Thorn Love Novels & Stories

'One of the missing pages wasn't torn out completely. I stare at him. 'What does that mean?' His eyes remain fixed on mine. 'It means part of it may still be here.' My breath catches. He slowly turns the diary over. A tiny piece of paper is trapped beneath the binding. And on it, barely visible, is a single handwritten word. An address. An address neither of us recognizes. And it's torn, that we can't tell if it's a complete word or a half one. Silver Thorn. I stare at it.

I crowd her from behind, my chest flush against her back, trapping her. "Do you love him?" I growl against her ear in a low voice, trying to tone down the anger in my chest. "What?" she stammers, trying to turn her head, but I hold her pinned. "Tommy," I clarify through gritted teeth. Before she can answer, my palm slides up her dress, trailing slowly up her bare thigh. She shivers beneath my touch, her body going completely rigid. "Has he touched you the way I do?" I whisper, my fingers digging into her hip.

Thorne stammered, his knuckles turning white against his crutch. I stepped forward, my golden eyes flashing with absolute authority as I looked at the limping male. "Your sweet Vaelira just swore an oath before the entire academy that she has never touched your skin. She even promised to banish herself if she lied." Thorne's breath hitched, a cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. "So tell the pack, Thorne," I purred softly, my voice carrying to every warrior standing in the courtyard. "Who left those fresh love bites hiding beneath your collar last night?"

The file titled: "The Valerius Project." Dark Thorne thought the war was over because he had a ring on her finger. He didn't realize that Izaib Moreno was no longer a law student. She was a Thorne. And Thornes didn't just win wars.

I was around the desk before I knew I'd moved, my hand closing around his collar and yanking him halfway out of the chair. "Listen to me very carefully," I said. My voice was low. Shaking with the effort of control. "You will not speak her name again. You will not think about her. You will not breathe in her direction. Do you understand me?" Thorne didn't flinch. He just looked at me with that same infuriating calm. "I understand that you're in love with her," he said. "Which makes you predictable. And predictable men are easy to manipulate." I held his collar for a moment longer. Then I released him and stepped back.

She was officially an adult, and, according to the arrangements her parents had made before their death, she would soon have access to the inheritance they had left for her. But more than the money, Vanessa wanted one thing. She wanted to feel loved. She wanted the kind of birthday her parents would have given her if they were still alive. She wanted the fuss, the ridiculous amount of attention, the embarrassing pictures, the cake, the gifts, and her mother's voice telling her how quickly she had grown. She missed them terribly. A knock sounded on her door. Before she could answer, it opened and Tara walked in with a huge smile. "Happy birthday, birthday girl!"

CHAPTER TEN LUCENA POV A loud knock hit the door. We didn’t stop. The knock came again, harder, and we stayed locked together, hips grinding, her pussy milking me tightly as we both tipped over the edge—too far gone in the pleasure to care who was outside.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

I nodded my head again feeling a twinge of pity in my heart, she sounded kind of frustrated and seemed to really need the scholarship, it's a good thing that there are ten available slots for applicants though, because I still wanted to win badly. She was still staring at me, obviously expecting me to say something “Sorry about that” I eventually opted for “I hope we both get two of those slots” and as an afterthought added “I'm Leila Adams” She laughed quietly “Yeah, I hope so too” “I like you” she added “You're quiet straightforward, you say what's on your mind the way you think it, it's nice”

Yseah spoke with firm but a hollow meaning behind it. Greetings! This is my first ever werewolf story. I really was looking forward writing this. And if there are wrong typos and grammars, that I deeply apologize. I am sorry in advance. By the way, if you're enjoying the story, please vote gems for Mated to the Thorns. Thank you!! -Note: From Author, MysticGrace