall, trying to steady my breathing, but the world tilts slowly. I glance down at my shoulder—my shirt is soaked through with blood, dark and wet. No. No. My knees buckle, and I drop to the ground just as Thomas’s voice fades into a distant echo. Everything goes black. *** My eyes flutter open to the warm glow of a small fire. A wild fowl roasts over the flames, its skin crackling. Thomas sits nearby, crushing herbs with a smooth stone.

“Almost thirty miles running.” “And forty-two hundred feet of elevation gain,” Andre muttered. “That’s a lot, right?” “Over that distance? Yes. It’s a buttload.” “Supposedly, this is the easiest day.” Andre shook his head in disbelief. “He’s insane.” “Completely agree.” I glanced at my phone on the chair next to me. “Do you think he has signal?” “He has signal tonight, and on night five,” Andre replied. “If you wanted to text him, he should get it.”