Thor And Dr Jones Lyrics Novels & Stories

Relief flashed there, mixed with that fierce protectiveness that made my heart stutter. Drake's shirt was already gone, his scarred chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Thorne grabbed the bowl of oils, smirking as he approached. 'You think you can just waltz in and take what's ours? Prove you're clean first.' He poured the oil roughly over Drake's shoulders, letting it drip down his back in thick rivulets. Drake stood still, but I saw the humiliation in the set of his shoulders, the way his fists balled at his sides. Thorne's hands worked the oil in hard, kneading Drake's muscles like he was breaking a wild horse—squeezing his arms, then his chest, fingers digging into the scars

{THE THIRTEENTH FLOOR RULES} The box in my hands felt like it was made of lead. I couldn't move. I couldn't even blink. Jaxon Thorne didn't look surprised. He looked satisfied. He stood there with a wet towel draped over his shoulder, the water from his hair dripping onto his collarbone, tracing the hard, ridged lines of his chest. He looked like an Alpha king who had just found a new toy in his throne room.

Madison’s POV. At that point, it was a silent trip home because I turned off the radio so I could take my mother’s call. I was still looking outside the window when Tyler turned the radio on, and the music playing caught my attention. “I love this song. Nice song; it reminds me of my school days. Before I knew what was happening, we were both singing along; our voices filled the car as we sang to the lyrics of the song. I still see your shadow in my room. I can’t take back the love that I gave you; it’s to the point where I love you and I hate you and I cannot change you, so I must replace you.

I nodded along to show her that she had my attention, her tips were pretty good and I could even feel myself relaxing already. “That being said, the most practical way that helps me overcome anxiety is listening to music. Music is like a great mood changer, no cap. I prepared a playlist already, you'll love this particular song, wanna share?” Awwwn, I thought, she really is nice and isn't playing a trick on me, I mentally chided myself for thinking that in the first place. She moved closer to me and handed me one of her airpods which I sticked into my ear and listened to the soothing music playing, it was a song by a Nigerian singer, Johnny Drille.

Thor continued, his voice dropping to something cold and deadly, "I will kill her. She's the reason my sister is dying. So you keep her far away from me, or I will rip her throat out with my bare hands." "Riven," I said quietly. "Get rope." Thor started to struggle as Jax grabbed him, but he was too drunk and too exhausted to fight effectively. Between the two of them, they got him restrained. "You bastards," Thor spat. "Let me go!" "Can't do that," Jax said, not unkindly. "You're a danger to yourself and everyone else right now." "I'll kill her," Thor promised, his words slurring. "I swear I'll—"

"Tonight, we survive. But tomorrow... you will tell me all the secrets that your mother kept. Because this power? It is what killed her, Jessica. And it's why we all have to turn into monsters to keep you.” I was walking into the cave, with the remnants of my wedding dress, bits of silk rags, fluttering around my legs like a battle flag torn to pieces. The violet light went behind me, a cloud of Godlike wrath which turned the descending rain into steam before it could touch my flesh. The howling of Thorne was heard nearer. I might have heard the brush snap beneath the feet of fifty murderers. I turned my teeth, and uttered a cry, not really a cry, but a call to the very earth. "COME AND GET

I wheezed, forehead pressed to Leo’s. “Shut up and take it,” Thorne growled, starting to move — heavy, claiming grinds that sent shockwaves through my whole body. Now every thrust into me pushed me into Leo, the wet sounds turning into one filthy, rhythmic mess of slapping skin, squelching grease, and desperate breathing. “Look at us,” Thorne said, voice thick. “The king and his two little prisoners. You feel that, Jax? Me owning what’s mine?”

"If you let this one slip through your fingers, I'll never forgive you. She's a keeper." Thor, standing tall and confident, met Jaques's gaze squarely. "I have no intention of letting her go, Jaques. That's a promise. Only that she's making things a bit difficult for us." “Then fight for her, my good boy. That's what I like to hear. I know you'll win, " he praised, clapping Thor on the shoulder. It was time to leave. Thor opened the passenger seat of a black cargo van and I hopped in. He circled to sit in the driver's seat, closing it behind him.