Thomas Sharpe Novels & Stories

Even in Utren, there were many powerful figures he couldn't afford to offend. Just a few minutes later, a beautiful middle-aged woman walked in, holding the hand of a four-year-old girl. Two bodyguards in black suits followed closely behind. "Good day, Mrs. Sharpe," the other greeted. Felix sized her up in secret. The visitor was actually Tasha Harner, a renowned figure in Utren. This woman was no ordinary person. Her husband, Nelson Sharpe, had been the chairman of one of Utren's top three corporations, but he had suddenly died. Everyone thought Tasha would lose her status as a wealthy socialite, but she shocked them all by displaying remarkable skill and intelligence.

“Daddy’s scared little girl. Afraid that people will find out you’re not the sweet little daughter you’re pretending to be?” “You’re responsible for her death as much as I am. You gave me the bombs Sherp, you’re in the wrong too.” “Thomas,” he says lazily. “What?” “My name is Thomas, the Sherp you once knew is long gone. You’re not the only one good at this pretend game Carrie.” He puts emphasis on my name, subtly reminding me of my secret he holds so loosely in his palms. “Which one is the real you?” I ask. “Sherp orThomas? Which one is in hiding and which one is pretending?”

Sharon's smile was cold, sharp, and laced with irony. "Thomas," she said, "to me, you were nothing more than a knife in my hand—a tool to help me rise. But you're far too sharp. You can hurt others, and you can easily hurt yourself. So… I have to let you go." Thomas stared at her. "Sharon, I'm not someone you can take or discard at will." Sharon's gaze remained steady. "No, Thomas. It's you who wants too much."

Valir sneers, slicing my arm with the knife. I scream out in pain, clutching my hand tightly over the wound. Blood trickles through my fingers, and Thomas tackles Valir to the ground. The knife slips from Valir's grasp, skidding across the floor and disappearing under the couch. As Thomas wrestles with Valir, the gun goes off once more, shattering the sliding glass door. Indeed, Thomas is following the agreement with the humans. As one of the leaders of El Order, he was controlling himself not to let out his claws and rip those bodies into two.

"Thomas, since you've realized your mistake, I'll give you some money for you to study abroad." Thomas scoffed and replied, "My Ms. Sharp has already planned my future. There's no need for you to worry!" He purposely referred to Liesel as "my Ms. Sharp." A few maintenance workers whispered among themselves, "Why is Thomas so happy?" "Of course, he's happy. That's Ms. Sharp! If she talked to me, I'd be happy for half a month!" "I think Thomas has feelings for Ms. Sharp. You know, those feelings. You get it, right?"

He felt anxious, but he could not do anything. Shawn raised his head and laughed loudly. He pointed at Thomas and said, “Thomas, your character is freaking noble. A man like you is a real soldier and commander. I’ll feel a sense of achievement only if I kill someone like you.” Thomas scoffed. “Kill me? “Shawn Murphy, you’ll always be a loser. You can’t kill me. “I’ll count to three, and you’re not able to get up again.”

Matteo explained, Spade sighed out, Matteo watched him before speaking further. "There's something else" he added making Spade to look at him with questioning eyes. "Liam wasn't the only one that was shot" he muttered out and Spade just scrunched his brows "Batroix, that Russian friend of yours, he was shot too" Matteo paused looking at Spade, the man wasn't reacting to what he was being told, he just kept his expression blank "Martineli was shot too" he added and this time Spade's jaw clenched at it ticked, Martineli was the guy Spade usually bought guns and other weapons from, he didn't even live in New York, he stayed in Italy

Sometimes, he struck first. Keller became intrigued when Dr. Cornwell saw value in Damon Sharpe’s later work. How could Cornwell find any respect for Damon Sharpe, a charlatan who couldn’t keep his facts in order? If Sharpe’s work really interested Dr. Cornwell, Keller thought, the man needed a hard dose of reality. At the same time, he realized that if Sharpe actually had made a discovery of note, he owed it to his old man to take Damon Sharpe down and stick the knife in deep.

Thomas should not have held on to those grudges even if he really despised Boris. That man was dead now, after all. Shaun’s handsome face gradually became overcast. He looked at Sarah indifferently. He was not bothered about Thomas as that man was an infamous prick, but he definitely did not expect Sarah to lie to cover up for her brother. He had almost misunderstood the situation.