Cress And Thorne Novels & Stories

My sudden question earns me weird looks from all my sisters, including Seren who lowers her book slowly with furrowed brows. “You’ll see..”. She says proudly, one of her brows raised, probably at the fact that I even bothered to ask. My sisters are oblivious to my encounter with Thorne in the woods. As a matter of fact, they have no idea that I already met him and I know better than to break it to them. I doubt they would even care, not positively anyway, especially considering the fact that one of them won’t shut up about him. Thessa is known for running her mouth. We take even as little as a compliment from her with a pinch of salt, hence my dismissal of her earlier claim to have had a mom

"Don't pick the simple deception. Pick the difficult reality. Pick us." He didn't linger for a reply. He planted a strong, claiming kiss on my forehead, then pivoted and departed, easing the door shut behind him. The next day, I located Thorne in the sunny lounge, carefully polishing a collection of daggers with a rag. Her sharp eye glanced my way. "You seem like you battled a grizzly and came up short." "Feels that way," I grumbled, dropping into a woven seat opposite her. "Lucas's move," she remarked.

As she scanned through a report, a voice broke through her concentration. "Good morning, ma'am." Elara turned to see a young woman standing at her desk. She blinked, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. "You...?" Before she could say more, their manager approached, his tone brisk but polite. "Ms. Elara, this is Ava Thornfield. She’ll be your new intern. I trust you’ll show her the ropes." He paused as if to let the name sink in. "Oh, and I almost forgot to mention—Ms. Ava Thornfield is the second daughter of the Thornfield family."

I knew that this would be the test of our lives, going back to Crescent Moon, going back to where Vanessa and Axel were waiting, going back to our lives away from here, away from the connections we made. The next day, I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping outside, the sunlight streaming through the window, painting the room in a warm, golden glow. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach at the thought of facing Thorne again. As I got up and dressed, I tried to remind myself of why I was doing this. I had to be sure that he was truly sorry for what he had done, that he had truly changed. I couldn't let myself get caught up in the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm me. As I m

They were known to be merciless to those who betrayed them and have the kindest heart to those who were in need. Apart from that, news that hit the society was the young lady of House Claramay, Aurora Claramay. Her ladylike attitude had knocked down many noblewomen while her cold personality was like a magnet to increase the number of her beau. Rumors around her said that she's an enchantress that takes no notice of countless men who came before her. She even killed those who pestered her way too much. On the other hand, she helped numerous orphans by providing them shelter, food, clothes, and even entertainment. However, she was called ' The Villainess Rose' due to her irresistible allureme

Suddenly, Adrian sighs heavily as he pinches his nose bridge as he closes his eyes tightly. I got up and walked to his desk. “Come on,let’s go” I say. Adrian opens his eyes and looks at me, frowning. “You need to do some clothes fitting for your event tonight” I say, reminding him. The appointment it’s actually at 3pm and it’s only 1pm but I figured it could clear his mind. He didn’t know about the timing too so no harm.

I gestured vaguely at my chest. “Both bonds,” Kael finished. “To us. And—” he grimaced “—to him.” Rian shuddered. “Felt like someone grabbed my spine and twisted,” he said. “Right where the mark sits. Like it was being pulled toward… something."" Or someone else.” “The curse,” Theron said. “Bloodthorn’s part of it. Mooncrest’s. Nightveil’s. All the threads have been rubbing against each other for years without meeting. Now they’re trying.”

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later that day, Damon entered Club Solace, a fortress of quiet opulence nestled deep in the hills - a sanctuary for the power elite. At the center table sat Adrian Cross, a man with skin like marble and eyes like cold steel. He didn’t rise when Damon entered. He simply gestured to the seat across from him. “You’ve inherited quite the mess, Mr. Thorne”. Damon sat but didn’t shake his hand. “Cut the pleasantries”. Adrian smirked. “Fair enough. Let me offer clarity. I can bury the past for you. The journal. The fallout. Everything. In return, you merge with my network. The Thorne-Cross Alliance

I said, trying to focus on the marriage records to keep my mind off the cold feeling in my chest. ​"Perhaps, but darkness can only hide the light for so long before the pressure becomes too much, and I think that mark on your shoulder is the first crack in the seal," Thorne replied. Then he went back to his work, leaving me to wonder if I was a vessel for something far more dangerous than just a missing wolf. ​Adrian POV

He broke off, unable to say the word dead. Isolde flinched. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” she said softly, fingers twisting in her lap. “I needed air. Space. I didn’t know... I didn’t expect what I found.” His eyes flicked to Thorne, still standing by the window, calm and silent. “And who the hell is this?” Collin asked, narrowing his eyes. “Some stranger with perfect hair standing in the middle of a forgotten royal garden with my sister?” Thorne didn’t rise to the bait. “My name is Thorne.”