Thomas Tmr Novels & Stories

“Do you always show up like that? On cue?” He smirked. “Only for girls who don’t give out their numbers.” The door creaked open again behind us, and this time it wasn’t some drunk dude with weak game—it was the rest of the band. Teddy straightened as they stepped out, nodding toward the tall guy with jet-black hair pulled back in a low bun. “That’s Thomas—drummer, chaos coordinator, walking tattoo gallery.” Thomas gave a lazy salute, both arms on full display—ink from wrist to shoulder, bold lines and dark florals that looked like they might move if he did.

he said as he actually walked over to my principal and shook his hands. “Not a problem, Thomas.” Mr. Jones looked at me and Annabeth both. “This is Thomas; he is a therapist for those with family troubles. I looked him up today, and he came up highly recommended. I figured you three could get to know each other very well,” he said satisfied. Stunned, I looked at Thomas, then I looked over at my sister. It seemed almost as if she did too! “This is Tammy, our most troubled student by far and her sister Annabeth,” Mr. Jones said to Thomas.

“I just noticed I know that man.” “Oh!” Mary reacted, the tone of her voice aroused by my statement. “Who could it be, Ellie? Is he someone I know?” “Mary.” I called her to a side, holding her by the hands. “Have you heard of Thane Thomas since you got to this place?” “Thane Thomas?” Mary reiterated, her voice re-echoing. “He is the same principal ruler of the Thane Wrest pack. That man thinks he will never be recognised by people and it sounds funny to many, though.”

" he said matter-of-factly. He knew that the interviewers wouldn't disagree with him. He returned to his chair and casually fastened a few buttons of his shirt. However, the most intimidating part of the dragon tattoo remained visible. It was a stark reminder of his defiance. The interviewers were at a loss for words. Even Aaron, who had been trying to keep things civil, couldn't find a way to respond this time. Awkward silence filled the room. The three of them could only lower their heads and pretended to study Thomas' resume. Thomas' last position had been as a project manager at one of the companies the Mueller family owned. His boss? His father. Imagine Thomas telling Cameron he liked m

My limbs trembled ever so slightly as Thomas took down his trousers, tossing them to the side. His dark blue boxers clung tight to his thick muscled thighs. Thomas turned towards the water, and I noticed a tattoo filled most of his back. A dagger was piercing a heart. "Are you coming?" Thomas said, breaking me from my train of thought. I bite my lip and look away. My body is urging me to join Thomas in the water. However, my mind is worried about what will happen if I do. "508. Come on." I shook my head, "I don't have a swimsuit," "Neither did I. I won't look."

he exclaimed, his tone filled with defiance. Thomas responded with a callous chuckle, dismissing Damon's resistance. "I don't need to personally ruin your life, Damon. I've already done enough to ensure you can handle it. But let's be honest here, your life was already ruined the moment you took the life of Mr. Madison—Kylie's father!" Thomas's shocking revelation hung in the air, crashing over Asher like a tidal wave of disbelief.

He looked like a man who'd been waiting for a while and was deeply uncomfortable about it, but not uncomfortable enough to leave — because Gabriel Ross didn't summon you twice. Thomas had handled my property acquisitions since I'd first set foot in Crescent Harbour. He was sweaty, nervous, and perpetually overdressed for the weather. He was also, without question, the most discreet real estate operator in the city. The man had brokered safe houses for half the shadow players on this coast, and in fifteen years, not a single address had ever leaked. In my world, that kind of silence was worth more than competence. The moment the car came to a halt, Thomas rushed toward me, his face splitting

"You will speak when addressed. Continue, Alpha Aiden." "Two weeks ago, Thomas sent threatening letters to both Mandy Foster and Tyler Silvercrest. Letters that explicitly stated his intention to take Mandy and claim her unborn child as his own." Aiden produced the letters, handing them to the Council. "These were postmarked from Morrison territory despite Thomas supposedly being under house arrest." Morrison Alpha shifted uncomfortably but said nothing.

He stood framed by the doorway, wearing a tailored navy suit, a half-lopsided smile resting on his face, a smile that didn't reach his sharp, calculating eyes for a single second. I leaned back in my chair, resting my elbows on the mahogany surface, staring him down with pure disdain. "What on Earth do you want?" Thomas stepped into the room, letting the heavy doors click shut behind him. He strolled toward my desk with a relaxed, casual stride, his hands tucked casually into his trouser pockets. "You know, Julian," Thomas began smoothly, stopping just short of my desk and looking between me and Ashley, who was standing near the glass partition trying to parse the sudden intrusion. "I’m your

Damon sighed, taking his drink from Max, gliding the water on the counter over to me, “Whatever you say, just don't want to be fighting over her, you know? Especially since there is a new dude in the game,” Twisting the bottle cap, I glared at him, “What dude?” “Never seen him before, his name is Thomas, looks like lives on the complex too, but— his fragrance... It reminds me of a scent, a scent from hell, similar to— dark saffron,” “Dark saffron?” “Yea, I don't know, it could be these new powers, they are— kinda off” “We have to leave now!” I got up from my stool, parting through the thick crowd.