Thomas Possessive Novels & Stories

He wrote: We stood at the gate with Thomas on his last Monday and the gate was the gate of seventeen years of Monday mornings and the kitchen garden was the kitchen garden of all those Mondays and Thomas was Thomas with thirty-five years of the estate's account in his hands. He wrote: The building is forever. The ground keeps. Both things are true. Both things will always be true. Don wrote in his notebook: Thomas said: the ground will keep. He did not say I will keep the ground or you will keep the ground or Ruth will keep the ground. He said the ground will keep. The ground does the keeping. We are the ones who are kept. The ground keeps the account of what happens on it. The account is no

She said if I loved the girl or not. " Do I love you?" I said to myself in a whisper. She was someone who was important for my future - she was my responsibly - my property! She must be with me for the reason to survive,otherwise, I was concerned for her life that Thomas would do something to her. Either he would try to make her his possession or he would try to take her life. In that case, nobody would have the girl in their possession - that was always the motto of Thomas. Either he would conquer everything or he would not let anyone have anything....

“I don’t do childish labels but I’ll be your man.” As his lips connected with my neck I closed my eyes smiling. “My protector.” He leaned up moving his arm around me as he moved in front of me. “I will always protect you, Taylor. You belong to me.” I laughed. “You make me sound like some kind of possession.” Lucas shrugged, “you are, you’re mine.”

"You will die here. And your fucking wild rutt of a mate is dying right now in the depths of jungles of this city. I am not fucking stupid to leave a fucking mated wolf to track me down for killing his mate." He picked up an iron rod, at the of which was a heavy metal containing screws and iron plates attached, something like it was pulled out of a vehicle, a heavy truck, belonging in a garage. Some rust was covering it from the tip to the end. I had never seen it at our home, ever. He had brought it with himself. He had planned everything. Mason swung it left and right in the air in front of my eyes, making me aware that he wanted to see the fear of upcoming death in my eyes.

Probably part of his work. "Honestly, I'm not baby. I'm not". He admits, which is one of the things she loves about him. He may be possessive but he is vocal about his feelings. "What's wrong?". Trina quietly asks, still running her fingers through his hair, paying full attention to him. His hair had always been something that Trina seemed to be fascinated about because no matter how much you run your fingers through it, it seem to always fall back into the pattern it originally was in.

"No." "No?" Thomas yelled. "I invited you here. It may not be true for you, but this is our home. I hate that you've put me in this position, but after seeing all this, I need to know what else you've taken. I only hope we can replace what you've stolen." "Can I still smoke?" Joey asked. Thomas narrowed his brow and scoffed. "I don't care. You can smoke like a fuckin' chimney as long as you don't burn anything down."

Who would've guessed she would be here, with the number of children living with Xena, how can anyone possibly accuse her of keeping a woman away from the knowledge of others. A huffed was all it took, and Thomas already stride on his feet with his mother secured in his arms. He was aiming for the exit but it didn't take long for Sir Joshue to notice. "Thomas!" He roared, successfully holding Thomas in place, his shoulder flinching to his name. "Come here this instance." The tone in his voice was stern, void of any playfulness or any sardonic element. He really meant business. "No." "Thomas!"

Sky watched as the girls disappeared from his view before taking out his phone and making a call. "Find Jack Thomson and bring him to me," his voice as cold as ice, different from when he was talking to both girls. That was all him; he can smile and laugh with you, but when you step on his bad side, then he will become merciless, especially because he is from that family.

His hand fell from hers and he stared at the mark on her neck with a mix of several overwhelming emotions. She tried to read him, the clenching of his fists by his side, the intensity with which he stared at the downturned crescent moon mark on her neck. A mark all Omegas are born with, a downturned crescent moon. It is a symbol too, of their position in the wolf chain, they are the lowest of the lowest, and they live and are treated as such. Servants.

(Lydia) “And after we’re done getting candy, we can then go to visit my house.” Thomas said. He stroked Miles’ chin and then cast me a look, seeking permission but all that I could feel was dread and overwhelm. What in the world was happening here? “Do you have a car?” Miles asked him. “Yes, I do,” Thomas replied. “Which one?” Mabel hopped up and down. “Well, let’s see. I have a Mercedes…”