Thomas South Park Novels & Stories

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?”

Maybe I should choose one of the twins for number twenty-four instead. ​Thomas: #10. Go to an arcade. #15. Prank call people. #17. Hide a walkie-talkie in a tree and scream when someone walks by. ​Thomas was more of a joker than any of the others. He’d love to prank call people and scare people. Steven had told me about all those times when Thomas pranked him and their parents while growing up. Maybe he’d even add a few more things we could do to the list. ​Steven:

“Thomas is in the square. He has the script. He gave me a preview and he’s very loud.” “Good. Tell him to start.” I move back to the window. Thomas is a professional agitator. Hollis found him in a tavern near the border. He has a voice like a foghorn and the moral compass of a feral cat. I paid him ten gold pieces to stand on a crate and scream that Kieran is mentally unstable, that he sent Alexei away to sell pack secrets to Redmaw, and that the grain surplus is actually poisoned. It’s crude, yes. But fear is a crude instrument.

He was livid. "Why can't I just catch a fucking break? Here I am, in the God damned apocalypse, and I'm nothin' but a fucking babysitter. I feel like I have to be everyone's fucking dad all the time! I'm sick and tired of it. I didn't sign up for this shit." Thomas wasn't talking to me. He was venting toward the shelves while he checked our weapons and medication. "Why do I always gotta be the voice of reason? I'm too young for this bullshit!"

He stumbled back, his voice trembling. “I'm sorry, Autumn, I know everything. I hurt you, and I killed our baby. How could I be so stupid to fall for that cursed woman's lies?! Please, will you forgive me? I was wrong, it was all my fault, but I've really learned my lesson now!” Before I could say anything, I heard someone yelling nearby. “Stop right there, you little brat! How dare you steal my bread! I'll kill you, punk!” Thomas stumbled and ran over before quickly hiding behind Seamus’ back. As soon as he was safe, he quickly wolfed down the last bite of stolen bread.

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.

I hear Dom mutter a curse under his breath. I don’t take my eyes off Thomas. “Why? What for?” I press. Thomas swallows again, then shrugs slightly. “I don’t know. For fun?” “What?” I hiss. He hesitates, then repeats softly, “Fun. That’s the only reason I can think of.” My blood chills. “You don’t understand,” he says, licking his cracked lips. “Those people—the dark witches—they’re depravity incarnate. To them, every other creature is either useful or disposable. I believe they did it simply because they could.”

he ask skeptically "Because I miss something. That I made a mistake. You will fire me then the floor will open up underneath me because you fire me and the tunnel will lead me straight to the outside alley and then I'll go back again to the province but I don't want to go back there. Maybe I'll just become a hobo here. Oh I did not see Mr. Thomas the one beggar who is staying at grand central. Do you know him?" He looks confused and bewildered at the same time. "No you will no get fired. I assure you my office floor is stable. You will not go back to the province where you came from and I will not let you and who the heck is Mr. Thomas?" "Mr. Thomas is my resident hobo friend. I give him $10

DAMIEN RAPHAËL POV As soon as the door clicked shut, Thomas took a seat on the leather couch, balancing his laptop on the low table in front of him. I reached for my glass of whiskey and took a slow sip. "So," I said, voice low, "what do you have for me?" Thomas adjusted his glasses like he always did when he was about to drop something I wouldn’t like. "The Goons." I raised an eyebrow. The name rang a bell, but it was buried in a stack of things I hadn’t bothered to care about.

“With how it is out there, what can we do?” Thomas snorted, pushed the door open, and got out of the car. He was not Harvard nor any ordinary citizen. The God of War will never bow down to evil forces. Harvard knew that nothing would end well with Thomas getting out of the car. He quickly opened the door, got down, and pulled Thomas by his arms. “Hey, do not mess around. You are no longer the God of War. Do not go head-on with people like Silvester.” Back then when Thomas left the Southland District, he had resigned from his position as the God of War. Hence, everyone in Southland District thought Thomas became a normal citizen long ago.