Taylor Thorne Novels & Stories

But if I did. Taylor Stern

(Writing while tired is not recommended, haha) I'm sorry for anyone that is waiting. Taylor West

And somewhere out there, Kael Thorne was preparing for a battle I hadn’t even seen the shape of yet. ***

Miranda just needed to act normal and everything would be fine. “Yes! Oh, Josh wouldn’t stop going on about you last night, and what a good tutor you are. I think you’ve really relighted the passion in him!” Miranda buckled a little. “Passion for what?” Sharon laughed. “For history of course!” Well acting normal wasn’t going well. “Oh yeah, sorry. Morning coffee hasn’t set in yet.” “I just wanted to thank you again, it’s done him the world of good. You should think about tutoring full time!”

Jessica responded. The man and Miss Beth looked at each other after Jessica affirmed her name. Creepy! “I'm Liam Thorne, son of Philip Thorne and CEO of TRIX.” The man said. “Pleased to meet you sir.” Jessica said, wondering how he was the CEO. Up until that morning, it read on the Internet that the active CEO was Philip Thorne, his father. Even the agency knew that! For a family that didn't even have a lot to show on the media, how could the only thing they knew be inauthentic?

Thorne. Isn't this fantastic! My beast wants Will and my vamp wants Thorne. Thorne the man I loathe and Will the man I'm indifferent to. Both dominant. One caring, One not. Both of them excite and thrill me. One of them scares me and the other doesn't. I'm drawn to both of them. One bad, One good-ish.

He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Are you sure you want to go home and pick up some stuff?” “I won’t have any clothes if not.” “I can take you shopping in the morning to get anything you need.” “What about to sleep in tonight?” “I can lend you a shirt,” his wicked smile was back. “Oh really, What’s with the wicked smile Mr. Thorn?” “Just imagining you in one of my shirts.” “Ok. Take me to yours.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. The longer I let the dust settle the better to be honest.”

He arrived at the gates at seven fifty-two, thirty minutes earlier than usual, Cassian appeared at his shoulder with coffee and said nothing, which made Lucien more uneasy. There were a few athletes, some first years, and a thin morning crowd that was totally normal. Then he saw him. Eli Thorne was leaning against the stone pillar just inside the entrance, like he’d been there a while and he didn’t mind. He wore a track jacket, with his hair still damp and a white pastry box tied with a pale pink ribbon in his hands.

“That’s not normal. So I started digging into things that aren’t supposed to be normal.” A fresh wave of cold fear slid through me—different from the terror Alpha Victor inspired. This was exposure of a new kind. “Who are you?” I whispered. “Exactly who I’ve always told you I am,” he replied, calm as ever. “Marcus Thorne. Architect. Designer. And, thanks to my family’s history, someone who keeps certain truths.” “Thorne?” Thorne repeated, eyes narrowing dangerously. “As in…?”

"And he's... not in a good headspace. Be prepared." I nodded even though I had no idea what I was preparing for. Taylor pulled back the tent flap and I stepped inside. Thorne stood with his back to me, studying a map spread across a makeshift table. He was dressed for war—black leather that looked like armor, weapons strapped everywhere. His hair was pulled back and even from behind I could see the tension in his shoulders. "Leave us," he said without turning around. Taylor and Christy withdrew immediately. The tent flap closed and we were alone.