A Thorn That Pierces Me Novels & Stories

Lucy The door slammed shut behind me with a familiar clang. I barely flinched anymore. After how long weeks, probably? I wasn’t sure. Time had melted into a dull haze. What hadn’t dulled was the sharp sting of betrayal lodged in my chest, relentless and raw like an old scar torn open. Thorne.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat a deafening drum in my ears, as the tension between Thorne and me crackles in the air like static before a storm. His words weigh on me, sharp and pointed, cutting through the defenses I’ve worked so hard to build. I’m walking a razor’s edge now, and there’s no turning back. I know he’s not just testing me anymore—he’s pulling me in. And as much as I hate to admit it, there’s a part of me that wants to let him.

His expression still bore pain from the kick he had received, and it obviously still hurt. “That was mean, you could have killed me!!’ he scolded. “That would have been great, because if Leo catches you, then he would do worse. Let me go now if you don’t want your intestines plugged out one after the other while you watch, you wouldn’t want to know what it feels like to get your eyes burnt out with a hot steel,” she threatened. Marco couldn’t help but chuckle. “Is that how much of a monster that your boyfriend is?” he asked with a smile.

"It’s a catalyst. To a human, it’s a herb. To a wolf, it acts like a signal fire on a pitch-black night. It amplifies your natural scent, makes it intoxicating. This rogue found you first because he was desperate, but he won't be the last. The moment I step out of this doorway, another one will come through that window to tear you apart." "I have a deadbolt on the back door," Noah said stubbornly, though the words sounded hollow even to him as he glanced at the front door, which was currently hanging off its top hinge. "And I have a permit from the town council to operate this shop. If there are dangerous wild animals in the area, the rangers…."

and at lost, I need someone who can treat me as a human being rather than a Robert. I'm left alone, no one is by my side to talk to, no one is by my side to ask me whether I'm okay or not. no one is by my side to comfort me. I just feel so heavy from inside that I might burst out at any moment. my eyes become dry due to continuous shedding tears. My muscles are sore, my legs and lower part are in pain, making me realize the reason for the pain.

I hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep. It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.

I shouted as my voice echoed through the walls. My mind raced how did I get here, it was perplexing to me, so I struggled to untie the ropes until I remember clearly yesterday that I had put a short dagger at the side of my ribs for defense, but there was no way to get it out I had to struggled and struggled unfortunately for me, I broke my bones and was untied from the wall? I felt so much pain on the wounded area, but it didn't last forever. It took some seconds to get healed. I went up and searched for a path that would leave me outside the cave so I could find my way home since there was no one with me inside the cave.

I hold him, stroking his hair all the way down. But then I feel something on his back. Something small and hard an sharp. I hug him tighter, searching for the strange are on his back where I touched the thing. At first I was willing to bet that I was just imagining things. But then I see something small and black and pointy poking right out of Roman's skin. A thorn. A thorn that looks similar to the ones from the vine, the very thing that wounded him.

Human. Now I wake up wet from dreams I didn’t have. Bite marks on my neck. Moans caught in my throat. Static in my ears. I flinch at mirrors. I glow when the moon’s full. And every time one of them looks at me — really looks at me — I feel the thorns growing again. They don’t touch me gently. They don’t ask for permission. They take. They bite. They bury themselves in the cracks I didn’t know I left open.

That broken thing who used to shake when I entered a room? I forced a laugh out of my throat. “You're finally here, my pet. I enjoy having all the fun with you and making you my sex toy. Does Thorne know how you moan for me?” I snapped, wanting the words to cut her the way they used to. I saw her break for a second. I saw it land. But that didn’t stop her. She stabbed the blade into me and I thought I was just going to laugh through it the way I always laughed through pain, but I couldn’t. The pain was different from anything I had felt all night. This one went in and stayed wrong, burning in a way that told me immediately that something was very wrong.