Thomas Sanders Sides Novels & Stories

I don’t want to feel grateful or relieved that Owenhas freed me from my obligation to Ashton. I don’t want to feel anything other than angry at the man who’s mailing my sisters away, ruining their lives, probably ruining my life, when he finally gets around to sentencing my father. “Thomas Dixon.” Owen’s tone takes on a strangely friendly note that I can’t trust. “You have been found guilty of treason. But you came to my aid and proved a loyal ally during the earliest days of my reign. I wonder what I have done to lose your confidence.”

His face was older than Arthur Kendrick’s, but it carried the same cold, analytical expression of a man who managed a billion-dollar sports empire. ​"You look like your mother, Sasha," Thomas said, his voice flat and empty of any familial warmth. He did not look at me for more than a second. His eyes shifted immediately to Rhys, scanning his frame, tracking the stability of his right knee as Rhys walked across the room. "And you look like a liability, Keller. The federal marshal’s office issued a tracking order for your cell phone ten minutes ago."

I ease the door to the left of a giant roll up door. The male screams in pain. "Kieran I swear! I didn't know! I didn't know Thomas was dealing in flesh. If I had known he was auctioning off paras; I would've come to you!" "It's not just about him auctioning off paras. He's selling mortals as well. Thomas is the leader of the largest mortal ran cartel. And you're his second in command. You expect me to believe that you didn't know he started dealing in flesh." Kieran's fist flies through the air landing with a bone crushing crunch. I get a sick satisfaction from hearing the disgusting pigs bones crunch.

Ryder tried hard not to roll his eyes, but ended up doing so, even snorting. "What are you doing, postman?" — I only need you to make a simple scratch with a bullet and I will unload my magazine in your fucking head. I had never seen Thomas like this before, it even gave me chills. That is to say, these two were always threatening each other, however this time was different. There was a lot more tension and hatred in his person towards Hayes. Trevor targets Thomas upon hearing the threat to his friend and leader. This was turning into a mess.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes holding theirs in a dare and awaiting their response. Stan went ahead and revealed everything to Thomas. Everything he knew. Ashley's inexplicable interest in the pursuance of Lilian’s case. Bruce and Rachel’s determination to see that the case stayed buried. “Then what is your involvement in all of these?” Thomas questioned. “Whose side are you on?” “No sides sir.” Stan responded. “It doesn’t look that way to me.” Thomas said pointedly. “Why did you come here?” Stan looked to Joe who seemed to be wetting his pants in his seat.

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

She was quite a complex woman with her grandmother for a dedication. -What? What are you talking about? I’m talking about the reunion that should bring us millions. -Ah yes that? -Yes this ! And not your dedication. -Well, they were all there with their lawyers, as well as me and mine, we conducted the talks, he called me a jerk shark. -What? That’s all ? -No, he signed me a check with lots of zeros on it. -After calling you a jerk shark? -Yes. -Obviously. I thought you’d screw this up.

Thomas sighed and took two steps toward Harris. “Where is he? He asked again. As he received no response, he ordered his men to search the house. Two went to obey the order and two stayed there with him. Then Harris saw an opportunity to act: he drew his gun and fired on the two men, two shots each in the chest, as always. The other two heard the gunshots and hurried back, weapons in hand, at the time when Harris took Thomas as a shield, putting the gun in his right temple. They targeted him and Thomas ordered them to do nothing. They heard a glass break and then the other two men who were in the courtyard appeared.

"The Evans family really had the audacity to fool us with a fake Caroline to keep our alliance! Since they're already in jail, Caroline will have to pay for their debt with her blood!" His subordinate glanced at him. "Mr. Thomas, what should we do next?" "Tell Finn to send all his men here! Doesn't he want half of the remaining shares in my hand? I'll just hand it all to him!" The men were shocked, but they didn't know what to say. In the end, they could only agree and left. A long time after Thomas' men left, a doctor came over. "How are they?" "Mr. Thomas, the mother and child are safe. There's still seven months left before the child will be born."

Heather said. "What is it?" "When Snyder Corporation went bankrupt, many members of your family were imprisoned. I heard it was because you ruined the Simpson family, leading to their retaliation. Is that true?" Thomas' face stiffened, and he frowned in indignation. "That's not true at all! I had business dealings with the Simpsons back then, but Declan's accident was just that—an accident. I merely took over that batch of goods. His death had nothing to do with me!" "Is that all?" Heather's intuition told her he wasn't being completely honest.