Mr Thorne Novels & Stories

"You always were too loud with the levers, Elara." The voice did not come from behind her head this time. It came from the center of the basin. Master Thorne was sitting on a three-legged stool carved from the same gray granite as the gate-house foundation. He looked exactly as he had when he left the frontier academy six years ago. His oil-stained leather apron pinned with three silver slide-rules, his white hair cropped close to his scarred scalp, his eyes shielded by a pair of heavy multi-layered jewelers loupes that flickered with internal brass gears as he looked down at her.

"Well Anna ended up with child, I hazed her to find out if the child was mine and to my surprise, she was truthful. Let's be honest. Why would your eyes wander to another, when I'm your husband. She had my son but died in childbirth. Despite your objections to having my child. I am a good father. I raised Michael on my own, well he had a governess. Did I mention my wife was a countess?" A snarl escapes my lip "I became Count Thorne. Isn't that hilarious. I stayed with Michael throughout his life. He lived to have a family of his own and the same thing happened to his wife. She died in childbirth. I didn't get to see the next generation, thanks to you" I am stunned in place by his revelation.

It never does. I'm not even going to pretend I'm judging her. I'm just reading like, okay... let's see how deep this goes, because something tells me this is only Chapter One for real. Anyway... turning the page to see the next story... _____ Episode 15 – The Forbidden Teacher The late afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across empty desks. Mr. Thorne leaned against his oak desk, grading papers with a weary hand. At twenty-eight, he was young for a high school literature teacher, but his presence commanded the room. Dark hair fell across his forehead, and the sleeves of his crisp white shirt were rolled up to reveal forearms corded with lean muscle.

But the burden of coming up with such a significant amount of money was a daunting task, and the financial uncertainty was deeply troubling. I couldn’t help but voice my concerns aloud again. “How can we possibly come up with 13,0000 dollars within this short timeframe?” My voice trembled with the weight of anxiety. Mrs. Rosaline, remaining composed and steadfast, replied with a comforting tone. “Madison, we will address this challenge step by step. There are various options to consider.” We delved deeper into potential solutions to our predicament. Mrs. Rosaline suggested a practical approach that caught me off guard. “Perhaps we should consider the possibility of selling your late father’s

Rani said laughing. “Oh, then you all must have witnessed some smoke coming from his ears too right.” I said high fiving her. We didn’t see someone standing in front of my desk until that someone cleared his throat. We both suddenly turned around and saw that Mr.Stone is standing there fuming at me. We both immediately stood up gulping and looking at each other and then at Mr.Stone. Then we heard Maam coming out of her cabin and stood beside Mr.Stone smiling at us. And the remaining staff just did what they always do like sitting silent and there is that stupid pin drop silence.

"Can you stand up?" The man was in too much pain to talk. He simply nodded. Dante hanged the man's arm around his shoulder and stood up with him. Thankfully, Dante's house was near to where they were so they got home in a short time. He placed the man gently on the couch and rushed to get the things he needed for first-aid. He switched on the light. That was when he got a good look on the man's face. He was shocked. The man lying in pain on his couch right now is Sebastian Javernick, the famous millionaire, rumoured to be a Mafia boss.

In less than two minutes, Thorne returned to the cell, which had now turned so quiet that even if a pin was dropped, it’d be heard. He was holding a black box. All the criminals were so petrified that they held their breath as if, that way, Maverick wouldn’t discover their presence. Thorne strode towards Mr. Hunt's cell, unlocked it, and then strode into it while holding the toolbox. Upon seeing the door open, Mr. Hunt tried to take advantage of the opened door to run away. He dashed for the door immediately.

Andrew's face tightened, his jaw clenched in response. "Mira is suitable," Mrs. Thompson continued, her voice cold and detached. "Mira won't lose a baby she's never had and never will." Her gaze flickered to Astrid, and the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken words. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with emotion. The weight of Mrs. Thompson's words hung in the air, refusing to dissipate. ************************ Brian Reeds sipped his liquor, his eyes scanning the room as he waited for someone. The door swung open, and a mysterious figure walked towards him. As the figure approached, Brian's gaze locked onto him, and he recognized George.

“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