Cress And Thorne Novels & Stories

"You came." "You told me to stay. I stayed." "I love you." "I know." I held her tighter. "I know." Behind us, Thorne was on his knees, his hands cuffed, his blood dripping onto the marble floor. His empire was over. His network was shattered. His fifteen years of running had finally ended. But I wasn't watching him. I was watching Celeste. And she was watching me. And somewhere in the distance, sirens began to wail. --- End of Chapter 224

Before I had time to yell her name back, I was pounced on and we both fell to the floor, making me wince in pain not because of the beatings of Devon but because the floor was damn hard! I noticed the wounds I got from Devon's beatings had healed faster than normal but I threw that aside since I believed it was as a result of feeding well now. Indeed, I was being stuffed by Sebastian without Devon knowing. I was yet to know the relationship between the two because I had no idea what they were. I almost thought they were brothers because of their resemblance but it wasn't until I heard them cursing at each other's parents did I realize something was off. Something I was definitely not going t

Then the events of the serpentine queen and afterwards" I stand up "I was a hybrid!? The god must be enraged by all of Thorne's doing. Good! I hope he never breaks free and when I kill Thorne, he dies with him" Cass wraps he arms around me and smiles "There you are mi amor, who is Thorne?" I shake my head laughing "Prince Nathair"

*** "Sebastian? Sebastian! Sebastian where are you?" Gosh, where could he be? Zeke took the stairs to the back and proceeded to the green house. "Sebastian!" He called as he entered. He heard some rustling ahead by the rose plantation so he approached. He sighed he relief when he saw Sebastian sitting on a bench by the rose flowers. "Here you are." Sebastian didn't raise his head to him. Zeke joined him on the bench. Non of them said anything for the first two minutes until Zeke broke the awkward silence.

“Yeah, I guess,” “We talking about Mateball?” Kairos and Maximus snapped their heads up to look at the door to Kairos’s room. Lounging against the door frame was Thorne. His bleach blonde hair had been freshly washed and toned. It stood out against his deep olive skin. He wore thick black rimmed glasses over his honey-gold eyes. “Yeah,” Kairos said. “You going? You taking History of Wolves or The Last Great Queen this year?” “Har, har,” Thorne rolled his eyes. “I’m taking no one. Unlike you two, I’m trying to not piss off the Queen.”

Later that night, Cassienne Rhodes was about to leave with Corren Thornwyck when someone suddenly grabbed her wrist. She stopped immediately and turned around. “What happened?” she asked. Dreston Tremont did not answer her right away. His gaze moved past her and settled on Corren instead. Then he smiled faintly. “Mr. Thornwyck,” he said calmly, “I do not think I properly thanked you for saving my wife the other day. You are truly a good friend to the family.”

The iron gates of the Thorne Estate did not groan as they once had. In the old 2024, they were a barrier of "Exclusion," a warning to the "Debtor-Class" that they were entering the sanctum of a man who owned their futures. Now, ten years into the Violet-Spring, the metal was entwined with "Resonance-Ivy," its leaves pulsing with a soft, bioluminescent amber that matched the heartbeat of the land. Avery Vane-Thorne walked up the gravel path, her heels crunching on stone that no longer felt like a "Hard-Standard."

Thorne arrives hot on the heels of Thomas, I take a deep breath, and here we go, I think to myself. "Cassie, Thomas tells me you had a series of cramps. Can you tell me about it? Leave nothing out, please, so we can ensure you get the help that you need, " Dr Thorne speaks as he checks my pupils and my blood pressure. So I tell them everything about each incident leading up to this latest one. When I finish talking to my knees, I chance a glance upwards and see Dr Thorne sharing a knowing look with Luna, who looks devastated. "Cassie, I'm afraid these are not your usual type of cramps. This all sounds a lot like infidelity." Dr Thorne talks softly to me, gazing at me with sympathy shining in

The words tangled inside me, hot and confusing. Caleb shook his head stubbornly. “Cheryse can’t swim.” Thorne’s lips curved, dark amusement twisting his face. “And I don’t give a shit.” The women who’d been draped all over him before now squealed and scrambled away, heels clacking against the marble as they fled. Cowards. They wanted Thorne when he was dangerous in bed, not when his danger bled into reality. Cheryse’s chin jutted out, false bravado coating her tongue. “You don’t scare me, Thorne. You’re just a thug with a—”

Remy, leaning against his Chevy with a piece of beef jerky hanging out of his mouth, started laughing so hard he had to brace himself on the hood. Celeste rolled up beside him on her hoverboard, twin tails flicking, ruby eyes glittering with delight. “Ma’am,” she called, sweet as poisoned honey, “you can take those charges and fold them until they’re all corners, then sit on ’em.” Vespera’s ravens screeched. Thorne stepped forward, shadows pooling at his feet like oil. “Try to take us,” he said, calm and arctic, “and we’ll add ‘Council extinction event’ to the list.”