Bella Thorne Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

a girl shrieked, seeming as if she were happy, which I clearly knew she was not. “And here I thought the faggot was mute, only to realize he isn't. Wow, what other surprises do you have in store for us?” the all-time bully, Mike, asked sarcastically while loudly tapping away on his table. Students laughed at his remark, but Shirley behind me seemed to be 'blushing' in anger. I scoffed as quietly as I could. 'Oh, only if you knew,' I said to myself, not daring to say it aloud. No one in school, except Shirley, had seen my bare face. I was always wearing hoodies that covered me properly.

“I heard an interesting rumor. That you’ve moved into his penthouse.” My stomach tightened. “I don’t discuss Mr. Thorne’s private life.” “So it’s true.” Her smile was sharp. “That’s bold. Moving in after what, three weeks of employment?” “Is there something I can help you with?” “I’m trying to help you.” She leaned closer. “Kael has a pattern. He gets interested in someone, brings them into his life, then discards them when the novelty wears off. I’ve seen it happen a dozen times.”

"I’m not letting them do anything. Thorne has been briefed. He’s been told that any question regarding genetic specifics is a breach of contract. We control the edit." ​"You think you can control Marcus Thorne?" Bella looked up then, her eyes red-rimmed but sharp. "He’s a shark. He’s going to ask about Geneva. He’s going to ask why I ran. And if I don't answer, he’s going to let the silence tell the story for him."

Thatcher grabs onto Bella's wrist to pull her toward him, releasing all of his aura in an attempt to suppress and overpower her. At the feeble attempt, Bella laughs. She easily flips his 6'1" frame over her 5'5" body. The desk shatters under his weight, but the sound of splintering wood is completely drowned out by the roar of her aura. She isn't just a cheerleader; she is a Thorne, and she lets her raw power pin him to the floor like a specimen under glass.

The silk of my shirt pulled tight over my nipples, which were hard from the cold air and the shame. Twelve men walked in. Most were old and wore suits that cost more than my house. They stopped at the table and their eyes went straight to me. I saw Arthur Vance look at the blue velvet around my neck. He saw the silver lock and my ruined shirt. His face went pale, and he looked down at his papers. "Gentlemen," Kaelen said, putting his hands flat on the table. "The Thorne Group is mine now. The papers are signed. Julia Thorne is staying on as my personal asset to help out."

Thorne shifted his stance, ready to intervene if something snapped. “Yeah,” he muttered under his breath, “this is definitely above my paygrade.” I didn’t look at him, I kept my eyes on Liam. “Hold on,” I whispered. “Killian will come back with something… anything to bring you out of this misery.” “Thorne,” I said quietly. “Yeah?” “Get ready.” “Ready for what?” Thorne asked, already grinning like he expected entertainment. “To die at his hand once Killian comes back with the cure,” I replied, matching his grin because if I didn’t laugh, I’d probably scream.

Kael Luna Thorne coughs as my fingers tighten against her throat. Her own fingers desperately claw at my hands, hoping that I would free her. “Are you growing it?” I demand, releasing my grip just enough to let her speak. “No.” She croaks. “Then how did you get your hands on some? Is it Selvara or the other fool that’s growing it?” “I found it!” she mutters hoarsely. “Bullshit!” “It’s… it’s true!” she splutters. “Who were you trying to kill?” I demand. There is movement behind me and from the corner of my eye, I see Lara step forward. “Was it you?” Lara whispers.

He radiated aggression. "Draven!" he roared as we approached. Kael stopped ten feet away. His Enforcers flanked us, their hands on their weapons, ready for a fight. "Thorne," Kael said calmly. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" "You harbor a thief," Thorne spat. He pointed a thick, calloused finger at me. "That female belongs to Ironclad." "She belongs to herself," Kael said. "And she is under my protection."

The shelves moved sideward and revealed a straight hallway towards a highly secured titanium door. Zea smirked. Now we're talking... Just as she was about to walk through the secret hallway, the doorbell suddenly rang. She hurried towards the cassette player, slumped it shut, and the concealed door shifted back in place along with the shelves. Zea scurried down the stairs and pressed the button on the video intercom. On the screen, two young women were standing in front of her doorstep. But what caught her eyes was the SIBS emblem on their white university jackets.

She leaned back and rested into the chair, folding her arms across her chest and studying the man, this was the grand son of the business tycoon every one in New York was going on about and she wondered if he was the same person she had seen the first time she had gone to Skyline, with the media buzzing around him, the one they said had just returned. She knew that in order for her to know more about him and Skyline and the connection they had, or did not have, to these murders, she would have to get in closer, she would have to go to the club and go undercover. The club was the best place to gather information and gossip, no body would be so cautious if she started asking about who Michael