Thomas Tmr Novels & Stories

“Thanks for the trouble, Chief Sheridan.” Nicholas smiled. Thomas waved, and someone pulled Joe up from the floor right away. Joe shouted as he struggled, “You… You’re on his side! Don’t you know that Nicholas Thompson’s a gangster!?” “Mr. Tanner!” Thomas snorted, “Mr. Thompson’s the CEO of Sol Entertainment. He’s contributed significantly to the development of film and TV culture, and he will participate in the top ten outstanding youths of Centrolis next year! Do you mean that our mayor can’t distinguish right and wrong?”

Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi. Thomas was happily married with three kids and a beautiful wife who was wise enough to never meddle in her husband’s family affairs. Thomas was 45yrs old and currently the Managing Director of LWP. He was a Professor in the field of medicine from the University of Zurich. Thomas was the younger version of his father. He had an English and Swiss citizenship after spending half his life studying in Switzerland.

The $5,000,000 was Thomas’ own money. Thomas never lacked money because he owned Shalom Technology and Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment, which produced money.

Ethan chuckled, introducing one of them and warmly shaking his hand. "I hope I'm not bothering you, Mr. Ethan Lopez," Thomas smiled back. They both walked toward the sofa where Ethan had been seated. Thomas was a middle-aged man, tall and slender but still muscular. He had long sideburns framing his clean-shaven face, and his short hair seemed styled with gel. His dark skin was smooth and glossy, and he wore a silver necklace that glistened under the light. He worked for Ethan, handling all his illegal activities and underground business, and Ethan had given him considerable freedom to operate. "The meeting will be scheduled for next week," Thomas began. "We have important news to announce t

Instead, he had decided to bury himself in work. A faint knock snapped him out of his reverie. With a sigh, he invited the person to enter. Thomas opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him. He held a folder in his right hand. “Good afternoon boss. I know your schedule is tight and that you have another meeting slated soon. However, I felt it was imperative to give you the information which you required; about Jasper Mason, CEO of Maksoft Technology Company.” Thomas stated. He was as sharp as an arrow with his delivery.

He tossed the phone to Stamford and left, leaving Skyward Guild's members stunned. "Mr. Walter, who is Thomas? Is he one of ours?" one of the other members asked. Stamford rolled his eyes. "Why are you asking me? How would I know?" … Ten minutes later, all the elders gathered in Skyward Guild's hall, and the sect leader, Terry, was also present. "Mr. Miles, was it a mistake? We've already investigated and found no one named Thomas among our men," Stamford asked. Terry glanced at him and explained, "Thomas is the younger brother of my son's mistress."

Thomas. Thomas had been deeply troubled by Masato's growing power. What initially seemed like a profitable partnership soon turned into a dangerous rivalry. Thomas, who also had his own connections in the underworld, saw the Red Eagles as a threat to his organization. He didn't approve of Masato's methods, and gradually, the friendship they once had dissolved into distrust and resentment.

"You really do look like shi-" "Don't-" Callum stopped him midway, he had James to deal with now Thomas wanted to join? "Don't even say it." "Alright. I won't say you look like shit, but your mother just called." Thomas chuckled, now standing in the door frame. He was adorned by a crisp black tuxedo, his starched seams could stand on their own if he wanted them to. His eyes were as bright as a new parent's first glance at their baby. Thomas was always that man, cheerful and carefree. But this side was only reserved to Callum or James if he was lucky. Anyone on the outside who never came in contact with him would assume that this man was not one of the most important men in the government age

A brunette, Marie said as she stepped into the room. She unlocked the handcuffs and tossed them towards the intern, "You should know any metallic object can't go into the MRI." Harry nodded and scurried out of the room. "Jesus!" Doctor Greg exclaimed, "Why do I always have such unlucky and clumsy interns!" "He'll learn soon enough," Marie said. "He had better except he enjoys interning on the street." Doctor Greg snapped before moving towards Trevor. "Who are you, Mr Trevor Saint Williamson?" He murmured, staring at him intently.

It seemed Xiomar was already busy. Emilio opened the door to the room where Thomas was currently being kept. Thomas Sanders, our deckhand. 35, married with two daughters. Surely, he understood the importance of not selling humans with two daughters? Thomas groaned loudly again as Xiomar punched the back of his head, not hard enough to crack it. I knew the force of my brother's punch, having been on the receiving end time and time again during his manic episodes. He was being tame. X grinned. “Late to the party boys.”