Mrs Thornhill Novels & Stories

Mary might call me a prude but a club or bar or whatever just wasn't my type of thing. "Not exactly the type of place I thought I would find you in" Someone said from my right. "I'm here with a....." And not exactly the type of person I expected to find here. She gave me a small smile and dropped down on the seat Mary just got up from but not after giving the seat a disgusting look. She wasn't looking bad at all, beautiful and tall and radiant as ever with a smile that could stop a crowd. Elizabeth Thorn, owner of the biggest chain of hospital in the states. Elizabeth Thorn, one of the richest women I have ever met. Elizabeth Thorn, who treated me like a daughter until I became disposable.

Her silver-streaked dark hair was pulled into an elegant twist, and her eyes—the same ice blue as Sylvan's—regarded me with thinly veiled disapproval. "Sit," she commanded, gesturing to the chair across from her. I obeyed, maintaining the respectful demeanor expected when addressing the Luna. "You wanted to see me, Mrs. Thorne?" "I understand you've dismissed Martha Collins from your household," she began, her tone suggesting I'd committed a grave offense. "Without consulting anyone." I kept my expression neutral. "Yes. I felt it was necessary." "Necessary?" She raised an eyebrow. "Martha has served our family loyally for twenty years. She was assigned to your household as a courtesy, to hel

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

“Senna, you’ve changed so much. You used to be kind and well-mannered, but now you’re rude and shameless. Just leave. Being a mistress will never end well for you…” “Shut up,” Senna snapped, her icy gaze like a knife. “You, of all people, have no right to lecture me. Your own hands aren’t clean. Do I need to remind you how you stole someone’s husband, forced his wife away, and took her place? You’re the real homewrecker here.” “You—!” Mrs. Thorne’s face turned red with fury. “You dare call me a homewrecker?! I’ll kill you!” She shoved Mr. Thorne aside and lunged at Senna.

Catherine was running late for her class when she passes by the dance hall and hearing the unnamed professor say something about the auditions. There, Catherine already knew that it was Lyra who’d been receiving this unnecessary lecture, so she gathered all her guts, took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering the dance hall. Everyone in the class looked at her with their eyes widened, including Brittany, who was looking at Catherine with flirting eyes, Lyra, whose eyebrows were furrowed and nearly in tears, and the instructor with a confused expression plastered on his face.

“Wren, you’re my wife. I’m going to take care of you.” Trying again, I managed to get propped up on my elbows. “But . . . you’re so busy.” “Stop arguing with me, Mrs. Lockwood, or I’ll bring out my other personality, Dr. Brighton, and he’ll put you in your place.” My eyes widened, and I lay back down to comply. I closed my eyes and stopped trying to get him to go back to work. I didn’t want Dr. Brighton from Thorntown to come out. I was slowly becoming well versed in all his movies and characters.

Callie just gave her a wide doggy smile. After cleaning up, they pulled out Rose’s futon and curled up together. Although the sex was amazing, Seth had to admit he liked this part almost as much. Which meant he was turning into a total sap. He could just imagine what Max would’ve said: Watch out. You’re not getting out of that trap anytime soon, man. Seth moved his hand under his pillow, only to find a book there. He pulled it out. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. “Oh, I’d forgotten I’d put that there.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. “This is one of my favorites.” Her eyes widened. “The hero’s name is Mr. Thornton, actually. John Thornton.”

One she thought she could bear alone. Her first trip to town for supplies confirmed the local folklore. Mrs. Patricia at the general store had a kind face but worried eyes as she rang up Clara’s batteries and candles. “The Thorne house, dear? Oh, my.” She leaned in, the scent of lavender and mothballs wafting over the counter. “My mother always said Elias Thorne’s sorrow was so deep it seeped into the timbers. He wasn’t a violent man, by all accounts. Just… profoundly lonely. He loved his Eleanor too much. When consumption took her, a part of him stayed behind, searching. Some say he’s still looking for a warmth to match hers.” She patted Clara’s hand. “You seem like a warm person. Just… be

“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.

"Perhaps, but that's not all there is to you, Olivia. I'm married. To a woman who still doubts my sexuality after my first marriage to a man. When this gets out, it will make life difficult for me. Watching you reach out to Stella made us both brave enough to speak. Didn't it, Miss Jennings?" Mrs. Thorne said, her eyes leaving mine for Stella's. "Yes, Mrs. Thorne. Thank you, Miss Hunter. Thank you both," the secretary all but tripped over her words.