Thomas X Percy Novels & Stories

At the frost that wouldn't melt no matter how warm they made the room. She didn't have a choice. Ten minutes later, the door opened. Xander slipped inside and locked it behind him. He looked exhausted. And there was blood on his knuckles. "What happened?" Elena stood. "Thomas tried to run to the Council. Said he needed to report what he saw." Xander's voice was flat. "I convinced him otherwise." "Convinced how?" "He'll live. That's all that matters." Xander moved to the bed, looking down at Maya. "How is she?"

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.

"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.

I just hoped he could hold it till the end. “Back to the issue we were discussing,” another elder said. “I will summarize what we said so far for you.” I nodded. I already knew what he was about to say. There was a man named Thomas. No last name. He had been living among us, pretending to be a pack member. No one knew how long he had been here. There were no records of him anywhere. He had stayed hidden until recently when his account was frozen. The fool should have kept quiet, but instead he went to report it. That got him exposed.

I answer. Rhett is shaking his head before I even finish and then replies, “No. I’d be honored, gabriel. I just…my closet is kind of a mess. I’ll help you to come lay on my bed while I clean it up and make room for you. I have some things I can donate or trash.” “You two really care about one another, don’t you? I never thought I’d see the day my son cared about anyone besides himself,” Thomas concedes. Thomas takes a step towards the door and then pauses and turns, “So do you know what Dominic’s proclivities are?”

Thomas had been honorably discharged and had returned to the village, swearing to help get Xerxes Village out of poverty and make it prosper. However, he did not seem to have successfully fulfilled his dreams. The problem was not that Thomas had not tried his best but that the natural environment of Xerxes Village was just unsightly… “Javier, you’re awake! Come, come, the kitchen’s whipped up something for you guys to eat. I was just about to come get you!” As Thomas greeted Javier in a friendly manner, he seemed to have trouble moving about, so Javier wanted to go up to him to help him.