Bella Thorne On Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

“Let’s talk later. I’ll come home tonight when I’m done with work.” “Okay.” Luca smiled and hung up the call. Just as Vanessa was about to put down her phone, a news notification popped up on her screen. Her eyes paused on the headline: "Socialite Senna Thorne Arrested in High-Profile Arson Case." Curious, she clicked on the article. The story detailed a scandal involving Senna Thorne, a woman accused of setting fire to a wealthy estate. The evidence against her seemed overwhelming, yet her supporters insisted she was framed.

This time it's heavier, weighted with questions neither of us can answer. --- The next day, I have a session with Thorne. He's a Lycan healer assigned to monitor our mental and physical health. Part of the investigation, making sure we're stable and truthful. Thorne is older, maybe sixty, with kind eyes that see too much. "How are you sleeping, Kaelen?" he asks, settling into the chair across from me. "Fine." "That's not what the guards report. They say you pace at night. That you talk in your sleep."

Clara's voice crackled over the comms. "Elena's last-known coordinates confirm your guess-she's somewhere in the underground annex of the abandoned Thorne Medical Institute. No power, minimal satellite visibility." Bella studied the layout. "And one hell of a maze." Mirabel grinned faintly. "Good. I always wanted to prove I could outmaneuver a ghost." --- Beneath the institute, Kai was strapped to a metal chair in a vault with flickering bulbs and rust-stained walls. A weak pulse of electricity buzzed through the restraints-just enough to numb him, not enough to kill.

“Wait here.” I watched as the officer went and spoke to someone in a suit. He walked over to me. “Good afternoon...” he paused waiting for my name. “Dominic Thorn.” “Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn. I am Detective Connor Calloway. I believe you know whose car this is?” “It’s my fiancé's car, Leila Clarke. I was on the phone to her when the crash happened.” “Can you tell me what she said?” “Someone was following her, she said they were ramming her and then she crashed. There was a voice that said, ‘she’s mine’. Then the call cut off.”

"Understood. I'll begin immediately." I dismissed him with a nod and continued toward the rest area, my thoughts still turning over what I had overheard. Thorne was a careful man—careful enough to have survived decades of pack politics without ever making himself an obvious enemy. For him to act this recklessly, this visibly, meant either desperation or certainty. Neither was a comfortable possibility. But as I rounded the corner of the healer's tent, I saw something that made me stop short. Kaden stood there, speaking with Ciara.

I ate, slept, and worked around Aurelia Heights, running on almost no rest for over ninety days. For the sake of confidentiality, I had told everyone I was doing delivery work. Even Claire had no idea I was actually on an undercover operation. “I didn’t forget. I just finished my last order. I’ll be there soon.” Twenty minutes later, I walked into the private dining room carrying two bottles of premium single-malt Scotch I had bought on the way. There were seven or eight people inside. Besides Claire and her parents, a heavyset middle-aged man sat in the seat of honor.

"I'll call you later?" "Okay, girl. Thank you for taking my call. By the way, you have gone viral again. Everyone is talking about Jessica Turner's drama. Check it out. I'll - Oh, my god, Keith! Why are you walking naked in my living room - " Karise ended the call, making Shantelle's eyes widen. It took a few seconds for Shantelle's senses to return after discovering how far her friends, Keith and Karise, had gone. She changed into her clothes and wound up checking online.

Thorne snapped, his voice filled with old fire. “She is under my protection,” Kael growled. “And until we know what you are—what you’ve become—she stays here.” Thorne’s lips twisted into a knowing smile. “That protective instinct… it’ll destroy you if you don’t let her choose.” Kael didn’t answer, but I saw the storm building in him. “Let her see the truth for herself,” Thorne said softly, turning to me. “You can’t stay in the dark forever, Elara.”

He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms that looked surprisingly powerful for a man who moved numbers for a living. "Caspian Vance," he said, stepping forward. He looked me straight in the eye and offered a firm, professional handshake. His grip was warm. "And you are the infamous Eloise Thorne." "I thought the official narrative was 'recovering from a brief illness.'" Caspian chuckled and gestured toward a pair of leather chairs. "Between us? I’ve seen the videos that were leaked. I’ve heard the rumors about your 'adventure' in West Miami. And frankly, anyone who can make Harrison Thorne lose his temper that much is someone I want on my payroll."

His scarred Beta, a woman named Mara, watched everything with sharp, knowing eyes. “Ah, Alpha Thorne!” Kaelen boomed, clapping Xavier on the back. “And young Kieran! Heard congratulations are in order for your… recent acquisition.” His eyes raked over me, a crude assessment. “A spirited one, she looks.” Kieran’s jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he remained silent. Xavier offered a tight smile. “The Moon Goddess works in mysterious ways, Alpha Kaelen. But the Thorne line will remain strong.” He cast a pointed glance at me.