Rebecca Thorne Books Novels & Stories

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.

Marcus stepped forward and took it, unrolling it carefully on the table. My breath shortened, It was a detailed layout of Council headquarters, not old and outdated like ours..this was current, with notes in the margins about guard rotations, security measures, entry points. "Where did you get this?" Marcus demanded. "I am an Alpha and I have my ways," Thorne said, though part of Vivian's preparation requires her to get familiar with the headquarters." "And she just left this lying around for you to take?" Kade's voice was skeptical. "She's not exactly speaking to me right now," Thorne's expression darkened. "When she found out I'd visited Sera, she went back to her father's estate, took mos

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. If I Can’t Have You (The Thorntons Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

The words tangled inside me, hot and confusing. Caleb shook his head stubbornly. “Cheryse can’t swim.” Thorne’s lips curved, dark amusement twisting his face. “And I don’t give a shit.” The women who’d been draped all over him before now squealed and scrambled away, heels clacking against the marble as they fled. Cowards. They wanted Thorne when he was dangerous in bed, not when his danger bled into reality. Cheryse’s chin jutted out, false bravado coating her tongue. “You don’t scare me, Thorne. You’re just a thug with a—”

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her

Thea shook her head and said, "She, on the other hand, opened up to me and confided about her past, but her social circle was simple. It mainly consisted of her parents from her native family and Sir Miller and Lady Miller. She didn't mention anyone else." "Because it was the first time I opened up to her, I couldn't appear too eager for quick success and instant benefits, for fear of arousing her suspicion." Thorne said, "You did well. Take it slowly." Thea asked, "So, what clues did you find in these books?" Thorne said, "There was." He took out an old computer book, flipped to a certain page, and pointed at the annotations, saying, "What do you see here?"

The headlines were already swirling: The Rebirth of Thorne: A Legacy of Love and Power. Inside, the gardens had been transformed into a cathedral of glass, white peonies, and gold leaf. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a declaration. It was Gabriel Thorne showing the world that his house was no longer made of secrets and shadows, but of light and unyielding strength.

Rafael asked. Juliette hesitated. “A Thorne property. One of the old ones — long decommissioned. Hidden under a trust they kept off the books”. Damon’s lips thinned. “They’re using my land to build their rebellion”. He looked at her. “Then we go. And we end this. On my soil”. --- The Reckoning Begins The old Thorne estate, nestled deep in the Catskills, had once been a retreat reserved for quiet reflection and private negotiations. Now, under moonlight, it looked more like a fortress of shadows.

Soon dinner was over and Lord Theron asked Rebekah to come with him although it was getting late Rebekah herself was curious to know everything at least before she returned and she was sure that, they might be looking for her but she also knew her kids would be taken care off. Lord Theron took her to his room and invited her in. She hesitated a bit before going in and he watched his every mood as he went to a bag and brought out a book, handing it over to her, "This is one of your mother's journals", Lord Theron informed Rebekah, "It explains everything that had happened to you as a baby and I have one of her Journal but that one is for me, it's about our love and things like that. I just fe