Thomas Tmr Novels & Stories

“Not unless you’ve been shucking corn recently. Before that I was in a rodeo.” “Life’s one long training run here. I hope long hours won’t be a problem as, so far, you’re our only Dom. Apart from myself, of course.” “You won’t regret this, Mr – ?” “Archer. Thomas Archer. Call me Tommy.” I would sooner have punched his lights out than shake his hand. Coming up with an excuse, I avoided doing so. “Engine oil,” I said. “Had a problem a mile or so back.” In reality, I’d smeared it on just before mounting the steps.

He turned to Thomas. "Thank you for providing these," he said. Thomas smiled and nodded at Javier. They do not know each other personally because it was only recommended to Javier who sells weapons and that is Thomas. Because Thomas and Charles have become different hobbies, they don't participate in the battle much anymore but they just sell their other things to different private people. “Are you going to take it all?” Thomas asked Javier. "Yes, I will bring all of them today with us." Javier said with a smile.

Mikel woke up next to me, and he knew something was wrong right away. "What kind of press thing?" I asked, but I already knew I wasn't going to like it. Thomas was on the screen, standing at a podium. It looked like it was at the downtown Marriott. Even at 78, he had that Romano presence, the thing that built a whole empire. But his eyes looked really scary—like he was coolly planning something, but also super mad. "Folks," Thomas started, his voice sounding like he had been talking in boardrooms for decades. "I'm not here as a businessman today, but as a worried family member trying to help a kid."

his deep, smooth voice suddenly cut through the sound of the rain. My heart did a violent flip against my ribs. I froze, holding my candle tight. "I... I was just getting water. The power is out." Thomas stood up from his chair. He was a tall, imposing man, and as he walked slowly toward the door, his shadow completely swallowed me. He stopped right in front of me, his gray eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees instantly go weak. His gaze slowly dropped down my body, taking in the sight of my big boobs straining against the white silk nightgown.

Thomas said shrugging. “SHIT! GATHER A TEAM WE ARE LEAVING IN LESS THEN FIVE MINUTES WE NEED TO FIND THEM NOW!” Director Waters yelled in a rush. “Wait a minute, what the hell is going on, my son is with them?” Thomas asked getting up grabbing his shirt putting it on. Director Waters lost her train of thought when Thomas took his shirt off. For a man who was almost fifty, he was in great shape, he had salt and pepper hair going down from his navel, then disappeared into his sweat pants, which was hanging off the V cut in his hips, all that laid on top of a barely their six pack. “Uh what was the question again.” Director Waters asked shaking her head, clearing the haze.

Thomas entered the carpentry and was greeted by the sight of modern and folkloric woodwork, it was a modest place and the smell in the air was fresh and nature-like. A young brown-headed man came to his encounter smiling, he had a slim physique and blue eyes, and he certainly had his charm. “Hello there, how can I help you?” the lad said in a bass register, putting forth his best salesman attitude. Thomas tipped his hat “Good morning, my name is Thomas Kent and I am a member of the Society of Strange Ocurrances and the young Ms Sawer told me I could find a Rory Thompson here” The carpenter placed his hands to his sides in his eyes there was a spark rising “I am Rory Thompson…what did Maggie

"Good; before we proceed for Lunch. Mr Thomas. May I ask you why your hotel has not deposited any money into TLMC's account this year?" Everyone was shocked as to why it was. But, Mr Thomas only smiled before he responded to the question. "With due respect Ma'am. That is a false allegation. We are up to date with our accounts. And before I forward my proof. I will want you to produce your evidence because I know that there isn't any genuine evidence to back that allegation up". He spoke confidently, making others nod their heads in agreement with what he said. Emma chuckled and nodded her head. She knew something like that would happen.

In her words. “Give him your body, fuck him. I don’t care, if that’s what would take him to give you money. I can not be poor again.” His name is Thomas. He is strong, tall, very muscular like a bodybuilder and he’s half white, half Mexican. I love his accent the most. I had kept his number in case I had someone who needed a bodyguard. Well now I need one, because I’m about to turn everyone's life upside down and they won’t even see it coming.

"Well then, my people did not introduce me to you!" Thomas' bodyguard who captured Efron replied to defend himself. "I am sorry sir Thomas, I just wanted to protect you. That is why I did not say your name or other information to this pest. I hope you'll forgive me!" "That's not a problem, so Efron... I would like to introduce myself in a friendly way so you won't be terrified. My name is Thomas, and I am a billionaire. If you know Carlo, he is the husband of my precious daughter. And I think he's already sweating as we speak because I am about to unfold the truth!"

"And my father, Thomas? What was he like?" "Thomas was a man of great ambition and determination," Mr. Clark replied. "He was incredibly intelligent and had a natural business acumen. He had a vision for HH Incorporation that extended beyond mere financial success. He believed in using the company's resources to make a positive impact on the world. He often spoke of creating a more sustainable future and was passionate about environmental conservation and used his influence to support various eco-friendly initiatives."