Dc Rupert Thorne Novels & Stories

The past month had been far too quiet and easy between us, lacking that usual spark. I don’t like fighting with Ryatt. We just do it so well. “You’re an asshole!” I scowl, tightening my robe. “You really think I invited him here? That I somehow called him over, used my powers–” “No, that’s not what I think at all–” “Then tell me what the hell is going on!” “Thorne is dead.” The air is sucked right out of the room. I inhale sharply, my eyes locked on Ryatt’s stone cold expression. A single glimmer of emotion shows behind his eyes before his blinks–pain, undeniable grief, untethered rage. “W-what?”

I'm taking her to the doctor. "I wanted to talk to Ms. Ross about some business because I have some free time,. Dalton said. "I could take her to the hospital if you don't mind." "Quite the coincidence, but we also have some matters to discuss," said Thorne with a smile. Maybe later, Mr. Ramirez?" Dalton's face grew a little gloomy. "There's a lot of wind out here, and you're getting wet," Thorne continued. You ought to return to your vehicle and dry off.

used to pulse. He didn't move toward me. He stepped back, his hand dropping to the hilt of a heavy, rusted pulse-blade at his hip. This Dante didn't have "Void-Lead" claws. He didn't have obsidian wings. He was a scrapper—a man who lived by the blade in a world that had forgotten how to build gods. "You have the wrong man, lady," he said, his eyes narrowing. "Name’s Thorne. I run the salvage crews for the Republic. I don't know any 'Dante.' And I definitely don't know you."

Thorne* I read it twice. M. Thorne. Marcus Thorne. The name was in the character list I'd been building in my head, the one populated with people who would eventually matter. Professor at Lunar Ridge. Connected to Aria's birth family. Had been searching for her. He was here. Already. In my first life I never knew he existed. He'd been a face in the faculty directory that I'd never had reason to look at. But here he was at week one, reaching out.

He found business analysis suggesting that Thorne was making aggressive moves in renewable energy logistics. And then Dylan understood. Marcus Thorne—Aurora's biological father (he found this in a family profile)—had just become CEO of Thorne Enterprises. And Marcus was apparently making moves against Meridian Routes. And Aurora, connected to both her father and her ex-husband through complicated family dynamics, was caught in the middle. Dylan sat back from his laptop and thought about the exhaustion he'd seen in Aurora's eyes. He thought about the way she'd said Silas was "trying to do better." He thought about the genuine emotion in her voice when she'd said the world needed more business

“I’m calling your doctor.” Roman groaned, rubbing his temple as if the world were spinning. “You... don’t tell him anything stupid.” “Trust me,” she said, scrolling through his contacts until she found the one labeled Dr. Harrow, Private Physician. Her voice softened as she spoke into the receiver. “Yes, this is Elena Thorne. Mr. Thorne’s feeling unwell. I think someone spiked his drink.” She paused, listening carefully. The doctor’s tone on the other end shifted fast, professional concern laced with urgency.

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace

My eyes went wide open. “Does the Media or Press know about this?”I ask, frowning my brows. Usually the change of CEO could affect the company reputation. Especially when the new CEO is going to be Adrian Hawthorne. I’ve read about him in the news a couple of times and as a HR i must know what is going on around Gilded Royale and that includes Adrian Hawthorne.

I sat still, tilting my chin up as if the chandeliers overhead suddenly fascinated me, anything to keep my thoughts from unraveling. But of course it did. Why was he here? The thought hit before I could stop it. No, Elena. The question should be why would he not be here? The emcee's smile grew wider as he continued. "And also, we are privileged to recognize Mr. Raphael Thorne, founder and CEO of Thorne Holdings. A man whose vision has transformed skylines and brought new life to neighborhoods across the country. His investments have not only built structures but also nurtured opportunities. It is both a privilege and an honor to have him here with us tonight."

In her heart, she knew: Thorne was Krugan’s unresolved past—and perhaps the only crack left to shatter the Umbrawolf’s scheme. The main tent of Alpha Thorne radiated the stillness of an old warlord’s command. Thick black wood beams held up weathered grey canvas that flapped quietly in the night wind. Inside, the flicker of torchlight cast long shadows against the walls, outlining a tall man in a silver cloak and deep-brown skin, standing with his back to Rue. “Speak directly,” Rue said quietly. “You won’t like what I bring.” Thorne didn’t turn. He stood with his hands behind his back, facing a table strewn with maps.