Mina Thorne Novels & Stories

I stepped inside—and stopped. He was standing at the far end of the main room with a tablet in one hand and a frown already in place, like he had arranged himself specifically to be the first thing I encountered and had chosen disapproval as his opening statement. Matthias Thorne. Forty years old, dressed in a plain dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, looking like the kind of man who had never wasted a single day of his life and was quietly contemptuous of anyone who had. The years had been outrageously, unfairly good to him.

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

It wasn't the Editor. It was a woman who looked exactly like a younger version of Meilin, but her eyes were the cold, calculating hazel of a Thorne. "My name is Christie Thorne," she said, her voice echoing through the new reality. "And I’ve come to collect the Royalty Fees for the 'Prince's' new world." The "Billionaire Romance" had truly ended. The "Dynasty War" had begun.

“So, if Mr. Thorn had not forced you to leave Mr. Smithe you would still be together now?” “No!” Anger was building inside me. I tried to look back at Nick in the hope just looking at him would calm me but the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. My adrenaline started pumping as I clenched my fists into my lap. “Are you sure because we have testimony from Mr. Smithe’s sister, who I believe was your housemate at the time, that you were happy with Dan until Mr. Thorn forced your hand.” “No, it’s not true!” I looked at Dan and saw a sadistic smile creep onto his face.

still reigned, and the old financial standard was the only god left. Avery Vane-Thorne smoothed the fabric of her skirt—a cheap, off-the-rack piece that felt like a betrayal against the $10,000 suits stalking the halls. Her heart was drumming a rhythm that felt like a "Causal-Echo." She was no longer the "Sovereign-Defender" in basalt-armor; she was a woman drowning in a literal debt of a life she had "Reset." She looked up at the towering spire and felt the "Substitute-Bride" inside her tremble. "I’m here to see Dominic Thorne," she told the security console. She didn't have an appointment. She only had the "Somatic-Memory" of a man who had died for her a thousand years in the future.

It was everything Thorne had spent most of his existence avoiding. Isolde leaned against the porch railing of the guest cabin Cheyenne had assigned to them. It wasn’t far from the former Alpha and Beta residences, but it still gave them some privacy. Her hair was loosely braided, the wind tugging strands free as she watched Thorne pace the treeline like a caged predator. “You’re going to wear a trench into the grass,” she called, her tone dry. Thorne didn’t stop. “I’m not used to this much… bark.”

“Emily, no offence, you know nothing. Yeah and that is not all that he is. He is also one of our ruthless killers, who doesn’t think twice before putting his life in danger. You can romanticize him all you want, but the devil wrapped in silk is still the devil.” “Yeah but maybe-“ “No, you can’t be the girl who makes him realize life is worth living and stuff and that killing is bad.” “Why do people always know what I am going to say? Am I really that predictable?” I ask him, almost upset that Jake, who barely knows me is guessing my exact next words. “Yes and trust me you can’t be that person but if you really need to talk to someone you can talk to Mary.” “Mary as in Nathan’s grandmother?”

I quickly walked to her. "That's Celine, Leon's ex." I turned to Adam and I glared at him coldly. I saw Celine completely looked like what Adam described her as. She's like an angel, too innocent. It looks like she's begging for Marie's forgiveness. Marie saw me and her eyes widen. She got up from the sofa and walked to me. "Is everything okay?" I asked Marie. "Yeah, let's get some food." Marie said as she grabbed my hand. "That's Celine right?" I asked and Marie turned to me giving me a light nod.

I hated talking in front of people, and hated talking about myself and life even more. “My name is Sage Thorne, I will be eighteen in about three weeks, and I come from a decent sized pack in South Dakota. I’m basically an orphan. My parents died at the hands of our corrupt Alpha when I was twelve, and I have been living with my aunt ever since. That was until I disobeyed her and went to see my dying grandma on my dad’s side. That’s when she sent me to Hardwick, and I was there for four years before being forced to come here. I have no friends, and I like it that way. I won’t be a jerk to you, as long as you aren’t a jerk to me. I love to read, and be by myself. That’s it,” I said, and sat b

She was already thinking of going back, because this was not what she expected. “Mr. Thorne, what is this?” she asked, her tone sharp, eyes cold. “Is this a business meeting or something else entirely?” Mr Thorne chuckled softly, unbothered. “Excuse my shamelessness,” he said, brushing his fingers lightly across the rim of his glass, “but I could not resist. The temptation of being in a date with the infamous Vanessa smith was too much?”