Thomas Possessive Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She doesn’t belong to you.” “She doesn’t belong to you anymore,” Thomas shot back. “She belongs to me now, I have heard how you stole her mothers contract paper which made her mother get into debt and she landed in the hospital as a result of shock and now you want to continuing turning Emma as your slave”. Leo, Thomas called out. “Haven't you done enough?”

I answer. Rhett is shaking his head before I even finish and then replies, “No. I’d be honored, gabriel. I just…my closet is kind of a mess. I’ll help you to come lay on my bed while I clean it up and make room for you. I have some things I can donate or trash.” “You two really care about one another, don’t you? I never thought I’d see the day my son cared about anyone besides himself,” Thomas concedes. Thomas takes a step towards the door and then pauses and turns, “So do you know what Dominic’s proclivities are?”

“Do you think I’d let you go to another man so easily?” Thomas asked, licking the top of her ear with the tip of his tongue. “Do you think there’s another man who can love you the way I do?” Eleanor wrenched her head to the side, pulling away from his lips. At first, she had thought he was joking just to rile her up. But now, she could tell he wasn’t. She could tell from his scent that he wanted her, and his possessiveness was spiralling out of control.

Thomas threatens her. “What’s so good about her?” “Why are you even defending her? Did you know her before?” She asked with a smirk and Thomas scoffed. “And you all watching this Wench to beat my friend? What do you call yourselves? Humans? Are you being blinded by money? Know did you all leave your life for her? Doesn’t you all know what rich people can do? Don’t you all know she was just using you all, she will probably kick your ass off, if you caused trouble for her, you might also end up being the victim one dah” Thomas snaps at the guards, as he looks at them one after the other with an angry look on his face.

"You have to take small sips!" "Thomas, don't forget to be elegant! You need to be elegant!" After Thomas finished drinking, he continued to hold onto the empty bottle. Liesel was at a loss for words. Was this kid a little slow? Aaron couldn't keep watching this trainwreck. He couldn't stop himself from saying, "Er… the trash can is over there." Thomas was holding onto the empty bottle like it was a treasure. This was too much. However, Thomas didn't seem to appreciate that remark. Holding onto the bottle possessively, he glared at Aaron fiercely as if the latter was out to snatch it from him.

“And I find myself wondering why my mother isn’t here.” Jessica stiffened, but her face remained unchanged. “You’ll be asking those questions for a long time.” Simon’s eyes darkened. “We’ll see.” “Just leave, Simon,” Thomas said coldly. “You can leave if you want,” Simon replied. “I happen to own this building.” “You own nothing,” Thomas hissed. “You come to my home with your imposter mother, trying to claim what’s mine,” Simon said, his voice deadly calm. “But I won’t let you.”

After Sharon and Marina disappeared from sight, Jamie said coldly, "Thomas, if you have a grudge, take it out on me. What's the point of keeping a cat hostage?" Thomas smiled faintly. "So you finally understand how it feels to have something of yours taken away by someone else? And this has only been one week." Jamie's pupils contracted sharply. Thomas really was the type to repay every grievance without exception. "Thomas, I don't care what you want to do, but if you hurt Sharon, I will never allow it." Thomas's eyes resembled dark, flawless gemstones, carrying a chilling glint beneath their calm surface. "And in what capacity," he asked coolly, "are you saying those words to me?"

RIVAL’S POV Thomas’s voice followed me like a buzzing mosquito. “You don’t have to do this.” I jammed my hands deeper into my jacket pockets, shoulders hunched against the early-morning chill. The city still stank of last night — piss in alleys, smoke hanging low, the metallic bite of rain-soaked iron. “Shut up, Thomas.” “I mean it,” he pressed, jogging to keep pace. “Nobody owns you. Not Vega, not Samuel, not his circus crowd. You can walk away before—”

‘Oh boy,’ I muttered out loud as I stood there on the moonlit path, the cool night breeze tugging at my heavy skirts and carrying the earthy scent of the surrounding woods. My feet throbbed in these damn heels, and the corset was still trying to murder my ribs. Dominic’s sudden appearance had already killed my dreams of a quiet night, but Thomas’s reaction? That sent everything spiraling. Thomas looked feral. His chest heaved, eyes locked on Dominic like the man had personally insulted his ancestors. Then that deep, possessive growl ripped out of him again. “MATE.” My brain short-circuited. I stared between them, mouth opening and closing like a fish yanked out of water.

"Viktor doesn't have a last name. At least not one I know. He's just Thomas's enforcer." Ava's frustration mounted. "There has to be something. Some way to find them. Think, Isabella. Any detail, no matter how small." Isabella was quiet for a moment, thinking. Then her eyes widened. "The warehouse." "What warehouse?" "Thomas owns a bunch of properties around the city. Most of them are legitimate—offices, storage facilities. But there's one warehouse on the industrial side of town that he never talks about. Never includes in business discussions. I always thought it was strange."