Thomas Kedden Novels & Stories

If Seth had not been present at that time, he would have found it difficult to deal with the man named Charles Yoder. Thomas sighed and continued reading. What was odd was that Charles Yoder was not related to the Yoder family. He had no father, and his mother’s maiden name was Cohen. He also had a brother who was several years younger than he was. Thomas was still feeling confused when the office door opened. Seth, who smelled like women's perfume, pushed the door open and walked in. Once he walked in, he put a sheet of A4 paper in front of Thomas. “Look at this.”

Nat had a bottle of red wine on hand, while Isaac carried the huge, fully-cooked roasted turkey from Maiella's. "Happy Thanksgiving, lovey-ducks!" Levi wooted and shouted from the back, very much looking like the hedonistic ass that he was. He brought nothing but himself, of course. Maybe just some excess testosterone, which nobody ever needed. He wrapped his arms around Jesse and K. K's left hand was behind her jeans' back pocket all the while, not letting her flashy diamond ring give the surprise away.

Kedron, who had always been arrogant, felt his courage drain from his body at that moment Apparently, the man who appeared in front of him possessed a powerful strength that was beyond Kedron’s comprehension. Kedron was a typical man who lived in a mortal city. His clan was supported by the Kim clan, which was an organization from the Second World. As a result, Kedron had the opportunity to meet many of the Kim clan’s warriors. He was well aware that there were many Transcendents in the world. Kedron had once aspired to be one. It was a shame that his strength had already been depleted due to his addiction to booze and women. In the end, he had to give up because he lacked the qualifications

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”