Thomas Sanders Sides Novels & Stories

" Many people called me a monster over the years but I can say this much, if I am a monster just know it was your people that set me on the path to becoming one. Do me a favor and remember one thing. I hate your people, don't give me a reason to end your life and those of your friends." "Hayden, you good?" Thomas asked over his shoulder. As if a haze was lifted from Christopher his narrowed eyes opened wide and he saw the pale terrified look on Sarah's face, his hand still around her throat which he could feel her trembling underneath his grip. He blinked his eyes a few times as they dart around in almost every direction. Slowly he began releasing his grip on her. "I- I am sorry." He muttere

" A woman's voice, sharp and cutting. "Three of us saw what happened that night, we saw Thomas go outside to take a smoke break, and we found him dead the next morning. " "What you heard and what actually happened could be two very different things, " Sandra said gently, her eyes wide with what looked like concern. Then she paused, and that pause was just long enough, just heavy enough, to plant a seed of doubt in anyone listening. "Though I do understand why the evidence seems... troubling. " *There it is*

Sandy went first, marrying a man who adored her and had more money than he knew what to do with. Then it was my turn. A few stolen kisses, and I thought I had found the one. Thomas told me he was just a bouncer at one of Peter’s bars and promised to get a better job soon. But he never even tried. He liked working for Peter, liked gambling away whatever money he made. By the time I realized the truth, it was too late. Thomas wasn’t a simple bouncer—he hurt people for money. His criminal record was longer than I ever could have imagined.

I blink to clear the tears in my eyes as I take a slow breath out to control my emotions. “That son of a bitch!” Thomas picks up a cup and throws it at the wall as it explodes into tiny pieces, kind of like my heart at the moment. “Calm down, Thomas. We will find them.” Sandra hugs him, and his rigid posture relaxes in her hold as he breathes her scent from the crook of her neck. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe they did this. They need to pay for what they have done.” He whispers and I nod my head in agreement.

I replied, before even thinking better. He seemed not to have taken offense. Phew. “The NDA doesn't state the repercussions of breaking the agreement.” I said, “There's no need for it. Once I'm done, you'll either see no reasons to refuse me or be wise enough not to try double crossing me.” I picked up the pen on the table, and signed. Ross had no idea who he was playing with, and I was about to show him how. “Here's your paper,” I threw it at him.

Sander said in sadness voice. "And I took so long a while to go to the precinct because after fighting with my father, I went to Krestell's grandmother's house and left money that would help Krestell's family. And tomorrow I know that Edward and the other comrades who sinned will be imprisoned, and Nathaniel will be acquitted." Sander stood quietly on the floor and faced Arche. "I'll chill outside." He said and left the room while Arche couldn't believe what Sander said. He felt pity for the old woman because she didn't know what her granddaughter had done. He breathed deeply and he lay down again on his bed.

Thomas replied. Odell pursed his lips as his expression went cold. "Spencer Weiss, Will Sanders, Jonah Campbell, Ivan Lachman..." he unhurriedly listed a string of names. Then, he asked, "You know all these people, right?" Thomas replied without changing his expression, "No." The corners of Odell's mouth pulled down coldly. "But they all claim that they know you." Thomas's gaze flickered. After two seconds, he replied, "I have some shares in Carter Corporation, and they're all shareholders of the company, so it's not strange that they know me."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a sly smirk as he glanced at Ethan, adding with a wink, “It’s always the unexpected ones, isn’t it?” "Anyway, I trust you know what needs to be done next," he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But let me be clear—I want both the executioner and the German Shepard in my court tomorrow. Alive." His smirk was sharp as he glanced at Hudson. "Their condition, however, is negotiable." With that, Thomas turned to leave . But as he reached Hudson's side, he paused. Gently, he took Hudson's wounded hand in his own. Pulling a small container of balm from his pocket, Thomas applied it to the burned skin with ease.

They quickly surrounded him, pointing their weapons at him, searching him for any hidden devices, but they found nothing. "What are you doing here, traitor? Do you think Lord Zack will consider your life worth another chance after what you've done?,” one of them yelled at him. Thomas shook his head, and said, "No, I do not expect him to show me mercy. I know he will kill me. But I don't care. I'm here to surrender, and to pledge my loyalty to him. I've realized that he is the greatest of his kind, and that I was wrong to oppose him. Please, will you take me to him?,” he pleaded.

Carson's continued position was solely due to his friendship with Libby. While Carson conversed with Libby, Sid had already reached the back door of the mayor's manor. The night air was chilly, but Sid's heart was even colder. The turn of events had completely surpassed his expectations. This time, it was unlike the unexpected occurrences on past battlefields. He felt as though he had fallen entirely into his opponent's trap. He was overwhelmed with a sense of powerlessness and despair. Determined, he resolved to flee from Sandstone.