Rebecca Thorne Books Novels & Stories

It smelled like vanilla I put it back quickly. No. I wasn't going to get comfortable here. This wasn't my home no matter how nice it looked. I walked back into the bedroom and that's when I saw the bookshelf. A whole wall of books. How did I miss that ? Oh right I was too busy having a mental breakdown. I walked over and looked at the titles. Jane Eyre. Wuthering Heights. Beauty and the Beast. Phantom of the Opera. Rebecca. These all looked familiar. I pulled out Jane Eyre and a piece of paper fell out. Fancy handwriting on expensive paper.

She talked to the soil. "You know it cannot talk back," Doris said. "It listens," Catherine said. "Does it?" "It will." Doris shook her head. She went back to her book. Rebecca called from Portland. She was packing. "We are moving next month," she said. "To Vermont?" "To Vermont. Tom found a job. I found a bookstore." "You are going to work at a bookstore?" "I am going to own a bookstore." I stared at the phone. "You are buying a bookstore?"

Rebecca deliberately left Catherine’s hair on her comb and the floor of the hotel. The hotel staff had taken Catherine’s hair when Rebecca was not around. Soon, Rebecca would become the daughter of the owner of Soromon Island as well as the sister of the future owner of Neah Bay. By then, destroying Shaun and Catherine would just be as easy as squashing an ant. She just hoped that Sheryl’s memory would never be restored. Matthew took her to the chateau. After a short while, a married couple walked down the stairs. Rebecca had seen Sheryl in the Jones family’s photo. Only when she met Sheryl in person did she realize she looked much better in real life. Sheryl looked mature and charming. Just

“Why is it different this time?” It feels like fate is shifting. Perhaps each decision I make changes the path I thought I knew. Martha squeezes my shoulder. "Come on, we have to keep going." I look up at her. She appears so young—her face smudged with soot and worry, yet her eyes burn with the same fiery spirit that has kept me alive through countless lives. She deserves peace. Jane deserves peace. But peace doesn’t exist while Lunice remains on that throne. We climb back on the horse and ride deeper into the woods. The castle recedes behind us, its towers swallowed by smoke and shadows. I can feel the walls in my mind crumbling, erasing all memories of home.

Freya’s P.O.V I should have known that Thorne didn’t only want me at his house here because he wanted to spend time with me and the children, I should have known that it meant more than this. Thorne was a bibliophile and I would never be able to process how someone could be crazy about books. And he would never stop until we all fell in love with reading books. The quadruplets hadn’t caught a break since we arrived here. He was always excited to read children's books to them, and they seemed to be loving it.

Thorne answered flatly, his jaw locking as he stared into the distance. My expression darkened, a dull weight settling into my chest. “I can feel it. It’s like watching her fade behind a thick shroud, and I am entirely powerless to pull her back.” Thorne hesitated for a long, quiet minute, his gloves creaking as his fingers tightened around the hawk's perch. He looked down, a conflict rippling through his scent before he finally spoke. “She brought something back from the South,” Thorne revealed quietly. I didn't roar with anger, I stood quiet for a moment looking at him, my body turning rigid as concern swamped my senses. “What did she bring back, Thorne? What happened at that funeral?”

The revelations hit like a wave. Vivian Thorne’s monstrous betrayal and Evelyn Cross’s complicity in Leona’s death turned the Thorne legacy into front-page scandal. Headlines screamed across San Francisco, and the nation watched as the gilded facade of the powerful Thorne dynasty shattered beneath the weight of greed, deception, and blood.

Thorne flipped through the last few pages, his eyes narrowing at the words scribbled in a hurried hand: She’s not what she claims to be. She’s feeding on something—us, I think. The Alpha listens only to her now. If I don’t make it to the Council, tell them— The ink trailed off. The page was smeared. Thorne closed the book and tucked it inside his cloak. He stepped back toward the door—but froze. A whisper. It wasn’t a voice exactly—more like a breath across his neck. He turned sharply. Nothing. Just the shadows stretching long across the floor, still and silent.

The air inside the Airbnb was tense like it could explode any second. There was a kind of desperation hanging over everyone. Marcus Thorne had officially made Leah a target. This wasn’t just about stopping a worldwide disaster anymore. It was now personal. Thorne wanted revenge on Leah for digging too deep into his evil plans. And for Leah and the rest of the team, it had become about surviving and making sure Marcus Thorne paid for every life he ruined and every secret he tried to bury.

"You, too Amanda. You're beautiful and please don't stress yourself out when working here. I know you have a lot of students to deal with." She nodded with a smile. I carried the books and scanned the pages that I needed to review. Although I have a lot of books at home, I also wanted to make sure I could remember everything. Gavin also texted me that he will be following me in the library because he bought something. I am wondering what was that this time. I was busy scanning the pages of some books when I overheard some of my schoolmates talking to each other in a softer way. "I never thought Rebecca could be that desperate. Imagine? How the nerve that she ever got Gavin when she is still