Mina Thorne Novels & Stories

she told her aunt, and I got up immediately, ready to leave. "Please stay, Scarlett. Stasia is leaving," Martha said, and Stasia grudgingly left. Martha returned to sit with me, but I was no longer comfortable. "Please relax. She is my late brother's daughter. Very misguided and rude. You have nothing to worry about. Also, I will plead with you not to report her to Alpha Maxwell. He can be a bit extreme. She is only bitter because she and Alpha Lucian had a fight. She said it was because of you." Martha explained, and I decided to leave because it was true. I did not need to do much when Martha realised the truth.

Maybe that's what I deserve. ******** Rachel I entered the inside not thinking much about this mere conversation with Daniel, yeah it's true that he once was my best friend, someone who was older than me yet someone with whom felt deeply connected, he was someone who always protected me when someone at school bullied me, because of silence and introverted nature, even without knowing the fact that we are someone connected we were connected, he was my protector, someone with I shared all my secret, because I know he will hurt me even unintentionally. But things change drastically when my mom died when I was fifteen. I don't know from where my father, whom I never knew came in taking in his ho

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

Tragedy had always been her specialty so that is what her thesis is about – after all her life is all about tragedy ever since her brother had gone missing. “Lyra! More expression.” Anita shouted and that had distracted Catherine from typing and suddenly she got a writer’s block which she hated the most. She stood up from the corner which caught the attention of her mother. Catherine walked towards the stereo and changed the music into hip hop. “What on earth are you doing?” Anita annoyingly said and for sure she could be grounded for doing this but she always have her wits to escape her punishment. The ballet dancers were confused, too.

Tonight she will end everything with her own hands. She stood silently in front of Mathias' room. She could feel her heart beating erratically but at the same time, a different surge of excitement run through her system. As her hand grips around the hilt of the dagger that she is hiding behind her. Her eyes lit up as she reach for the handle of the door of Mathias' room. A lopsided smile formed on her lips as she push open the door to his room. Creaking ominously as she makes her way to the darkroom. Only the dim light from the sconces lit the room, the occasional luminescence from the lightning casts an ominous shadow in Mathias' chamber. Morrigan could hear his labored breathing from a dis

“Emma Thorne.” She nodded. “I would really like to meet her.” She took a deep breath to calm her jittery nerves. Thorne…where had she heard that name? Why was it on the tip of her memory? Something deep down inside told her she should know this. As she opened her mouth to continue, a memory rushed through, making her hitch another breath. She’d seen her husband and Mr. Lawrence at Thorne Shipping the other day. She’d talked to a man who described the owner and realized the owner resembled Hawk. The owner’s name was Thorne. Marcus’ grandmother’s last name was Thorne. Her heart quickened with the news. She must investigate this further. She cleared her throat and continued with the conversatio

Her mother’s brows furrowed. “Who?” Chloe took a breath,steadying herself. “That’s Mr. Thorne.” There was absolute silence. Her mother blinked repeatedly,like her brain needed time to process what she had just heard. “…what?” Elgin’s expression hardened instantly. Recognition clicked fully now. “Elias Thorne,” he repeated under his breath. “Yeah… Elias Thorne.” Chloe said Her mom’s eyes widened. “Thorne? As in the billionaire Thorne? The one who owns half the city?”

the night everything broke. "I think you're mistaken," I whispered. My hands were shaking. I clasped them behind my back. "I never forget a face, sweetheart. Especially a pretty one that caused so much trouble." Thorne stood up. He was tall, looming over me. "You're the little charity case Reed Mitchell was toying with. The one who got passed around." "Stop," I choked out. He stepped closer, ignoring the boundary of personal space. His hand shot out, gripping my chin, forcing me to look at him. His fingers were hot and damp.

Amara Blake POV The walls of my house were thin. So thin I could hear the clock tick in the kitchen from my bed. So thin the neighbors probably heard the way my mother smiled with her voice and slashed with her words. So thin I could almost pretend I wasn’t trapped inside. Almost. I sat curled up on the farthest corner of my mattress, arms wrapped around my knees, textbook open but untouched in front of me. Calculus formulas blurred on the page, swimming in and out of focus as the fight downstairs rose in pitch — another argument about the car payment, about the dirty dishes, about the way I “forgot” to call my father “sir” yesterday.

Thorne asked, turning slowly to face Darius. Luna Zyrah, Alpha Rowan’s mate, had been held in the basement wing of the mansion ever since she was caught on the outskirts of her pack. She had vowed revenge on Thorne for killing her mate. Not wanting to kill her, Thorne kept her restricted in the basement wing, not imprisoned in harsh conditions, but under close watch. She even had her own personal maid who served her meals and kept her company.