Dc Rupert Thorne Novels & Stories

He took a step toward us, but Victoria appeared at his side. "Mr. Thorne," she said firmly. "It's time. You're on in two minutes." He was the MC. He had a job to do. He was trapped. He gave me one last, long look before letting Victoria lead him away toward the stage. "Good afternoon, everyone. I am the CEO of CNR, Julian Thorne imnida." His voice, deep and assured, rolled through the room and quieted the crowd. I felt a nostalgic pang, remembering the first time I'd heard that introduction in his office. He thanked the guests, spoke about the RFA's purpose, and welcomed everyone. He was cool, charismatic, and utterly in control.

Just a folded letter in my hand. “You’re the son I never had. Do more than I did.” I wept that day. It was the last time I’d cried. Weeks after his funeral, I began sorting through old accounts. Loans he’d given. Investments. Some had been paid back in full. Others hadn’t. And then I saw the name. Thorne. I almost skipped past it—until I remembered. Jade Thorne. The girl from the papers. Pretty. Messy. Dead. Or so I thought.

Buzz, find the arterial pump. Not so fast, a loud, arrogant voice boomed from the top of the stairs. Valerie stopped her hand, her eyes snapping toward the doorway. A towering, heavily scarred biker named Thorne strode into the basement, flanked by six armed riders with their shotguns leveled straight at Buzz's men. Thorne was the leader of the northern transit faction, a man who had openly questioned Dominic's authority for months. What is the meaning of this, Thorne? Buzz hissed, his hand instantly dropping to his holster. Lower your weapons. The doctor is in the middle of a procedure.

He reached for the phone on the nightstand and I kept my eyes closed‚ my breathing steady‚ pretending I was still asleep. "Drake‚" Thorne said quietly. His voice was low‚ barely above a murmur‚ as if he was trying not to wake me. I couldn't hear Drake's exact words but I could hear the muffled sound of his voice through the speaker. And it sounded serious. "What is it?" Thorne asked. More muffled talking from the other end. Thorne was silent for a long moment. "An update on what?" His voice had gone flat and cold in that way it did when something was wrong. Really wrong.

Director Thorne stood in the doorway of the clinic like a sharp blade in a room full of bandages. His presence was a stark contrast to the silver warmth currently knitting the city back together. He represented the old world of borders and shadows. In his eyes, the awakening of the planet was not a miracle; it was a security breach on a global scale. He adjusted his silk tie, his gaze sweeping over the glowing students with an expression of clinical distaste.

I fell to the fall, holding my left cheek, wondering what just happened. “Don't you ever talk to me in that manner! Do you understand, you piece of shit?” Mr. Red eye fumed standing before me. Then and there, I realized I had been slapped until my eyes rolled backwards. I stared into his eyes and I realized, unlike the other night, his eyes were a deep shade darker. The stinging pain on my cheek stopped me from thinking, and tears streamed down my face. I watched as he slowly walked towards me and in reflex, I crawled backwards. The air seemed to have become stiffer, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I crawled backwards still holding my left cheek and tears streaming down my face making

Jessica responded. The man and Miss Beth looked at each other after Jessica affirmed her name. Creepy! “I'm Liam Thorne, son of Philip Thorne and CEO of TRIX.” The man said. “Pleased to meet you sir.” Jessica said, wondering how he was the CEO. Up until that morning, it read on the Internet that the active CEO was Philip Thorne, his father. Even the agency knew that! For a family that didn't even have a lot to show on the media, how could the only thing they knew be inauthentic?

His shift now over until morning, he let his older brother buy the first round of drinks at the Fainting Goat, a watering hole opened a few years ago in Fair Haven’s small downtown. Owned by Trent Younger, a family friend of the Thorntons, the Fainting Goat had been successful the moment it had opened its doors. Trent now owned a number of restaurants in the area, and last Caleb had heard, he was looking to open a location in Seattle. Trent also had a history with Lizzie Thornton, about which Caleb had always wondered but had never tried to pry. His younger sister, a musician traveling the country at the moment, tended to be tight-lipped about her personal life. As far as Caleb knew, she onl

Leila checked the time on her wristwatch for the sixth time that morning. She moaned as she slumped against the car seat; it was nearly nine o'clock, the first period would have ended, and she would have already missed her Chemical techniques test. She used to be a straight-A student in junior year, but her grades began to slip as she entered senior year. Ms. Annabeth, the chemical techniques tutor, was the only teacher who seemed genuinely concerned about this and took the time to talk to her. She'd promised her that she'd work on herself and try harder to read, but now she'd not even been on time to take her test!