Thomas X Percy Novels & Stories

"Oh my god! What are you talking about, Piercy? Are you actually declaring yourself as that filthy bastard's lackey?" Thomas shot up from his seat instantly. Clearly, he didn't give a damn about keeping up his image as a celebrity. From the way he had addressed Pierce, I finally recognized him as the same Thomas who hailed from the elite Jenkins family, who lived next door. Thomas was a rich scion this whole time. That explained his arrogance and boldness. Even the question he asked was extremely rude and tactless. He didn't even bother sparing my pride at all. I had a vague impression of Thomas, so to speak. He had followed Pierce around when he was a kid, and he worshiped Pierce to no end.

‘Hold on a second, Bea,’ he said. Moments passed as the distant buzz of a conversation elsewhere reverberated in her ear. Then Marcus was back on the line. ‘That was my gran,’ he said. ‘She’s suggesting that you bring Thomas here and we see if we can give him some perspective on the Cadet Handbook.’ ‘What good will that do?’ Beatrice asked. ‘At this minute Thomas is following the Blue Thunder cadet Code of Duty to the letter,’ Marcus said. ‘I’ve met kids like him before—keen and overzealous. My gran will work her magic on him.’

"How long have you been working for Uncle Mateo?" Thomas shifted his weight, not quite meeting my eyes. "About three weeks. I was passing through and needed work." Something about his answer felt rehearsed. I'd met plenty of rogues in my time with Uncle Mateo, and they all had their stories. Some were open books, others kept their pasts locked tight. Thomas seemed to be the latter. "Where were you before?" I pressed, watching his reaction carefully. He shrugged. "Around. East coast mostly." I nodded like this satisfied me, but my senses were on high alert. Uncle Mateo had taught me to trust my instincts, and they were sending mixed signals right now. Thomas wasn't giving off any immediate th

“Is it the Elder Master of the Cliffords, Mr. Thomas Clifford?” Thomas was the father of Lance Clifford, and Jackie was his grandson. Thomas was very famous in Octavia and East Winston. It was said that he had traveled all around the world when he was young, stayed in East Winston for a few years, studied civil engineering in Yaramoor, and accumulated quite a reputation in the upper-class circles. After Thomas returned to Zlokova, he had monopolized Octavia’s real estate industry and was on an equal footing with the king of casinos.

"Thomas, she isn't someone you can condescend to." That voice… Natalie turned to look at the man, somewhat surprised. It was Xavier. His family was one of the oldest and wealthiest entities in Grendale. While their prestige had declined in recent years, they were old enough to still be influential and relevant in the city. Thomas was in no position to make an enemy out of Xavier or the Steiners. As such, he swallowed his rage and glared at Natalie viciously. With an angry snort, he trudged away bitterly.

“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.”

“Xavier, I didn’t call you here to lecture me. You’re a lawyer and my friend. Stellar cost me the deal with Brighton Group, and she still refuses to admit she stole Moore Enterprises’ proposal. I want you to sue her and drag her through the courts until she’s on her knees begging for forgiveness.” Xavier hadn’t grown up in Percy’s social circle. While Percy’s friends were all wealthy heirs, Xavier came from an ordinary family. They were classmates in high school, and later, Xavier studied law. After graduating, they crossed paths by chance, and Percy started relying on him for legal matters. Over time, Percy’s friends also sought Xavier’s help, and he became a regular in their circle. Yet de

He paused, then asked, “Who did you say Thomas was, anyway?” Darcy said, “I've investigated it. He's Scott's biological elder brother. Went to serve the military on the west coast for five years. He didn't create any big name for himself there. Until now, he still lives in his wife's house. He's a hopeless son-in-law who married into his wife's family. ” “And you can't even handle a man like that?” “It's not that… Thomas was in the army, after all. He's good at fighting, and I heard he even saved an important general before. The other time when we went to kneel in front of the grave, it was that general's men who scared us into doing so.”

Richard Harris had a good singing voice. Richard Harris was delighted that Roxana Nelson called Juan Thomas a "duck butt." The name was imposing and accurately described Juan Thomas's characteristics. Of course, that pig always considered himself the rightful heir, the half-brother from a different mother. Upon reflection, it was likely that Mr. Thomas had some deformity, which allowed this perverted womanizer to be born.

The soldier bowed politely and did as Lucian said. Not long after, a middle-aged man walked into the room in a hurry and stood before Lucian. He had a sly face with a fat body. He is Thomas. He was the man Horace spoke of. He is a corrupt and greedy village chief. He never cared about his people at all. All he could think about was money and beautiful women.