Cress And Thorne Novels & Stories

Even though Irma had ordered Thorne to be at the Rosses, it didn't exactly make her happy. Whispers of strife in paradise between Vesta and Thorne started to circulate when word got out that Thorne had missed their get-together for the Rosses. Vesta responded to the conjecture with detached coolness. "Helena and Irma are really close. Thorne is merely visiting the Rosses to perform a family duty. Since there had been no recent reports of the Rosses and Hendersons interacting, most people had written off the long-standing stories about their cordial relationship as hearsay.

*Tjeck* Even in the dead of night, Kress’s gates are vigilantly guarded. Given the hour and the looming threat of war, they refuse us entry until either Kress or Thorn grants permission. The only reason they even consider getting Thorn it is because of me; when an Alpha appears at this hour, it signals something of great importance. Thorn arrives looking as if he just rolled out of bed, clad only in a pair of loose-fitting pajama pants. His hair is a wild tangle of curls, and now, knowing what I do, I can easily see the familial resemblance and the small quirks they both share.

“Boss!” “B-Boss, how can you pair Graves and me together? You know we never get along, boss,” Thorne said, almost pouting. He was tall, with a deep knife scar slashing across his face, but right now he looked more like a sulking child pleading with his father. “Yes, boss. Rex and I will do a much better job, I swear,” Graves cut in quickly, his tone eager. He stood as tall as Thorne, but his face was smooth and clean-cut, the complete opposite of his arms, which were covered in ink.

They were talking about the Thorne drama. ​The story wasn't about werewolves, of course. It was about the scandal: the arrogant King of Crestwood, Kael Thorne, being caught in a vicious fight with his powerful father, Marcus, over a strange, quiet new girl - me. The rumor mill had been working overtime, twisting the corridor confrontation into a soap opera of forbidden step-sibling romance and family rage. ​As I walked to my locker, the whispers were impossible to ignore. ​"Did you see how red Marcus's face was?"

While I was making vows to spend the rest of my life with Valerius in the warm Aegean breeze, across the ocean in New York, an absurd drama of a wealthy family's collapse was unfolding at Thorne Manor. Even separated by half the globe, it was as if I were watching the chaotic aftermath from a god's-eye view. For this so-called "major announcement," Caspian had practically emptied the flower markets of white roses, decorating the entire manor to resemble a medieval Versailles.

Freya I stared out the window, watching as the maids trooped in and out of the castle, holding luxurious fashion bags and all of that. Celeste was preparing for her anniversary with Thorne, and she seemed invested in everything that she shared with Thorne. But, I couldn’t say the same for the other person. Thorne. With an exasperated sigh, I glanced over my shoulder, stealing a look at the man lounging on the edge of the table, casually absorbed in his book.

~Push out those pussy lips, show him how bad you need breeding. The door creaked open, scents flooding in. Aurelius and Thorne stepped inside, drawn by the thick aroma of my heat and slick. Aurelius's eyes lit with possession, Thorne smirking like he owned the place already. “Smells like a party,” Thorne said, stripping off his shirt to reveal scarred abs and a cock already hard in his pants.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

We were required to take another set of exams to prove that we didn't cheat off of each other, and seeing the incredulous looks on the examiners’ faces when our results were out was really funny. Ella had stopped talking while she set her books on the table since the lab was nearly full. As the vanity crew (Ella nicknamed them this a week after we resumed) entered, the fragrance of strong cologne filled the room. I looked up just in time to see Ackleth Manor latch the door behind him; it was a regulation that the person who entered the lab last had to close it. He glanced back at the room, his lab coat thrown across one arm and his books in the other, caught my gaze and held it for a few sec

Luca paused and stared at Elena, she understood his unsaid words, it was her turn to get in the car. She hesitated for a while, but after remembering Leo’s words about Luca, she decided to obey and walk into the car. She didn’t want to be a victim of someone with anger issues- Luca! Leonardo had said that to scare her and it was clear that he succeeded in petrifying her. Luca walked into the car after her and closed the door, while the third man got in the driver’s seat and ignited the car. They drove out of the building, which surprisingly had no gate. Why would these thugs live in a building without a proper gate, the entrance was however surrounded with beautiful grown flowers that served