Thomas X Percy Novels & Stories

It wasn’t long before Hera ditched her friend and headed back to the peace of her tent, practically storming off. Once inside, Thomas heard her yelling at Gitana’s guy. “Get out!” He waited. “I didn’t sign up for this, Bruce. If you don’t leave, I will, and to hell with your court, fancy dresses, tent, and everything else!” The guy stepped back and kept watch by the tent's entrance. Thomas carefully moved around the canvas, making sure to act casual. He traced his fingers along the tent until he found the straps he had loosened before.

She wouldn't use that compensation to buy something for Serena, would she? Violet added somberly, "If Thomas were watching from the heavens, he would surely be rolling in his grave." Kiera felt distressed and leaned on Carissa's shoulder. "Carissa, what kind of person was Thomas?" Carissa replied, "The Farrell family has always been a military household, but they've never had a truly outstanding general, so they haven't risen very high in rank. Thomas had the potential to become a renowned general on his own. He was skilled and intelligent, and he initially served under my maternal grandfather. Later, when my father went to the Southern Frontier, my grandfather saw this opportunity for Thoma

Thomas was uncomfortable with the expressionless appearance of the men and the visible vellum on the coat that proved the existence of weapons. They choose starters and mains, order a good wine, and when they start eating, Jack opens the conversation. - Thomas… I can call you Thomas, right? It wasn't right, but he couldn't do anything. - Of course. - Thomas, what can I do for you? - I have a thorn in my life that I want to get out of my way. - You mean Sebastian Jones? Obviously he knew. Guys like that know everything before everyone else. - Yes. I would very much like to see him out of my life.

Marcus had recruited him three years ago, offered him coin and protection, and Thomas had taken it without asking too many questions because the alternative was slow starvation in the lower city. Thomas’s chambers were barely larger than a closet. A narrow bed. A single chair. A shelf with three books. A man who owned almost nothing, which meant he had very little to lose if Marcus decided he was no longer useful. “You have it?” Marcus asked. Thomas’s hands trembled as he produced the sketch. Charcoal on expensive paper, crude but unmistakable. A king on his knees. A lord standing over him. The specific positioning that left nothing to interpretation. Marcus studied the image for a long mome

Thomas' attempts to sneak into the ceremony were met with failure. Later on, Lydia had complained to me in an immensely disgruntled tone. "That jackass was cradling a bottle of wine and pretending to be some lovesick man. When he got drunk, he kept calling Melody by your name. They ended up kissing and going to a hotel." Annoyed beyond belief, Xavier had reached the end of his patience. He asked his sister, who was the president of her own company, to help him deal with Thomas. Bastion Group was surrounded and attacked from all sides. The company barely survived.

was all she could say before she hugged Reyona to herself and started crying. Reyona patted her back awkwardly as she said, “Mummy, I am fine.” Carlisle looked at the sweaty Thomas with tight lips as he said, “I did not expect to meet this useless trash here.” “He was just on his way out, sir,” Celia said as she unclipped the recording device in the form of a necklace. “I am not going anywhere. I have to stay with my wife!” Thomas struggled to win a lost battle.

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.”

Victor's eyes widened slightly as understanding dawned, a rush of warmth flooding through him despite the danger they were in. "Three years ago," Thomas continued, each word an effort, blood staining his shirt darker with every passing moment, "Victor reached out to me after you and your men betrayed and tried to kill him. He wasn't dead, just waiting and planning." Xavier gritted his teeth at that, the muscle in his jaw jumping. "I worked my way up," Thomas said. "Played the part. The nervous rookie who just wanted to prove himself." He let out a pained chuckle. "And you fell for it."

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.

“Let’s just take a step back. Not the time—” Thomas jerked his arm away, not breaking his stare at Xavier. “Yeah, it’s easy to point fingers, but it’s hard to face the truth about yourself, isn’t it?” “Dad, please…” Calla said, trying to move him. Thomas paused, staring at Xavier, and then, suddenly, his expression shifted, his posture going rigid. He took a sharp breath, as if realizing something. The shift was subtle, but chilling. “Okay, fine. I’m not here to trash talk your brother,” Thomas said, his tone now cold, calculating. He pointed at Xavier, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “I need ten grand. Like, right now.”