Thomas Sanders Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"It seems Thomas followed Dana for some time. He took photos of her outside your house, on the street, and at the company. We believe Thomas has an obsession with her and Jeremy out of some kind of revenge. It seems things went sour in a business deal between Jeremy and Thomas. We think maybe he didn't take her from the hospital to help Dana. But it doesn't end there, Demian. There's something worse that you won't like to hear." Damn it. I hadn't stopped receiving bad news for a long time. "Tell me. I want to know everything," I demanded. "Thomas wrote obscene letters to Dana. We verified Thomas's signature on the letters with his ID card, and they match. Thomas seems to be in love with Dana

‘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.

Remember what I said,' Sage told me as she receded to the back of my mind. "I thought you said you'd be late?" I turned around and saw Thomas standing at the edge of the pond. Thomas was only wearing a pair of denim shorts, and I couldn't help it; my eyes roamed his body, taking him all in, remembering every curve of his profound body. Thomas cleared his throat. "I had another slave cover for me," I told him. He arched his brow, "Is that allowed?" I shrugged, "It is if you wanted to see me," Thomas shook his head and took off his shorts again, leaving him in only his grey boxers that strained against his muscled thighs.

At this moment, Thomas was too scared to contact Sarah. To him, Sarah was someone who wanted to take his life. She was so cruel that she even wanted to kill her biological brother. At this thought, hatred overwhelmed him. ‘Sarah, since you’re making my life difficult, I’m going to do the same to you.” After he was sent to the hospital, he immediately called Shaun. “Young Master Hill, I’m Thomas Neeson,” he instantly screamed. As soon as Shaun heard Thomas’s voice, his tone turned cold. “How dare you call me?”

Dad whispers, as I look at Thomas across the table and wish again that I had the mind meld thing to give him a piece of my mind. Dad and I have been watching the tension and attraction between the two of them for weeks and it’s been getting harder and harder for us to ignore. It’s pretty obvious that they could be mates – it’s been that way since they first met and Anders fell over himself introducing himself. “Not the time or place and not your business Con.” Thomas barks back and stands. “My apologies everyone, I’m suddenly not feeling well so will go back to the house. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I screamed, "What the hell is going on here?!" My shout shattered their passionate moment. Thomas whipped his head around, eyes wide with shock. He scrambled to find clothes, his hands fumbling uselessly. Neither of them were dressed and the duvet barely covered them both. Sandra, unlike Thomas, didn't even try to hide. She just stared back at me, her expression devoid of regret. Disgust churned in my stomach and I restrained myself from beating her to a pulp at that moment.

Then he told Thomas, "I'll cover your son's treatment. Don't say a word to Sandra about what happened today." Thomas was taken aback and wanted to ask why, but the words died in his throat the moment he saw the warning in Wesley's eyes. After Thomas left, Skyler couldn't help but ask Wesley, "Are you going to let Ms. Sandra walk free after all she did, Mr. Coleman?" Wesley stared at the shimmering lake, his voice low. "Absolutely not." He had thought Sandra was innocent and just chasing her dreams. Little did he know, she was actually vicious, cruel, and cold-hearted.

The place where it once beat is now just a black hole, only glow faintly at the sound of that word. Kyle Branson. Perhaps this is the ultimate ending. Thomas is good, very good, more than good. He is the perfect lover. I gently kiss and caress Thomas, and perhaps in a few years, I will accept his proposal. Then, in a few more years, I may have new children.

Sandra’s whole body shuddered, her cunt already clenching before he even entered. Then he thrust in and Sandra screamed around Thom’s cock, choking and moaning at once. Her walls fluttered, greedily clamping down on him as Henry sank deeper. Fenny moaned. “Aww come on Henry, fuck me too." Henry grinned down at her, his cock buried halfway in Sandra’s tight, soaking pussy. “Hear that, slut? She’s jealous.” He slammed forward the rest of the way, hilting deep inside Sandra's tight cunt. Sandra nearly sobbed with relief. Thomas poured down her throat, overwhelmed by her moans.

Serena’s stomach twisted, but she didn’t let her fear show. He traced the cold metal along her jawline, watching her reaction carefully. “I could make this so much worse for you,” he murmured. Serena didn’t flinch. “Then do it,” she challenged. “Or are you just all talk?” Thomas’ nostrils flared. “You really think Ryan is going to come save you?” he sneered. “You think he gives a damn about you after everything? He’s too busy licking his wounds, embarrassed that the whole world saw his father screwing his fiancée.”