Thomas X Lady Novels & Stories

She pulled the blue pen from behind her ear and licked the tip as though it was a pencil. “So I guess we have to accept that Thomas is telling the truth, and if so, what has he told us that we can use?” “He told us of a girl he saw on the tablet, no more than Beatrice’s age by all accounts. She had a surly demeanour an’ a strawberry birthmark under her right eye. Young Thomas said she had a thick dress with a square neck an’ an apron, an’ white bonnet.” Maud looked down at her glass of flat beer. “He said somethin’ about some writin’, too. A riddle, the kind this town likes to leave behind for others to find.”

Seeing them like this, Thomas couldn't help saying, "Mr. Ye is not here, but Miss Shen is here." "Miss Shen?" Mr. Shen couldn't help but ask, and his eyes burning with heat. Thomas finally realized and said with a smile: "It's Miss Katherine. She's drawing a graphic design in the room." As soon as she heard that it was Katherine, the gleam in Mrs. Shen's eyes recovered again. "Can we go in and see her?" "This..." In fact, Thomas didn't want anyone to approach Mango. Besides, he knew that Mango was drawing a graphic design, but the old couple in front of him were nobody but Mango's biological parents. He couldn't shut them out no matter what.

Same sharp features, same smirk, but younger, more carefree. “And if we have a daughter,” the man—Thomas, I guess—continues, “maybe Rachel, or Diana, or—” “Or… you won’t name our kids, Tom. You’re horrible at it,” she interrupts, giggling as she pushes away from him. He tries to pull her back, but she’s already slipping out of his grasp. “I need to clean up,” she says softly, planting a gentle kiss on his lips before turning away. It’s easy to put it all together. This is Cassandra, Perseus’ mother, and Thomas—her lover, perhaps her future husband. The tenderness, the laughter, the casual intimacy—they all speak of a life full of hope, before everything changes.

he looked at her, trying to balance his leg, but it was as if he was weak. “That was just a scratch. I have had worse,” she scowled at him, “I had a bullet to the head and, look at me,” she rolled her eyes. "I'm alive. You don't see me crying about it." “He is bleeding,” I said, trying to help Thomas. “Aren’t you a saint? Take one more step and I will give you your own bullet.” She smiled like she was delivering good news. “ENOUGH!” Thomas said, “She is pregnant,”

She felt uncomfortable. Suddenly, Lady Linda approached Tom and slapped him hard. "How dare you slander a woman like this? You first tried to humiliate her, and now you are questioning her character to conceal your wrongdoings! You are such a disgusting man!" "She is acting innocent. She had previously tried to seduce me." Tom protested. "Don't dare to lie. We have all seen what happened. She clearly rejected your approach." Xander warned the man. "She's just playing tough. She's a foul woman." Tom continued to defend himself.

“And the lovely lady?” Thomas answered without hesitation. “Meet Piper. My wife.” The word landed. Unavoidably heard. Piper felt it draw attention, felt the brief pause as it registered. Ward’s wife, an early forties statuesque beauty in emerald silk, smiled too brightly. “She’s lovely,” she said, her eyes already moving on. Thomas’s steady fingers closed around Piper’s hand deliberately, as they turned away. Moving on. “Harlan Price,” Thomas continued. “Founder of Harlan Cybersecurity, a startup. He’s also my business associate.”

Martin. Mr. Martin came home late and was about to knock on their family Lady Butler, Ms. Jasmin but it was slightly ajar and became curious, he slightly pushed the bedroom door. As Mr. Martin gently pushed the door his eyes were widely amazed seeing what was happening inside the bedroom. Their Lady Butler undressing her blue shirt uniform. She has nice skin and white complexion. She seemed to have an average healthy size of breasts inside her bra which was still covering them. Jasmin has a petite body built, not so slim nor chubby, as ample amount of flesh in her body which made it looks perfect and curvy.

"Face is too obscured by the sunglasses and angle. But she traveled with him. Same flight to the Cayman Islands." Nyla leaned closer to the screen. "Play it again." Grace replayed it. Nyla watched the woman carefully. There was something familiar about her posture. The way she moved. "I think Thomas has been working with someone all along," Grace said quietly.

Thomas stopped in his tracks and turned to Lorenzo. Lorenzo looked him dead in the eyes. “It’s been 30 years, Thomas. You’ve already achieved your goals, so why don’t you stop here?” Thomas bore Lorenzo’s fiery gaze and calmly replied, “I injured you 30 years ago because of your own actions. I slaughtered members of our own family because they deserved it. They shouldn’t have threatened me; especially not with Xyla. Xyla was innocent.” After Thomas finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

"She didn't do anything. Let her go" "Actually she has done plenty. She has distracted you from your work, breaking and entering " "She didn't break anything and you know it" "I didn't give her permission to be here" Amy walked seductively over towards Thomas cupping his face. "You don't want her do you? What does this woman have that I don't?" "A heart" Thomas replies candidly, shrugging with disgust from her grasp. "Kill me if you want as long as she goes free"