Thomas X Emily Novels & Stories

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.”

"I-I don't have any kind of grudge against Emily. I'm just telling the truth." "The truth," Mr. Thomas repeats, his tone dripping with skepticism. "How convenient. And what, pray tell, was your relationship with Emily like?" Max hesitates for a moment before admitting that he and Emily had been involved romantically before she started dating Liam. The courtroom erupts in murmurs of shock and disbelief, and Chloe feels a cold sweat break out on her forehead. "Ah, I see," Mr. Thomas says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you had a little fling with Emily, and now you're willing to throw her under the bus in order to save your own skin. How very noble of you, Mr. Wallace."

He mouthed silently to Jax: *Make her cum. Jax nodded, his grip on her throat tightening just enough to make her lightheaded. His fingers curled inside her, hitting that perfect spot while his thumb circled her clit with ruthless precision. Emma’s legs shook violently. She was going to cum right here, with her husband seconds away from discovering her like this: freshly fucked, dressed in their wedding night lingerie, two Black bulls claiming her in their own home.

Damien didn’t respond; rather, he turned to Emily. “This is my uncle Thomas Hardy,” he said, making no move to greet the man himself. Thomas’s suit was expensive but slightly dated, his smile sharp and calculating. His eyes held none of the warmth Damien’s had moments ago. “Nice to meet you,” Emily responded, plastering her fakest smile. “I have met your son Walker. He’s…” she paused, choosing her words carefully, “…very different. A lovely man.” “Ah,” Thomas chuckled. “So you bite. I was told you’re a bit mellow. I would have had a lovely time bantering with you. It’s a shame women in this family do not last long.”

When he had lived for a long time, he naturally ‘melted’. Thomas also did not realize his own changes a lot of times. But, what could be sure of was that his gentleness would be shown to Emma only. When facing the enemy, he was still the God of War who made people fear. While the two of them talked, Thomas’ phone suddenly rang. It was Adery. “Adery? Well, Thomas Mayo, are you seeing any other woman outside?” Emma put both hands on her waist while she spoke angrily. Thomas immediately became flustered. He opened his mouth widely, and he did not know what he should explain.

Thomas pulled Emma close, holding her tightly as they both came down from the heights of their passion. "Reverend," Emma whispered, her voice soft and content. "That was... incredible." Thomas smiled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "You're incredible, Emma. And this... this was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss." As the night wore on, they lay entwined, their bodies sated and their souls intertwined. In that small, sacred space, they had found a connection that transcended the boundaries of their roles, a connection that was both forbidden and profoundly fulfilling.

He always motivated her and saw the potential in her, he had been like the father she wished to have. A week earlier before his demise, Emma had visited him in the Powers' mansion and it was there that Xavier asked for a simple request from her, "to stand by his son no matter what". Without any hesitation, she agreed for she owed , Xavier Powers everything she had accomplished in her life.

They all waited patiently, and now, this morning, the good news was enough to make Thomas unable to contain his excitement. "I'm glad to hear it, Alpha," Thomas said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "It seems you've found your true mate." Jaxon didn't know how to react to Thomas' happiness. He understood why Thomas was so pleased, and truthfully, he felt the same way. He was sure that the whole Gardeno Pack would share this joy when the news spread. But just wait until they found out who his true mate was. They would all be shocked. Enough, Jaxon. You can think about that later. Jaxon muttered to himself, trying to calm down. Right now, you need to figure out how to get Emory to contact

"Wait—what?" Mason scoffed. "Emma, this guy can’t be your mate.He is Elijah's biggest Enemy" Thomas’s entire body tensed. "Get out before I kill you," he warned. "You people already destroyed my family. I won’t let you take my mate away from me too." The tension in the room was suffocating. Then, suddenly, Thomas and Mason lunged at each other, fists flying. "Stop!" I cried out, stepping between them. Mason turned to me, his eyes desperate. "Emma, what is wrong with you? Why don’t you remember? You and Elijah shared a deep love."

She crossed the sidewalk quickly, her steps light and full of purpose, and Tom, ever the reliable footman, was already out of the car and opening the door before she could reach for the handle. “Mr. Augustus,” she greeted with a kind nod, holding out her hand. “Emily, it’s so nice to finally meet you properly.” “Miss Emily,” I said as I took her hand and gave it a firm, warm shake, “the pleasure is all mine. You’re even more charming in person.” “This here is Tom,” I said, motioning toward the man who stood like a butler, smiling politely. Tom chuckled. “Thirty years and counting with this old man. I drive, but he tells everyone I run his life.”