Thomas Kills Barney Novels & Stories

Despite my grudge against Thomas, he was hot, really fucking hot, and now I was forced to endure having to look at his sculpted body covered in sweat and dirt while he battled it out with Silas. I gritted my teeth as I watched Thomas's arms flex with each movement. He was a trained killer; even with his wolf suppressed, he was a force to be reckoned with. Every move was calculated and deadly. I wasn't the only one who seemed to be caught in their fight, though it appeared Thomas had gained quite the crowd as other guards and trainees lined the fence watching them spar. Even a few females joined the crowd, observing him. "He is so hot, pure animal that one." A female giggled to her friend fro

I felt my anger boiling beneath the surface as our son, Thomas, took the leash and handed it to me. "Dad, you can go have fun with Sophia. Mom will take care of the dog," Thomas said. But when the dog lunged at me later, Thomas protected it. Meanwhile, my daughter, Alice, fought to shield me. In the end, both Alice and I were bitten to death. James didn't even take us to the hospital. Instead, he dragged our bodies straight to the crematorium. Just before I turned into a wisp of smoke, I saw Alice rolling in the flames. During that time, James and Thomas were comforting Sophia.

His voice is wild and unhinged. “Connor, get her out of here,” I bark. He nods, wrapping his jacket around Clarissa’s shoulders. “I’ll be right back.” As soon as they’re gone, I step closer. “Put your hands behind your head.” He doesn’t. Instead, he laughs. “You think you can take her from me too?” I see the movement too late, the flash of silver, the gun in his hand and bang. The bullet tears through my arm. I bite back a roar but my aim doesn’t waver. I fire once. Straight into his heart. Thomas collapses instantly with glassy eyes and a sick smile frozen on his lips.

“Do you even understand what you’ve done? Alexander Levi doesn’t just take what’s his. He *destroys*. And now you’ve made him my enemy.” Thomas chuckled weakly, lifting his head just enough to meet Max’s murderous gaze. “You were never a match for him anyway. That’s why I gave her to him. Because at least with him, she’ll survive. You? You’d chew her up and spit her out the moment you didn’t get your way.” Max snapped. With a guttural roar, he swung the crowbar, striking Thomas across the ribs. The sickening crack echoed through the warehouse as Thomas groaned in agony, but he didn’t scream.

The car was totally damaged. When I woke up in the hospital room. I don't know where Tann is. Thomas said he died in a plane crash. Thomas is married. I remember the last time I was going to act on my plan to kill Ricky. F****** freak bas****! Well! I had killed him. I didn't remember.

he said, shaking his head sadly. " It bled my heart the last time I had to kill so many of you " Thomas said, and in that moment Reuben's eyes widened in realization, and he put it all together, the attack at the beach, when Fasting had killed fourteen agents, it wasn't Fasting's men that had infiltrated the group, it was Thomas, he convinced CSS agents to fire at their own team members, it was him all along.

"The film 'Rambo' is being shown in the cinemas again. Do you want to go watch it with me?" I nodded and waved at him. "Okay. I'll wait for you to come pick me up." Thomas smiled as he saw me off. "I'm Thomas Hilton! Make sure you don't forget me!" I turned back and looked at him one last time before leaving. Later that night, there was only one lamp turned on in my study. The sound of my phone ringing broke the silence. John's voice sounded on the other end of the line. "I just received news, Ms. Shaw. Thomas has committed suicide."

It didn't add up. As I pondered these questions, my eyes caught something on the TV across from me. It was the news, and the anchor was talking about a man who had been found dead. My heart skipped a beat as the photo of the victim flashed on the screen. The familiar face sent a jolt of recognition through me - it was the man who had hit on me at the bar just yesterday. The same man whose advances Thomas Brown had so abruptly interrupted. A chill coursed through my veins as I realized that I had narrowly escaped something terrible.

"Long time no see Thomas . I'm not so surprised to see it's you, as long as I remember, you've never liked me. Both you and your uncle. I don't know why you're converting my company. You both should know it's a complete waste of time." " Now that you've recognized me , I can't definitely allow you to go right, " Thomas said with an evil smile and rushed towards Alaric. Alaric was quick to turn him and pin him to the ground. Thomas' eyes widened when he noticed the knife injury on Alaric's arm was gone. Alaric noticed and told him, " Now that you've noticed something you shouldn't have, I can't let you go right? " Alaric said with a grin on his face and snapped Thomas' neck.

I repeated. "Who?" He asked. "Beth, her number is 200. And.." I paused, taking a deep breath, "Me. 508." Thomas was breathing ragged and fisting his palms, "I'll kill him." finally, he said and rose to his feet. "Thomas, no," I chased after him. I grab his wrist to try to stop him when he slams me against a tree. I've never seen Thomas this angry before, and honestly, I'm terrified. "I will rip the bastard's throat out if he thinks he can sell my mate."