Cress And Thorne Novels & Stories

Damn…Who knew Cade Thorne had dimples? Why am I just finding out? “I can't wait to take that dress off later tonight” he whispered closely. A cold shiver ran down my spine. The sexual tension was evident between us. “I want to pin you against the wall, and fuck you raw, skin to skin…very hard, while you scream my name or better still ‘daddy’ into the night” He whispered. “Uhmm…” “Isla Campbell, the brilliant mind saving our family's history” I was rudely interrupted by none other than Lucan Thorne; A Thorn in my flesh.

Garrett swallowed hard but steeled himself and pointed toward the corner of the garden. "I counted correctly!" Thorne followed the direction of his finger. There, a small but stubborn Moonlight Flower bloomed. It was the extra one I'd cultivated in case something went wrong. I'd even damaged my wolf to grow it. Shock flashed through Thorne's eyes before his expression darkened. To prove he hadn't miscounted, Garrett counted again right in front of Thorne. "363, 364, 365… Not a single one is missing. It meets the requirements perfectly."

she instructed Anna, who stationed herself at a distance. Anna nodded and hastened to the other gas stove. She lifted the lid, stirred the stew until it was perfectly done, and then covered it again, hurrying back to her original spot. Cressida added a splash of water to the rice, covered the pot, and stepped back, leaning against the central kitchen table. She picked up her phone, her fingers poised to tap the screen, but her gaze drifted back to Anna, whose mind never lost track of. Cressida sighed. She put her phone aside and approached Anna with deliberate slowness. As she drew near, Anna’s body shuddered, and she took a fearful step back.

His grand horns caught the light as he lowered himself into a chair across from us. “Thorne brought back fresh herbs from the deep woods,” he rumbled. “Says the wilds feel… normal now. No old shadows.” Wren joined us last, carrying a small bundle of newly copied scrolls. The emerald threads in his silver eye had softened into gentle, glowing patterns that spoke of hard-won peace. “The futures are steady today,” he said. “No storms. Only long, quiet seasons ahead.” We spent the afternoon together in the library, sorting through old records and sharing memories. The bond between us had grown into something deeper than passion or even memory a constant, golden-emerald undercurrent that simply h

Click. Vivienne pulled open the front door of the Thorne clan mansion with her left hand while her right hand still held a chocolate sandwich with a bite already taken out of it. Her hair was still slightly messy because she had just woken up and had not even had the chance to wash up yet. She chewed her food calmly, enjoying the rare silence of the morning. However, that peace vanished in an instant when a tall, masculine figure suddenly charged forward from beyond the doorway. Tristan Vance stood there with heavy breaths and a pair of hawk-like eyes gleaming with dark obsession.

"No, no, no..." BECCA’S POV I didn't see the blood at first. I only saw his hands—the hands that had signed our marriage certificate with such strength—now resting limp and cold. The thorn wasn't just a metaphor anymore. It was literal. The thorns had drawn blood. "Josh," I choked out, my eyes darting around the room. The house had been tossed, but not for money. They were looking for the briefcase. It had to be the briefcase. My heart stopped. If they had found it, we were dead. If they hadn't, they were still close.

The safe house was a jagged shard of cedar and glass anchored into the granite side of the Cascade Mountains. It was a "ghost property," one of the many assets Lyra had scrubbed from the official Thorne records during her years as the Auditor. Here, the air didn't smell like city exhaust or the antiseptic scent of Thorne Tower; it smelled of damp pine needles and the cold, oncoming snoww.

" Kel said. "Yeah, mum would not like that." Stacey said with a chuckle. The private plane was prepared and Mr Ross and his daughter flew home to Califonia. ****** At the Ross residence. Avery woke up feeling really uncomfortable. She felt like she was being squeezed on her bed. She sat up on her bed and saw her two sisters sleeping next to her. What the hell where they doing here she wondered. They had there own rooms. What is wrong with these grown up women. As Avery wondered all this she had an idea and with a smile she pushed her sisters off the bed.

As usual, Varsha used her emotional blackmail card which she does more often. Ram glared at her before saying " oh Madame, you're just shifting to the next street okay, not country " it was true. Prem is their neighbor only, his house is on the next street. it will take two minutes to reach even by walking. " Ram stops troubling her " came Koushalya's voice in defense of her friend. " What am I ? don't you see, she is the one fooling around " Ram was offended now, his wife was taking her friend's side leaving her poor husband all alone.

Jayden flips her folds with his right thumb, his other hand caressing her plum breast. She whimpers, her back arcing upward. She’s so sensitive, Jayden realized. “Did she tell you how stubborn we are?” he asked, applying pressure on her clit, teasing her with his calloused thumb. “Did she tell you that once we like someone, we never ever leave them alone?” he smacked her breast lightly. Rita, helpless and sore, cries out. It’s hard to discern the cry. Is it from pleasure or helplessness? She—’