Taylor Thorne Novels & Stories

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“Back off, Thorne.” “I wasn’t talking to you.” He shifted fully now, not all the way, but enough. Claws. Height. Wolf features were clear. Not like himself. More... feral. Broken. Riven stepped to Kael’s side. “I don’t think he knows what he’s doing.” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” Thorne snapped. He turned to me again. “You’re the Gateborn.” His words were sharp. Like an accusation. “I’m Rory,” I said. “You saved me. You kissed me. You loved me.”

The file titled: "The Valerius Project." Dark Thorne thought the war was over because he had a ring on her finger. He didn't realize that Izaib Moreno was no longer a law student. She was a Thorne. And Thornes didn't just win wars.

Now, last night is something I will never be able to share with her. I spent my entire night stalking him. Alexander Joel Thorne. The CEO of Thorne Electronics. 32 years of age and 6’3 tall. Millions of followers on I*, but all he posts are pictures of the night sky, beautiful buildings, art, expensive places, and his view from his penthouse—I know this because I’ve been inside his home twice now. Not even one photo of himself. He only follows Thorne Electronics on all his social media accounts. Not his friends. Not even Dimitri, which I think is weird because they’re good friends and Dimitri follows him.

The hallowed halls of St. Jude's University were lined with ancient oak and the stifling scent of dust and tradition, but in Lecture Hall 4, the atmosphere was different. It was electric, charged with a tension that made the skin of twenty-one-year-old Elara Vance prickle every time Professor Gabriel Thorne spoke. Thorne was a legend in the architecture department-not just for his brilliance, but for a cold, aristocratic detachment that seemed to challenge every student who dared to look him in the eye.

“Now, you’ve been holding out. What’s his name? Is he a musician? A grad student? Tell me he’s not some forty-year-old dude who lives in his mom’s basement.” I laughed, a real, shaky, relieved sound that felt foreign and wonderful. “No, not a basement. Definitely not a basement.” I had the opportunity now. I could tell him the rest. He’s my professor, Igor Thorne. He’s twice my age, engaged to Eleanor Vance, and owns half the city.

Thorne* I read it twice. M. Thorne. Marcus Thorne. The name was in the character list I'd been building in my head, the one populated with people who would eventually matter. Professor at Lunar Ridge. Connected to Aria's birth family. Had been searching for her. He was here. Already. In my first life I never knew he existed. He'd been a face in the faculty directory that I'd never had reason to look at. But here he was at week one, reaching out.

Nora said. "You've read that same page three times. I counted." The girl took another bite and held out her hand. "Demi Okafor. Pre-law. I'm here on the Harwick Academic Scholarship and I've already decided I'm not going to be afraid of anything on that island. which is either very brave or very stupid Nora looked at the hand, then shook it. "Nora Ashby. Ancient Linguistics." "What's your scholarship?" "Academic. Harwick endowment."

“Thorne Industries just bought out that indie gaming studio, ‘Nexus Dreams’. Big move into entertainment.” “Yeah, Kael Thorne is spearheading that,” Sarah added, stirring her salad. “He’s the athletic one. The artist, Elias, is usually holed up in his studio, only comes in for big art-related projects. And Damon, the CEO, he’s like a ghost. You rarely see him, but you feel his presence everywhere.”