Mrs Thornhill Novels & Stories

“Did you know one of the corpse lilies once ate a squirrel? Professor Thorne said she had to bribe it with bloodroot extract for a week.” “I hope she failed,” I muttered. The air inside the greenhouse was thick and damp, clinging to my skin like whispered curses. The scent of moss, spice, and subtle decay enveloped us as we stepped in. Students lined up behind tables, each covered in vines, soil, and what looked like a sleeping mandrake the size of a terrier. At the head of the room stood Professor Thorne. She was tall and sharp as a blade, her robes woven with thread that shimmered like wet steel. A thorned vine coiled lazily around one arm, its black flowers pulsing gently.

"She’s the only one who gets away with running. Now let's finish the tour." The house had too many rooms to count. Libraries with books up to the ceiling. A gym with machines that looked expensive. A playroom full of toys for Clara. Everything was perfect, no dust, no mess. Mrs Hale said Mr Thorn designed the whole place himself after his wife died. That was five years ago, he didn't remarry and raised Clara alone. "Does he work from home?" I asked. "Mostly. He goes to the office in the city sometimes but here he has his study. Again, no entering the private wing."

“Hello, Mrs. Right.” “‘Oh, Max, I heard from Billie you were back in town, but I only just found out you and Liam are seeing each other. Of course, I haven’t seen you in years, but unless you’ve changed a great deal, you were like a second daughter to us when you lived next door.’” Maxima felt emotion swell in her chest. “Oh, Mrs. Right, I feel the same way. I mean, you were always so nice to me, exactly like a second mother.”

As she scanned through a report, a voice broke through her concentration. "Good morning, ma'am." Elara turned to see a young woman standing at her desk. She blinked, feeling a strange sense of familiarity. "You...?" Before she could say more, their manager approached, his tone brisk but polite. "Ms. Elara, this is Ava Thornfield. She’ll be your new intern. I trust you’ll show her the ropes." He paused as if to let the name sink in. "Oh, and I almost forgot to mention—Ms. Ava Thornfield is the second daughter of the Thornfield family."

While Stefan was busy at work, she was looking at her own wardrobe and wondered what kind of attire would be perfect for her to wear. It was then when she heard a knock on her door and she wondered who could that be since the staff usually just left her alone. She opened the door and saw one of the maid standing there with a concerned look on her face so she asked her what’s wrong. “There is someone on the door, he told me his name is Keith Ruthberg and he’s Mr. Romand’s cousin. He’s looking for you. The security is keeping him at the gate and he said it’s fine if you want to talk to him outside.”

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Who let her up here? “Excuse me, Mrs. Sinclair,” I say through gritted teeth. “I can’t let you through.” Just seeing her fills me with a strange kind of jealousy. Technically, she’s still Nicholas’s wife, and I hate that I can’t just stop her the way I want to. She chuckles and brushes past me as she storms into Nicholas’s office. I follow her in, uncertain how to handle her. “Darling!” she says. “Surprise!” Unfamiliar anger grips me as I stand by the door, watching as she rushes up to him. Darling? Darling? Fury brews within me as

“What is the matter? Any news from your side? And where's my daughter?” “That's why I came here, Colonel.” The major said. “Then spit it out!” The Colonel gritted out. “Actually, it's about Mrs Grace. She...she took her car and drove out of the estate.” The major said. “What? She went out and you allowed her, you idiots?!” The Colonel was livid. “She had one of your guns on her, Colonel and she threatened the security guard to let her leave the estate.” The major answered and the Colonel shook his head with annoyance.

Sweat dripped down my neck, I was expecting to be slapped or thrown out. “You are an ill-mannered girl and don’t deserve a good man like my son, you’re a disgrace and I wish I knew better than to let you come into my house on that fateful day, Now leave my house before I have you thrown out” Mrs Vivian had an irritated look plastered on her face. At this point I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me, This was worse than any embarrassment I’ve ever faced. I had to stop myself from tearing up but I was so close to doing that.

Nora asked as she gazed at her phone. "No it isn't, as long as it is enough to seduce Nathan tomorrow" Veronica smirked, right from the beginning, she loved Nathan and wanted him so badly and not only that her eyes was fixed to the position of Mrs. Hale, being Mrs. Hale held a lot of power, she could have anything she wished with a just a snap of the fingers. She smiled as she kept the clothe back inside the closet, however she frowned, she almost forgot that Nathan has a daughter, a devil for that matter, she hated Emily right from the start and she wished Emily too would have died on that day when her mother died.