Marilyn Thornhill Novels & Stories

“Whoever you are, Ms. Chun, basic manners dictate you knock before barging in,” Romilly said coolly, stepping forward and folding her arms across her chest. Zinnia gave her a slow once-over, her lips pursed. “And you are?” “Romilly Thorne,” she replied, lifting her chin with quiet defiance. I pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose, already feeling the dull throb of an impending headache. The day had barely begun.

sister a diamond ring. Driven by a sudden, jagged jealousy, Tiffany retreated to the bridal suite and hurled a makeup brush at the vanity. The mirror shattered into a spiderweb of glass. "How?!" she hissed, her red nails drawing blood from her own palms. "When did Julian Thorne even meet that little bitch?" Back in the nave, the air was thick enough to choke. Marcus Vance finally stepped in to play peacemaker, desperate to keep the two most powerful men in Holloway City from tearing each other apart in front of the press.

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most. How was that even possible? She had racked her brain to get rid of that slut only to send her to a more prominent person. And even that bastard Mark wanted to go and find her personally? “No!” she shouted. From what she overheard; Mark still had no inkling that she was the one who had ordered Maya to be killed. She knew that if he found out, it will be the end for her. She will never clear her name.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Lily said stunned by the news and turned to look at Derry, her eyes tearer. "The people I grew up with as my family are all gone. I am the only one left," Lily said sadly and Derry got up and hugged her patting her back gently. Meanwhile, in Hillwood Estate, in Washington, Mr Mingle was in his parlour getting some foot massage while sipping on some red wine with cool music playing in the background. His phone rang and checking the caller ID he quickly answered. "Speak," he said. "Sir, the work is done. Jennifer is gone," said the caller.

Her voice echoed in my mind, so clear and earnest as she glanced through the document, her determination and nonchalance shining through every word. I chuckled softly to myself, recalling how she had questioned certain clauses, her unwavering spirit refusing spirit initially. She was the first lady to not fall head over heels for me. That's when it hit me. Madison's voice, her presence, her fiery spirit – they were all imprinted in my heart, leaving an indelible mark.