Thomas Friends Flying Scotsman Novels & Stories

she asked, her eyes looking around until they landed on Thomas. Thomas bowed his head in respect. “Ma’am. I’m... Thomas. I am a friend of Marco’s.” Her lips parted slightly. “Marco? Are you his friend? How is he doing? Where is he now?”, she asked. With a final gulp, Thomas turns to face them all. His turning of his body was the only outward sign of his inner struggle. “I came to tell you something. Something Marco would’ve wanted you to know from someone he trusted. I made a promise to him, that's why I am here.”

Flaming Tiger walked over and said with a dark expression, “We’ve lost. The $10,000,000 we promised—” Before he finished speaking, Thomas raised his hand and interrupted him. “I don’t need that $10,000,000. Keep it to pay Cobra’s medical fees.” Flaming Tiger was stunned. “Are you sure?” Thomas shrugged. “It’s better for us to make friends than enemies. My prior actions caused your team to be laughed at, so I should also bear some responsibility.” Flaming Tiger felt a little moved. Thomas had won him over with his racing skills and character. “Thank you!”

" A voice asked behind us and I let loose the breath I had no idea I was holding. I turn with relief and my spirit that just soared takes a nosedive when I see Thor's friend. His eyes are trained on me like a hunter who doesn't want to lose sight of his prey as he advances toward us. I slowly backed away from them. I know from the look in his eyes and his elongated canines that he wants nothing but to kill me right there My back hit a strong wall and I immediately turn to see Thomas the driver, also baring his canines at me in a deadly smile. I feel cornered like a frightened mouse. They just want to scare me. They wouldn't dare harm me or would they? I weakly thought

Amelie said. “Understandably, so,” I said, “it’s your first time on an airplane. Captain Thomas is the best of the best, however. He’s been flying for 25 years.” Captain Thomas comes over the speaker, “We’re cleared for takeoff.” I make sure Amelie is buckled in and notice she’s gripping the arms of the chair. “Relax, Amelie, here, take my hand,” I offer. She laces her fingers through mine and leans on my shoulder. I want this every time I travel. I want her beside me always. I can’t wait until that comes true.

Said one of them, smirking, while his friends tried to flirt with the young and beautiful flight attendants that served their drink. “Yeah, if I got that kind of girl, I too can’t hold myself, don’t ya think? We have seven hours to go and waste that kind of beauty? I’ll have the most painful blue balls in my unfortunate life. I’ll fuck her literally in the air.” They laughed, but of course didn’t dare to go out loud. “Hey, watch your mouth, show some respect.” Thomas glared at them, made them immediately cleared their throat and shut up. “Thank you, darling.” One of them winking of the flustered girl, holding the tray, with her tight uniform that showed up her beautiful curves.

Both maybe? “Hey, you okay, space cadet?” Thomas chuckles, running his hand through his chestnut brown hair. “What? Oh, yeah! I’m fine,” Carl nervously laughs, snapping back into reality. Not now, dude. Focus! Carl thinks to himself, trying hard not to look at Thomas for fear of his anxiety showing. HONKKKKKKK! “Shit, that’s Orville! Dude, we better hustle! Get Dave and let’s go!” Thomas exclaims as he grabs his baby blue Drugs and Tears sweater from the couch and jets out the front door.

Thomas Thomas takes off his Hermes suit jacket and tosses it onto the couch. He walks to the bar and pours himself a drink. Thomas gestures for the man who looks like he’s about to pee in his pants to approach him. The man trembles with fear as he gets closer to Thomas. Thomas takes a sip of his scotch before reaching into his back pocket for a cigarette. “Light it up for me, Alberto,” Thomas says, holding out his cigarette, but the man is unable to do so because he won’t stop quivering.

Now, Thomas is back to set things right. But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest? Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time. "I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies. But apparently he found none.

"I don't want to give you the wrong idea. I'm with Derek. That doesn't mean I'm kinda into Derek or that I'm thinking about being with Derek or that I'm unsure about Derek. I'm positive. I'm with Derek. And I'm loyal, Thomas. I'm either in or out. There's no in-between for me." I waited for him to respond, but he stayed silent. In the darkness, I watched the shadow of his arm lift as he rubbed his eyes. "I can't stand not hearing your voice, Casey. You already know I want you, but we don't have to be strangers if you don't want me. I'll settle for friends and leave you be. I just can't stand the silence between us anymore." Thomas's voice cracked. "I've lost everyone, and I need you in my li

Noah naturally climbed into the chair beside him. Maxine noticed that. And strangely, it unsettled her. As if Noah instinctively gravitated toward him. As if blood recognized blood. Thomas cut the pancakes into smaller pieces. Noah obediently ate them. Maxine found that unbelievable. "How did you get here?" Thomas looked innocent. "Plane." "Thomas." "What?" "You followed me to Paris?" "No." "Really?" He nodded. "I had work here." "And coincidentally I came here too?" He smiled. "You can believe whatever you want."