Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

Dante wasn't just betrayed by his family; he was being harvested by his own shadow. The door to the server room slammed open. Lily spun around, her hand instinctively reaching for a heavy metal wrench on the workbench, but she stopped. Standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the dim hallway lights, was Elias Thorne. He looked exactly as he always did: tailored, composed, and unnervingly calm. He held a suppressed pistol, but he wasn't pointing it at her yet. He was watching her with the look of a scientist observing a specimen that had finally reached its conclusion.

The silence in the ninety-ninth-floor suite was no longer empty; it was pressurized. It was the kind of silence that existed in the second before a lightning strike, heavy with the scent of ozone and impending electricity. Silas Thorne remained leaned forward, his hands folded over the petrified wood of his desk, watching Lyra with the intensity of a man observing a chemical reaction he couldn't quite predict.

Riven lay on my other side, watching with those dark, unreadable eyes as Kael went back to licking me. “You’re still burning,” Thorne murmured against my ear, voice rough from sleep. His fingers found my nipple and rolled it slowly. “Good. We’re not nearly done with you yet.” Kael sucked my clit between his lips and I arched with a gasp. Thorne held me steady while Riven leaned in and kissed me — deep, slow, and surprisingly gentle for how intense he had been earlier. His hand joined Kael’s between my legs, two thick fingers pushing inside me while Kael’s tongue worked my clit.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. Just held me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he placed the file in my hands. The name at the top sent a cold rush down my spine. THORNVEIL. My breath caught. He flipped the page, revealing scanned documents—birth records, royal announcements, photos, reports. Luna whispered in my mind, “This is about you.” My eyes moved slowly over the lines, absorbing the impossible truth. Queen Liora went into labor in a neighboring town…

“Vivian, you're mistaken. She blinked. “What do you mean? He looked her in the eyes. “I love Riley. The silence was like thunder. Vivian stormed out in rage. That evening, I got home and met a silence I hadn’t seen before. Everyone was waiting in the parlor,Ruthie was the first to speak, so the boss was in love with a cleaner? My stepmother crossed her arms. “How long have you been throwing yourself at that man ? she asked Riley , looking me in the eye. Voice shaking Vivian said You betrayed me, Riley, I did not cry, I did not run, I replied to her saying I didn't betray anyone, I just finally found someone who saw me. Then I turned, walked to my room, and locked the door behind me. Inside,

He swallowed and kept driving. --- The drive felt longer than the race itself. Either Knox was now too in love with the car to let it run freely again, or the tension in the backseat had stretched time painfully thin. Riley leaned against the window, eyes closed, breathing slow but steady. I kept my hand on her shoulder, as if removing it would make her disappear. Finally, the gates of home appeared—tall, cold, and familiar. As the doors chimed open and we stepped out, a violent eruption of horns shattered the peace.

Chapter 7: Rose: Sean helped move all my belongings into another room and brought food up to dine with me. I think he was trying to guard me without letting me know he was… it didn’t matter to me how independent i was any longer. I was grateful for his company and realized I still needed a strong man to help me. As I sipped my tea trying to calm my nerves before bed, I couldn’t help observing Sean from under my lashes. Tonight I suffered quite a fright, but it also woke something inside of me that I didn’t know was there…. lust. Not for the drunkard that tried to take what wasn’t his, but the act itself that something so hard looking could feel soft when pressed between my folds. Luckily he

A promise blooming in the space between their breath. As the moment passed, Emilia turned toward the window. The sky was violet now — the sunset’s last breath. She noticed a rose sitting in a small vase on the study desk, likely left by a student or librarian earlier. Drawn to it, she reached out and gently cradled the bloom. “Still drawn to the thorns,” she whispered with a soft smile. But as she ran her thumb along the stem, a thorn caught her. “Ow,” she winced quietly.

he remarked, his voice calm but devoid of the customary warmth. I nodded, staring at him with narrow eyes. "good." There is no more money for mistakes. Riley moved his weight, avoiding looking at me. "I doubt this is solely about the rogues, Jackson. There is something more occurring here. My limbs stiffened. Riley had long enough for me to know when he was hiding something. "What do you mean?" He hesitated, his eyes straying to the floor before turning to face me at last. I listened and heard something. One of the rogues we caught brought up a name. Blackthorn is.

she said, then added, quieter, “I just don’t like not knowing what’s next.” “None of us do,” I said. “We just pretend differently.” She glanced at me over the top of her sunglasses. “You ever wish you could go back to before all this?” Before the threats. Before Torin left. Before awareness replaced comfort. Yes, I thought, but my mouth said, “No.” She studied my face for a moment, then nodded like she understood something I hadn’t said out loud. Across the yard, Reif emerged from one of the outer buildings, shirt dark with sweat, jaw set. He moved like he was holding himself together by force. He didn’t look at either of us as he passed.