Thomas X Rosie Novels & Stories

Thomas came on the second Monday of April in the seventeenth year. He came with the established expression — the something-to-show quality, the April quality. Ernest knew from the expression that the south wall roses were ready. "The roses," Don said. "Yes," Thomas said. "And the quince grove. Two things this April." They went to the south wall of the east wing first.

As Rick turned to face the main person who had been trailing them,he met with a face that he had never expected to attack them in person. Rosie got to the house and she hurriedly packed her clothes and she had gone to Mason's room also to get his own clothing's also after that she had realized that she had forgotten to take get maternal clothes,she went back into her room as she got there she suddenly began to feel dizzy so she laid her back on the bed as she fought again the urge to climb into the bed and feel the warmth of it again.

It’s time to erase this version of me — the one they turned into a fool. When we stepped outside, a man in a black suit was leaning against a sleek 2022 BMW. “Good morning, Ma’am,” he said, straightening immediately. “I’m Thomas. I’ve been assigned by Sir to take you wherever you need to go. I’m also your personal driver and bodyguard.” I looked at the car, then at him. “I don’t think I’m ready to drive in such exotic cars coming from him yet,” I said flatly. “I want a slow and clearly mapped-out comeback on my own, not one powered by someone else’s influence.”

This Rosa – Brawen looked straight into those brown eyes as if hoping Rosa could fully understand what Brawen was thinking: I don't want you to have anything to do with nobles, so if possible avoid them by all means possible. I have to go, see you later. Rosaly stopped to look at that small figure until someone else appeared. Haha, there's going to be a good show coming up, isn't it Rosaly, it's Rosalie, but I still prefer to call her Rosa. – He is Thomas, the guy who used to go down the street with Brawen, Riven and Rosa.

They must have had some connection in the past, right? Yet, that didn't seem possible. They were nearly a decade apart in age, and Thomas had joined the military at a young age—he was probably only fifteen when he began serving under General Xavier in the military encampments outside the capital. While he could return home occasionally, there shouldn't have been any interaction between him and Rosalind. After hearing Violet's words, Thomas simply nodded. "Alright. Thank you for your efforts, Your Grace, Violet. I also appreciate Mr. York for coming up with such a reasonable excuse."

Roseline, unable to understand why he had to tell such a lie, found it very difficult to flow with the rhythm and ended up replying with a small smile that stalled for several seconds before it came through evenly. Thomas, tired of watching Thompson try too hard to impress him by totally ignoring Roseline's injured ankle, coughed before speaking. "Thompson, who is she?" He knew what the likeliest answer to the question would be, but still needing the bitter confirmation, he had asked. "Sorry, my bad. This is Roseline Johnson, my fiancée," Thompson said the words he had no idea would pierce a thousand holes in his father's heart. Thomas's lips curved upwards like he was about to smile, but re

But there was still on response "Madison Ross, open this door now or l'll break it down. Kel said. Still there was no response, so Kel had no choice than to break the door. Kel and Irene walked into an empty room, they checked the bathroom, the walk-in-closet, and even under the bed but they could not find Madison. While Kel was still looking around, Irene stood in front of an open window. They were on the second floor there was no way Madison could jump out right?? Irene turned around and looked at Kel, Kel who knew exactly what she was thinking replied. "No way." They both looked out the window and noticed a long rope dangling outside. "Did she really climb all the way down." Irene wondere

"I promise this will stay between us. Just don't sign those papers." Archie shoved her away, but she clung to his feet, desperate to keep him from slipping away. He pushed her again, harder this time, and she landed on the floor with a thud. Undeterred, Archie snatched his phone from the nightstand and strode toward her, his eyes flashing with accusation. "Recognize him?" He demanded, thrusting the screen in her face. Rosie's eyes widened as she took in the image, her mind reeling. "Thomas?" She breathed, shock etched on her face.

Thomas arrives at the house to see Reese. He is nervous about Roman. He knows he will be on edge after everything that has happened to his sister. He knocks on the door and waits. Kat opens the door. “Up the stairs and to the left. I have Roman occupied. Make sure she feeds,” Kat says. Thomas smiles and nods at her. “You got it,” Thomas says. Thomas runs up the stairs and walks down the hall and to the left. He knocks on the door. Reese opens the door. “I know I look terrible, so I apologize,” Reese says.

With a heavy sigh, he pulled out another video and hit play. The screen showed a hospital ward, with the camera focusing on Xavier—the guy who'd been knocked out at the bar. Shaken by the threat, Xavier stared into the camera, his words stumbling as he recounted what went down that day. "Charlotte told me t-to deal with M-Ms. Jefferson. She said Ms. Jefferson was causing trouble and asked me t-to teach her a lesson…" Kenneth couldn't stand it any longer. Before the video was halfway through, he grabbed the camera and smashed it against the wall. The anger on his face gradually faded, leaving behind a pale, hopeless look.