Thomas Tmr Novels & Stories

"It feels wild. How did you learn?" "Practice and talks," Dane answered. "Lots of talks. With each other. With friends." Old friends arrived by afternoon. Thomas walked in first with Lena and Marcus. "Look who showed up," Thomas called. "The famous mentors return." Dane hugged him. "Missed you. How is life out there?" "Quiet," Thomas replied. "But I teach tactics now and then. You two look happy." Ezra shook hands with Lena. "We are. Married life suits us. How about you?"

Keep trying to be the only way to dodge Lotus' wrath. "Y-YES, SIR!" The little man is running as fast as he can afterward. Afterward, Thomas looked at his other subordinates and said, "Both of you, any good news regarding the broker yet?" "We are sorry, Sir-" "FOR THE LOVE OF MOTHER MARY, WHY IS NOTHING WORKING TODAY?" Thomas explodes with anger. "We still can’t figure out that damn broker’s whereabout and even allowing elder Tessa to get kidnapped behind our back. My back head is already hurting from all these shits."

Hope he’s okay. “Hey,” I stood up. “You my partner?” He nodded quickly. “I’m Thomas, call me Tom.” I looked him up and down—nothing but skin and bones. We’re doomed. No way we’re winning with this guy on my team. “Okay, Tom. There’s no way we’re winning, so just hold tight, okay?” I said while stretching lightly. He didn’t respond—definitely not the talkative type. I just hope he doesn’t snap in half once the activity starts. Well, at least the medicine will come in handy when he gets injured. A win-win situation, I guess.

Garrett The private conference room at the downtown athletic club was soundproofed, discreet, and miles away from the watchful eyes of Crawford Industries. Across the low glass table sat Thomas, who had managed the estate’s private grounds and vehicle fleet for nearly a decade before abruptly handing in his resignation five months ago. He had refused a severance package, packed his tools into an old pickup truck, and moved two counties inland.

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.

Here, she wasn't a wife or a CEO; she was just a woman trying to outrun her own thoughts on a treadmill. She was in the middle of a grueling set of weighted lunges, her breath coming in ragged bursts, her hair pulled into a messy knot. She reached for her water bottle, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. She stood up, catching her breath, and glanced toward the heavy-lifting platform across the room. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. Standing by the squat rack, stripping a heavy plate from the bar, was Thomas. He was even more physically imposing than he had appeared in the photos—his shoulders broader, his athletic frame honed to a lethal edge. The tattoos on his f

Thomas is like that, cautious, even more so when there's someone new in the lab. “Oh, this is Thomas the sniper, he keeps track of all the weapons we're given, he and Trevor take care of our materials. Trev is the one with the vehicles, he is a very good driver, even so he almost never shows it, he is embarrassing, the poor thing. But don't be confused by their pretty sweet bread faces, they are lethal weapons. —They don't have sweet bread faces. —Nathan, the almost dead one, is the boxer, the bully, the badass, although he also seems like a bread of God.

A second later, he coughed lightly and said, “Sir’s friend… is at the top of the charts in terms of capabilities and popularity, but…” “He’s Seth Greene.” Thomas, “...”

Something even I wished I could be. Sasha walked in closely behind. She looked so happy and was trying to hide a smile and grin. If you knew a female who had been freshly sext and dickmatized, then it was Sasha. As usual, Mr Thomas was enjoying all the drama. He was a very unusual teacher, from coming to class late, giving out one sum and falling asleep right in front of us to spending countless lessons cracking jokes and telling stories. “So about the particular tests I had given out, I’m impressed by your performance,” he began.

she replied as Tommy looked at the screen. "Sir, you need to calm down and tell me who you are, and how did you get this number," Tommy said as the man panted, "Are you, Tommy?" The man as Tommy raised an eyebrow, "And if I am him, what message do you have for me?" He asked as the man took a deep breath, "My name is Thomas, I'm a photographer, I came to Paris with a few friends, and today I decided to visit the forestry here in Paris," he explained as everyone listened attentively, "I got lost and found a house deep in the forest, so I went towards it to get some help when I saw a hand flagging me over, I was shocked but went anyway, and when I arrived, I saw a pregnant woman," he said as ga