Thomas Villain Novels & Stories

“You were supposed to be the man! Instead, you ran away like a coward and left an eighteen-year-old boy to clean up your mess!” ​“And look at the job you did,” Thomas said, a hint of admiration in his voice. “You rebuilt it. You made it stronger. You are ruthless, Jerome. I watched you. I watched you crush Autumn. I watched you expand into Asia. I was proud.” ​“Proud?” I laughed, a harsh, jagged sound. “You framed me for murder! You put me in here!” ​“Because you lost your way,” Thomas snapped, his facade cracking for a split second. “You got soft. You met that girl. Ava. You started talking about happiness. You started talking about family.”

"Now, after doing such a horrendous deed, you are here to kill him and take me away? Didn't it hit your conscience? Don't you care how I will feel upon knowing the person whom I used to admire a lot turned into a dog of the heartless mafia?" "Is it my fault then?" Thomas yelled desperately. "I tried to become powerful so that I can protect you. What's wrong with that?" "The path you chose is wrong!" Garaine shouted, feeling tears drops lingering in the corner of her eyes. "Then did your husband choose the right path? Isn't he the mafia leader?" Thomas inquired, raising his voice out of anger and frustration. "I have heard that you two are love birds."

“That’s why you’re interested in Valkyries. Do you know what’s building? How to fight them?” “Quid pro quo?” Thomas turned back. “There’s always working together.” John looked impassive as ever. Thomas looked straight into the camera. “I want the power of the Valkyries.” “I figured. What will you give in return?” “What do you want?” “Information on what we’re fighting.” “You know what I know, John.” “You think it’s Lilith, though? That she found a way out of Tartarus?” Thomas didn’t answer him with words, but his face said it all. He thought it was Lilith.

“So you are going to kill both of us? If you want to, take my life but stay the hell away from my dau-” Thomas tsked. “Stop making me the villain, Jackson. Well, you may think that I am a villain in your life, but I sure as hell aren’t the biggest villain in it. Some of them are faking deaths and burying strangers.” My breath hitched in my throat. “What?” I croaked out.

I ease the door to the left of a giant roll up door. The male screams in pain. "Kieran I swear! I didn't know! I didn't know Thomas was dealing in flesh. If I had known he was auctioning off paras; I would've come to you!" "It's not just about him auctioning off paras. He's selling mortals as well. Thomas is the leader of the largest mortal ran cartel. And you're his second in command. You expect me to believe that you didn't know he started dealing in flesh." Kieran's fist flies through the air landing with a bone crushing crunch. I get a sick satisfaction from hearing the disgusting pigs bones crunch.

"Who?" "Mark. Mortaga." I replied. Thomas clenched his fist and slammed it into the tree beside my head. "I'll kill them both. You belong to me, and I'd be damned if Kyle sells you to Mark to be his sex slave," "Thomas, calm down." He shook his head, "I will not calm down. You're my girl 508." He said and walked hot, heading toward the palace. Fuck. What have I done? As I lay in bed, I couldn't exactly wrap my head around what had happened. Thomas went against all his morals when he touched me, and he had told me many times before he would never mess with someone as young as I was, in any shape or form.

"Go ahead, warriors. Try my claws." "Sorelle, hit her now! Whatever bad thing happens with the boss, my own name will take the blame," Thomas orders. As one of Alpha Vickon’s trusted vanguard helpers, his brain doesn't spare a second thought for a female he thinks already has one foot out of the camp door. My throat nearly lets out a giant laugh. No wonder my wolf was completely ruined by Sorelle's tricks in my past life cycle; my old self had trusted total pack idiots just like this guy. It served my old fur right, honestly.

To say he was cruel—when he chose to be good to someone, he was flawless beyond reproach. To say he was good—yet for his own amusement, he could harm the innocent without hesitation. He had likely done many morally reprehensible things for Sharon's sake. Those people may have had grudges with Sharon, but they had no enmity with Thomas himself—just like Sharon once hadn't. Thomas eliminating obstacles for Sharon was, in essence, no different from Jamie destroying Sharon's hand for Victoria. To those who were ruined, Thomas was nothing less than a heinous villain.

"What do you mean?" "Since you're unwilling and Viktor dodging to answer, I have my ways to make it happen," Daven said. Thomas got anxious about his brother's reply. He doesn't want to be on bad terms with Daven. They look the same, and even their personalities were quite similar but the things Daven experienced make him different from Thomas. He's arrogant, merciless, and a monster because he was grown among the worst of their kind. Thomas knew he was alive now and happy with his wife because of his brother; he was forever indebted to him.

"What does that have to do with Thomas?" "The Royal Falcons believe Thomas killed Navarro to take control of the group," Adrian continued, his voice low and serious. "They think they can use you to blackmail him, to force him to confess or give them something they want." My hands trembled as I absorbed those words. I was in the middle of an internal war within a criminal organization. That explained why they were after me. It wasn’t about me — it was about Thomas. Sharon, who had remained silent until then, let out a heavy sigh and ran a hand through her hair.