Thomas Total Drama Novels & Stories

Trevor screamed as he lost his composure. "Trevor, stop acting. You schemed against me and the Coleman family for the sake of revenge and the love you have for your wife, am I right?” Thomas sneered. He played a video that he had taken long ago on his phone. Even though it was not clear, everyone there could see that it was a video of Trevor abusing his wife.

"Dude, you're rude as hell, aren't you gonna introduce me to this vixen?" Derek's eyes flicked to mine. I could see the apprehension all over him. Under the weather. We'd both heard the same thing. Mitch had an illness, and from all we'd seen tonight, it could be assumed Mitch was sick with the same thing as everyone else. "Damn dude. Staring at the beautiful woman isn't an introduction," Without grabbing a jacket or shoes, Thomas jogged down the four steps and walked toward me, his muscles taunting me. Thomas was ripped. He held out his hand. "I'm real sorry about Derek. He's known for being moronic from time to time. I'm Thomas—" Shock filled his eyes. "Holy shit! What happened to your fac

“Let’s just take a step back. Not the time—” Thomas jerked his arm away, not breaking his stare at Xavier. “Yeah, it’s easy to point fingers, but it’s hard to face the truth about yourself, isn’t it?” “Dad, please…” Calla said, trying to move him. Thomas paused, staring at Xavier, and then, suddenly, his expression shifted, his posture going rigid. He took a sharp breath, as if realizing something. The shift was subtle, but chilling. “Okay, fine. I’m not here to trash talk your brother,” Thomas said, his tone now cold, calculating. He pointed at Xavier, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I need ten grand. Like, right now.”

Dane's sincere and dramatic confession finally breaks all tension as I crack a real laugh and prod him in the abs. The last traces of this fading away, leaving only a sense of shell shock and fatigue. “You’re lame.” “Come on…get undressed…. I need some alone time with you, skin-on-skin contact, and a dark, quiet room. I have to make my girl feel loved so she never doubts me again.”

Thomas says with a wink. "Well, my Marcus is very good at planning scenes," I say playfully as I think about the interrogation scene that was so hot! "I know," Thomas says back and we both laugh, both knowing how good Marcus is at being a Dom from first hand experience. I pull on my pants and tie my boots up quickly so we don't miss the start of the show while Thomas styles my hair. Him being a hairdresser comes in handy. "Let's go see our sexy doms," he says and I follow him out to the main room.

It got harder, as I fell on Thomas’s couch, with tears rolling down from my eyes. “Oh my God,” I gasped between laughs. “He really did it.” Martin had done it. The untouchable Marcus Ton—rich, powerful, untouchable—was lying lifeless on the courthouse steps. Now, his money couldn't save him. I was laughing at the irony when someone unlocked the door from outside. It opened... Thomas. I quickly wiped my eyes and tried so hard to look calm, so Thomas wouldn't notice anything. My smile lingered. Thomas walked in, loosening his tie, looking exhausted from work. Then he spotted the TV and me. His expression froze.

“Why didn’t you save James yourself? I’m sure you’re definitely capable of that.” “All you need to do is go back to Cansington and wait there patiently like a good, little girl. He’ll be back by your side before you know it.” Thomas’ lack of an answer did nothing to address Thea’s questions nor assuage her doubts. She drew her lips into a thin line and gave a resigned response, “Alright, I will return.” “Off you go.” Thomas dismissed her. After Thea left, Thomas removed his black jacket and pulled out an ancient scroll from its pocket. He opened the scroll and lay it on the table. Looking at the painting, a grin crept up on his face.

Both maybe? “Hey, you okay, space cadet?” Thomas chuckles, running his hand through his chestnut brown hair. “What? Oh, yeah! I’m fine,” Carl nervously laughs, snapping back into reality. Not now, dude. Focus! Carl thinks to himself, trying hard not to look at Thomas for fear of his anxiety showing. HONKKKKKKK! “Shit, that’s Orville! Dude, we better hustle! Get Dave and let’s go!” Thomas exclaims as he grabs his baby blue Drugs and Tears sweater from the couch and jets out the front door.