Thomas Tmr Novels & Stories

"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.”

“Huh? No.” Thea’s thoughts were interrupted by the sudden question. She recollected herself and asked, “What’s wrong? Is it cold?” Hearing her reply, Thomas stared at Thea. Without using his True Energy, he would feel the chill in the tunnels. He was an eighth-rank grandmaster, while Thea was only a third-rank grandmaster. ‘Could it be the Spirit Turtle’s blood?’ Thomas thought to himself. “I-It’s nothing.” Thomas did not explain.

"I am here to represent my master's vote for the election of President. My name is Thomas Mat. I am representing SM company who owns 5 percentage of shares in Walker enterprises. I would like you to consider our vote first, before deciding on anything." As soon as he was done, James, and others got his official papers of representation. James and others got themselves busy to read the paper provided by Thomas. Whereas on the other side Kiara was too stunned to even blink. Thomas's arrival dumbstruck her completely. After meeting Noah, she can never forget these two faces. Thomas who was carrying gun on their first meeting. And Noah who made her knees go weak in fear. In just one moment Noah

"You're Thomas's friend, and from now on, mine as well. If you need anything, call me." After some polite small talk, Liam excused himself. "I have some things to handle. Sorry, I have to go." "Thanks for your help," Sharon replied. When Liam left, she looked at the silent man beside her. "Thomas, can I ask, where did your friend come from? He's that good and only needs three days. Who is he?" Thomas's eyes seemed to veil themselves in mist. "He's just a little gifted. It's the rankings that are inflated."

Hayley had witnessed that once. Her tiny base had a monster of a man named Thomas Kimmons, the only double-Gifted in the region with fire and metal-element abilities. Before the world fell apart, Thomas fought illegal matches in an underground boxing ring. He was covered in tattoos, had a temper like a lit fuse, and was quick to throw hands at absolutely anyone. What Hayley remembered most was how he loved slapping people senseless. The moment something ticked him off, he would just swing first and deal with the rest later.

Thomas left at the altar by his high-end fashion model fiance of two years, Jasmine Elliot. The date underneath reads almost four years ago. Oh, no. I feel both relief and sadness as I read more. Then it dawns on me. Jasmine, his Jaguar, “after the girl that broke my heart years ago.” I remember his heartfelt words from this afternoon. There’s a lot about his business. Billionaire Gavin Thomas takes the technology world by storm! And... Thomas spotted with younger sister Callie Joy at Raymond's in north end, Chicago. Then I see something else that makes my heart stop. It stutters while I read on.

Moved to New York for college. “Yes, sir. And ” “And?” Alex’s tone sharpened. He was annoyed by Thomas’s hesitation. “He’s your biggest fan, sir,” Thomas rushed out. “He dreams of building a company like Soundwave one day. No wonder he begged me to put in a word. He wants to be your part time driver just to be closer to his role model.” “Romeo told you all this himself?” “Not exactly, sir. I got it from other sources. His college friends, a few people who knew him back in Italy.”

Just when I thought this whole Garry situation couldn't get worse, Nate proves that the creep is worse than we thought. From a few friends and of course, his mother who was a victim of Garry, Nate was able to find out who Garry is. His real name is Tom Taylor. He was first put in jail for child molestation when he was just a teenager. He raped a 3-year old girl and as if it doesn't get even sicker, he sodomized a 5-year old boy. He did all this at sixteen when he lived with his mother in a small town called Springville. But fortunately for him, he was diagnosed with some mental illness so he was able to escape as a juvenile. After high school, he moved to Manchester where he changed his iden