Thomas Total Drama Novels & Stories

Noah said this by looking at Thomas he further Continued, “Nella, Who is this guy beside you?" Nella became nervous about this and said, “This is Thomas, he was doing my grandma's treatment in the past days, today I don't know how he has been drunk like this!" On the other side Thomas was fuming in anger seeing Noah and he couldn't stop himself from giving him a punch on his face.. Seeing this Nella shouted, “NOAH!!!". At which Thomas gave a reply, “Don't worry Nella he isn't dead. Don't be so lost in his Fake Love".

Everyone was looking at them with curiosity as they were having the argument. I looked at Thomas. His eyes seemed to flicker for a second. Then he responded with rage, " Well, well,Prince Charming! The game is getting way too much more interesting! " He smirked at him and then looked at me. " I'm gonna see,how both of you react to the D-day!" I didn’t know what he meant by that and clearly saw that Adam also didn’t have any single idea of what Thomas was saying. But Elizabeth kind of smirked when I looked at her. Wait,did I see it right? Or it was my fault in seeing?

Noah’s eyes darkened and before his brain would comprehend what signals his body was sending, he moved in a swift motion and sealed his lips with hers. *** Thomas paced around in the room, pulling the rim of his glasses up his nose bridge constantly. While Ryan and Brenda watched him. “I can't do it,” he said, finally after the long silence. “I can't. It is evil.” “Evil? And sleeping with a married woman isn't?” Ryan asked cynically. Thomas turned to Brenda for help but she turned her face away. She wanted it. She has always wanted it. It was one of her childhood fantasies—two men at her service. Filling her hole at once.

James put down his camera and sighed. “Sir, can you turn the corner of your lips upward? Give us a smile, please.” James smiled at him and nodded at me. “Please help your husband have a comfortable position, Miss Margareth. Thank you.” I heaved a deep sigh and looked at Thomas angrily. “I thought you wanted them to think we’re in love. What are you doing right now, Thomas?” “What?” He acts as if he doesn’t know what I’m telling him. “I’m already in this fucking weird position, Margs. What do you want me to do?”

Throes of Love “He’s not going to talk,” Draven said as he looked at the sleeping form of the man. Draven knew his people were trained for this. He was sure the man would rather sacrifice his life than betray Nathaniel. He knew he would sacrifice his life if Octavio was involved, but that just depends on how much the man was loyal to Nathaniel. “Do you really think he’s that loyal?” Alfonso asked, barely holding on so he wasn’t going over the speed limit.

Dom actually obliges with an amused smirk, “Aww… why. I haven’t seen you for quite a few days though… thought you’d miss me. I certainly missed you.” “No. No. No no no no”. He is so terrified I nearly feel bad for him. Nearly. His head shakes like a drum. Every line in his body reeking of fear and desperation. “You—” Thomas stammers, voice cracking. “I’ll talk. I’ll tell you whatever you want—just… please…” He stops, chest heaving. Dom tilts his head. “Please what?” “Just…” Thomas’s voice drops to a whisper, “Free… free me.”

“Whatever you’re planning now—it won’t work. Not the way you think it will.” Before Logan could answer, heavy footsteps thudded outside. The tent flap swung open, and Thomas stepped in with a wave of men behind him. He was dressed in black from head to toe, his usual smirk replaced with a cold, calculating expression. “We’re ready,” Thomas announced to Logan without sparing me a glance. “Our men are armed. We march tonight.” I stiffened. “March? No, you can’t!” Thomas’ head finally snapped toward me, his pale eyes narrowing like I was an insect buzzing in his ear. “Sarah,” he drawled. “You’re still breathing, I see.”

It was too much to process. I left the café with the envelope and flash drive, my mind racing. Back at my office, I plugged the drive into my computer and opened the file. The video was grainy but clear enough. Damian stood in a dimly lit room, his expression cold and calculating. Across from him was Mary, her face pale and strained. “You don’t get it, do you?” Damian said, his voice sharp. “Thomas’s death wasn’t an accident. It was necessary.” Mary’s voice trembled as she replied. “You said it would protect the family. That it was the only way.”

What mattered most was that Olive was not left out of the gossip. Actually, what they said about Thomas was true. Who wouldn't be captivated by Thomas's good looks? He might not be a Korean actor, but he resembled a Turkish actor. His physique was impressive, Olive had to admit that. But because she didn't like what Thomas often did—annoying and frustrating behavior—his good looks did absolutely nothing to impress Olive.

Edgar shouted, the sound so loud that Leo stopped, “I'm going to kill him with my own hands. You just have to wait, I have signed a contract with you, what I want is to kill this treacherous man." Edgar approached, her demonic eyes almost wide open and looked like they were about to pop out. Edga slowly walked over to Thomas, who was very scared, she used all her strength to grab Thomas's neck and break his bones and joints, causing Thomas to cry out in pain. Thomas looked over at Edgar, he was barely breathing, he smiled at her, one last smile and full of sadness. “Edga, I really love you…never thought of killing you. But your death is my fault!" Thomas let out another cry of pain and then