Taylor Thorne Novels & Stories

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Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

I scrolled to the name: Markus Thorne. Thorne was a reporter for a major sports investigative desk, known for his hostility toward established club owners and his particular venom for Titan Energy’s monopolistic practices. He wanted Damian's blood; I just intended to deliver it in small, precise doses. I pressed the call button, ensuring my voice was low, flat, and entirely professional. “Thorne,” I greeted when he picked up on the second ring.

“Yeah, I guess,” “We talking about Mateball?” Kairos and Maximus snapped their heads up to look at the door to Kairos’s room. Lounging against the door frame was Thorne. His bleach blonde hair had been freshly washed and toned. It stood out against his deep olive skin. He wore thick black rimmed glasses over his honey-gold eyes. “Yeah,” Kairos said. “You going? You taking History of Wolves or The Last Great Queen this year?” “Har, har,” Thorne rolled his eyes. “I’m taking no one. Unlike you two, I’m trying to not piss off the Queen.”

the driver said, his voice a low drone that cut through her thoughts. Lyra looked up. Thorne Tower sat in the center of the city like an obsidian needle piercing the low-hanging clouds. It was a masterpiece of architectural arrogance—all sharp angles, reflective surfaces, and a silhouette that seemed to repel the very light it stood in. It was the physical manifestation of the man who owned it.

Or perhaps because she already knew something was wrong—and had been, from the start. The night air slapped her face as they stepped out. The parking lot was nearly empty. Roman stopped beside a low concrete wall, his shoulders tense beneath his coat. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then, finally, he turned to her. “I’m a Thorne,” he said. Her brows furrowed. She didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean you’re a Thorne?” “I mean I come from the Thorne family. The one you know too well. And Grayson… Grayson Thorne… is my brother.”

Ronald was livid, his face turning a shade of red as he stormed over and kicked Luke. However, Luke took the hit with no remorse while cradling Cecilia. Holly sidestepped Melissa's attempt to support her. Gathering her remaining strength, she stood and faced Luke. "Luke, I'm giving you one last chance. Are you telling me you did this?" Luke could not bear to meet Holly's gaze, filled with numbness and pain, and he let out a defeated nod. "I sent the photos. I couldn't stand seeing you, an adopted daughter of the Hoffmans, outshining everyone."

"Update on last night’s assassination: One of the victim has been identified as Marcus Thorne, CEO of Thorne Tech." The room instantly went cold. Julian’s hand tightened on the remote without a word. but the air around him seemed to darken. Thalia looked from the TV to Julian. "Marcus Thorne," Thalia whispered. “Do you know him?” "Why?" he asked. "Because you look like you just saw a ghost." "He was a ghost," Julian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "One I’ve been trying to bury for five years. That bastard should have been long dead."