Thorn Love Novels & Stories

He pushed it into what seemed like a shallow dent in the wall and we heard a soft click, then a faint hum as if there were gears hidden behind the stone that had come to life. We held our breaths, waiting to see what would happen, our eyes fixated on that part of the wall. Slowly, the wall started shifting, with the plaster falling off revealing what was behind it. It was a metal door, it looked incredibly heavy, at least a foot thick. Uncle Luigi gritted his teeth, his muscles straining and his claws coming out as he pushed the door open. It was obvious the door could only be opened by one with the curse, which meant only family.

"Yes, Mr. Thorne." Thorne found Thea in the courtyard and saw her earnestly searching for a four-leaf clover. Thea looked adorable and innocent, causing Thorne to involuntarily smile. "What were you looking for?" "I found a four-leaf clover for you." Thea stood up and ran to Thorne. She took his hand and opened her palm, handing him a four-leaf clover. "Thorne, I give you today's luck." Thorne clenched his fingers tightly, protecting the four-leaf clover tightly, but his mouth was filled with grievances, “Today, I don't want luck, I want love."

he seemed more happy now than we have ever seen him before. I watched Mom and Dad dance, as tears flowed down my face Ryker kissed them away, "I am happy for them too, as we both watched them Dad's magic swirled and her, she looked deep into his eyes, "I love you, Emma! I always have." Thorn said as he held her tight in his arms His dark magic, became lighter when it mixed with his love for her.

“You are and this look of love in your eyes…are you in love with anyone around here?” My cheeks heated up immediately. Love? Everything that was happening between Thorne and me was a dangerous game of lust and attraction fueled by the mating bond. If he rejected me, I was confident that the bond would die. The only woman Thorne has ever loved was Celeste and the only man I had ever loved was my cruel ex-husband, Tyson. “Why would I be in love with anyone here?” I said, my eyes darting over to the phone that vibrated against the table.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

She mistook her reliance on him for love. This time, as Luke watched Holly walk away, he did not have the guts to follow her. That was because Luke had to face the truth. The deep love he thought Holly had for him was just a figment of his imagination. Luke could not handle the agony. He lost it. He howled like a wild animal, yanked his hair, and slammed his head against the wall. Bystanders threw him weird looks. Luke was busy being in his own world of pain to care.

Then he gritted his teeth and dragged a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the storm behind his eyes. “If she’s Zoey… and I already broke her once…” He looked down at me. “What do I do now?” I gave a small, poisonous smile. “You fall, Thorne. Like she did for you. And if you're lucky, maybe she’ll catch you before you burn. Her memories would make her know she really offended you and she'll remember once against that she loved you.” “Then did you bury Luna?” Thorne asked, his voice tight. “Or did she, after she killed her?”

Watching made the hurt something solid I could carry instead of this endless empty feeling. Thorn walked up the steps to the raised platform in his black ceremonial coat trimmed in gold. His shoulders looked wide and strong, with golden curls catching the torchlight, and green eyes scanning the crowd all while looking cold and proud. I stared at him and remembered the boy who used to pull my braids and call me annoying, the one who sat with me under the oak tree when the other kids laughed at my weight, the one who shared his cloak when it rained. I had thought that was friendship. I had thought the teasing hid care, and that the secret nights later meant he wanted me for real. But I was so

"Mate?" Thorne clutched his throbbing wrist, his eyes widening in disbelief. He looked at Rowan, then at me, shock written all over his face. "What mate? Rowan, what nonsense are you spouting! Sera is my Luna Queen! I'm the one she loves! "She's just throwing a tantrum!" Thorne turned to me, his tone urgent and commanding. "Sera, say something! Tell him you love me, don't you? You spent nine years cultivating flowers for me. How could you move on so quickly?

“You’ve ruined me, Rory.” My chest tightened. “Ruined you? I’ve stood by you, loved you, even when—” “Loved me?” He stepped closer, the blade still in his grip. His breath was hot against my face, but his words were ice. “Don’t lie to me. You’ve always loved Kael more. I see the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. Do you think I don’t notice?” Tears stung my eyes. “That’s not true, Thorne. I love all of you—”