Rebecca Thorne Books Novels & Stories

This trip back home was short. Rebecca was scheduled to leave at the beginning of August. It felt like the excitement of returning had barely started, yet she was already thinking about when she would leave again. She arranged to meet up with Jenny and visit the Hortons. To her surprise, when she stood in front of the Hortons' house this time, the atmosphere was completely different from her previous visit. It wasn't that the couple had fully moved on, but the house finally had life in it again. The yard was full of green. The flowers and vegetables were blooming with vitality.

Her eyes finally remembered how to blink. Suddenly something struck inside her mind. Narrowing her eyes she gave it a tough thought and tried to recall something. this can't be happening, hell I was on pills' ' she mumbles under breaths. Some un joint puzzles of her life were bothering her now. She needs to get the answer as soon as possible otherwise her head will spin due to overthinking.

Ava said as I nodded. "I just need to charm this woman and act smitten by her and in no time she'll fall for me. Then I can propose. Order me a ring, your choice one she wouldn't be able to say no to." I said as Ava picked up her tablet by her side and starts shopping online. "Tell me about this woman?" The little I know about her would work in my favour. “Rebecca Marlowe. Daughter of Elijah and Annabelle Marlowe. She’s a practicing lawyer working at her father’s firm. Twenty-seven. Never been in a relationship. Extremely shy, doesn’t drink, and conservative in her ways.” Ava rattled off.

Her bright eyes dance around until she huffs out a breath of relief. “Okay…” she whispers, and the angst in her voice is palpable. “Where do we start?” The afternoon slips away from us. Every minute that passes the sun provides less and less light. Without a lamp, we won’t be able to do much more. The books we managed to find are scattered around us in piles. Rebecca reaches into my backpack and pulls out a wrapped corn muffin. “How are you not starving?” she mutters, relaxing against the filing cabinet behind her.

Flipping through the pages of the book I was reading while running my fingers through Lucy's fur, I heard a sudden ding on my phone. Opening it, I was unprepared as hell for the words glaring at me on the screen. It was just five words, five words which caused my breath to cease, five words which ignited a burning hunger within me. 'We need to talk. Thorne'- Unknown.

Rebecca “Mrs. Ezra, do you not trust your own son?” I asked, holding her gaze. No blinking. No fear. If Luke’s torture gave me one good thing, it was this, a heart that does not break easy. She was just a woman standing between me and my freedom. “Miss Rebecca, I only asked a simple question.” “Shrimp and grits.” I saw those words on a paper back at Collins’ place. Figured those must be his favorite meals.

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

I said, trying to focus on the marriage records to keep my mind off the cold feeling in my chest. ​"Perhaps, but darkness can only hide the light for so long before the pressure becomes too much, and I think that mark on your shoulder is the first crack in the seal," Thorne replied. Then he went back to his work, leaving me to wonder if I was a vessel for something far more dangerous than just a missing wolf. ​Adrian POV

“I want to go home,” Rebecca whispered to April-the secretary sitting beside her. Rebecca Clovin, the beautiful manager, felt something strange happening to her body. Her heart was pounding, her whole body felt hot as if sparks were igniting inside her. Yet, at the team dinner held in a five-star hotel, she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol. From the start, she only intended to treat her team to dinner to celebrate the success of the new product they had developed. She had only eaten steak, salad, and a glass of orange juice...

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa