Taylor Thorne Novels & Stories

She looks at my feet and then my hair. “She’s a size five. Just sandals.” She turns away from me when a knock on the door. She rushes to open the door. “Great.” She responds and then bows her head before whoever is standing behind the door. “Is she in?” The man’s voice comes, and I recognize his voice. Something flutters in my chest when he walks in. “Come in,” Ariel steps aside when Taylor walks in. he is in a suit and looks like some sort of businessman. “Ms. Thorne,” he dips his head to me, and I raise a brow. No one has ever treated me like that. Should he even bow to me?

Ready for the next step. But it’s done. Thorne is dead. And the war is finally over.

This night seemed particularly long, as the faint morning light shot out from the east, Thorne had been aimlessly circling around this city. He was angry about Thea's no-show. He had been looking forward to her calling him, but she stood him up. It is said that she had him on her mind, but he didn't believe it. Thorne was filled with grievances. He drove back home. As he approached his doorstep, the twilight was hazy, and in the dim morning light, he caught a glimpse through the car windshield of a small, red shadow squirming at his doorstep.

Just a folded letter in my hand. “You’re the son I never had. Do more than I did.” I wept that day. It was the last time I’d cried. Weeks after his funeral, I began sorting through old accounts. Loans he’d given. Investments. Some had been paid back in full. Others hadn’t. And then I saw the name. Thorne. I almost skipped past it—until I remembered. Jade Thorne. The girl from the papers. Pretty. Messy. Dead. Or so I thought.

The storm finally broke. Thorne’s confession came like a cracked bell, slow and resonant in the quiet kitchen. He sank to the flagstones and, with his head bowed, told the story of the last weeks: how he had wormed his way into Moonspire’s kitchens and store rooms, how he had watched Liora move among her people and wondered at the brightness they gave her, and how, beneath that brightness, Theodore had been patient and terrible.

Damn…Who knew Cade Thorne had dimples? Why am I just finding out? “I can't wait to take that dress off later tonight” he whispered closely. A cold shiver ran down my spine. The sexual tension was evident between us. “I want to pin you against the wall, and fuck you raw, skin to skin…very hard, while you scream my name or better still ‘daddy’ into the night” He whispered. “Uhmm…” “Isla Campbell, the brilliant mind saving our family's history” I was rudely interrupted by none other than Lucan Thorne; A Thorn in my flesh.

POV: Rival The digital glow of the "Crestwood Confessions" board was the only light in my darkened dorm room, and it was far more satisfying than any trophy in my cabinet. The feed was a relentless stream of grainy photos and panicked theories. It was beautiful. For months, Kai Thorne had walked these halls like a god, untouchable and arrogant. But now? Now the "King of Crestwood" was bleeding, and I was the one holding the blade.

It was a live news feed from Wall Street Journal. BREAKING: THORNES IN TURMOIL. LEAKED DOCUMENTS REVEAL BILLIONAIRE DAMIAN THORNE’S MARRIAGE TO AARA VANCE IS A FRAUD. EMERGENCY BOARD MEETING CALLED FOR MONDAY. The secret was out. And the war for the Thorne empire had just officially begun.

Trent went way back with the Thorntons, as he and Lizzie Thornton had dated until they’d broken up unexpectedly when they’d barely graduated high school. Trent was tall and muscular, with bright blue eyes that Harrison had heard his sister Lizzie admit were beyond beautiful. Lizzie had run off to be a musician and hadn’t been in Fair Haven for a while now, but Trent had stayed. And, Harrison had a feeling, had been waiting for his sister to return. “Oh, are your best customers not allowed in here anymore?” Caleb said as he gave Trent another shoulder slap like he’d given Harrison. “I guess you guys do keep me in business. Who else will drink my shittiest, overpriced beer?”