Thomas X Emily Novels & Stories

"Thomas, you've got it all wrong. The only one who's been hurting me from the start is you. "You think your actions were out of deep love? All I can think right now is that I'm not some pawn in the Wells family drama. I don't get your high-society feuds. Tracy might be heartless, but are you any better? You've walked all over me! Haven't you done enough?" My tears sent Thomas into a frenzy. He scrambled to explain, "I'm sorry, I was just scared I couldn't keep you safe. My love for you is the real deal; I never laid a finger on any other woman."

So, he immediately asked, "What else do you found other than worried?" "Other than that, I noticed that the way Emily looks at Thomas is very loving. It's like... How to say, it's just like the way Mr. Howard looks at you, like the way President Garcia and President Saunders look at Valeria." "Are you sure?" William was taken aback. "Anyway, this is what I feel. Now, I don't know what she said to Thomas, and then Thomas' mood changed totally. He is not as upset and distress as he was earlier. Emily took him to eat street snacks now."

The picture was that of a wolf cub lying in tall grass while her mother groomed her. Stunned silence descended. Thomas entered the room overhearing the comment. He passed Brandt, walked behind Emily and said quietly, "Our littlest demons are our most beautiful and precious possessions." Emily turned instantly at the new voice. Thomas slowly took her hand so she wasn't startled, drew her fingers to his lips, and kissed the back of her knuckles. "I'm Thomas, father to the young man keeping you separated from your family." He cast a sideways, discretionary look at his barely contained son who did not want another man touching his mate. He ignored the low growl. "Welcome to the pack Emily, we ar

But I keep my mouth shut. “This is a couple matter, we don’t need people listening to our discussion,” Thomas says and I raise an eyebrow and as I am about to set him straight, the door opens and Wyatt walks him. His eyes find Thomas and I can see the smile disappearing from his lips. He closes the door and walks to me. Thomas’s eyes follow Wyatt and Emma can’t control herself as she shakes her head, watching her boyfriend watching Wyatt as he walks to me. “You could at least hide it,” Emma shouts at Thomas.

It was like he could kill anyone who came close to her. After seeing Emily hug me, I could see the fierceness of his eyes and how his jaw clenched. I loved how I made him feel but I hated how I felt knowing he bruised her lips and had a fucking boner. James must have seen them for him to be able to say it. The thought of it irked him. Xavier was Emily's brother. Even if they weren't related by blood, the marriage between their parents was supposed to bond them in some sort of way.

"How to steal a company? How to destroy a marriage? You already managed both quite well on your own." Emily didn't flinch. "I'm not here to fight with you, Emilia." "Then why are you here?" Emily took a breath, held it, and let it go. Emilia would always be the b*tch she was. "Father called me." The silence that followed was absolute. Carl looked between the two sisters, confusion written across his face. Emilia went pale, not the pale of fear, but the pale of someone who had just been punched in a place no one was supposed to know about.

Xavier didn't move from the doorway. Thomas was stirring awake in my arms, making small disgruntled sounds against my collarbone. Emma had both arms wrapped around my waist and her chin tipped up, watching Xavier with the unabashed openness that only children manage. I smoothed Thomas's hair automatically and felt Xavier's eyes follow the movement of my hand. He was looking at my hands. Then at Thomas's face. Then slowly back up to mine. I didn't speak. Something about the quality of the silence told me not to.

She's too shocked to speak. "I promise you this, Melina," Thomas says, looking intensely into her eyes, "I'll find that bastard and make him pay for every single thing he did to you." He utters every word with zeal. Melina doesn’t detect a single lie in his words. "Let's go home," Thomas says, placing her hands around his neck and lifting her off the ground, her front facing his. Melina wraps her legs around his waist, and the blanket that had been placed on her falls, but someone quickly picks it up and replaces it. Melina buries her head in the crook of Thomas' neck. His enticing scent fills her nostrils, and inhaling it soothes her soul. Melina lifts her head to ask Thomas to get Franky j

not bothering to ask him anymore she picked up her phone and went to her newsfeed and she almost lost her breath seeing what welcomed her. The eldest son of John Thomas, Marion Thomas was involved in a fatal accident and lost his life immediately.

Her vibrant paintings had always carried a hint of Sarah's influence, capturing the essence of love and longing with each brushstroke. "Emily," Thomas greeted her, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in his voice. "What brings you here?" Emily smiled warmly, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thomas, your guidance and support have meant the world to me. I often find solace in this park, where love's echoes seem to dance in the air. It's as if Sarah's spirit continues to inspire me." Thomas's heart skipped a beat as he listened to Emily's words. There was a familiarity in her presence, a connection that resonated deep within him. Could it be that love's echoes had led them to this moment—a chan