Novel & Cerita Thorn Love

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

I forgot that choosing each other is a very bad decision to make for the both of us. After that hot, passionate, and unstoppable night with the man I truly love, I woke up only to find out that he will leave. He is bound to forget me, he is destined to met and turn his back from me, from the road where his future was not secure. Arthur has a flight for that morning. I saw his passport and his beautiful expensive name was written there. I am happy for him. I ham happy that he has future. I am happy yet the pain will forever stay inside of me.

Since that's the only other place she knows the road to. I kept on walking for a while my mind drifting off to when she shouted I love you, and I swear I felt my heart in my throat when I heard her. She can't love me, I don't have it in me to love anyone back... I tried the first time but it was all in vain. It was terrible actually, it ended like a fireworks show. Jade, just the thought of her name made my jaw clenched and unclenched unknowingly. That bitch, I trusted her with my life, but she came back to bite my fucking ass hard ripping off my heart in the process...

Even though I should have guessed what was happening, I just never expected it to be so blatantly displayed before me. Julian hesitated when he heard my hoarse voice. Then, he noticed where I was looking and instinctively touched the marks on his neck. He said awkwardly, "I was helping Nadine fix her refrigerator. It took until late, so I dozed off at her place. I didn't want to disturb you and Ezra by coming home, and these marks are just bug bites—don't overthink it." A mosquito bite in the dead of winter and right after Valentine's Day, no less. Julian's excuse made my expression grow colder as I gently soothed the baby in my arms.

His palm wiped his lips countless of time, and his hips became his hands' favorite resting space. What was she trying to do? Spoil him? Seduce him? Trick him? The gentleness in her voice nearly convinced Jacob that Stephie was his century-long lover, who understood his needs. She was right, he did have a long day all because of her. She was also right that he didn't want to come home to an argument or debate. She should've also been right about being out of place in the picture of his home, and yet, the bitter truth which caused his throat to run dry and for his muscles to stiffen... is that the image of Stephie is what the picture of his home, his life, had been missing all along.

Thorne: It had been five years since the death of his mom and abduction of his mate, and just as he had spent every evening since her funeral, Thorne stood before at the tree planted where his mother was buried, in her honor. The tree, a sturdy silver oak, stands tall and proud, its bark shimmering with a soft, ethereal glow. Despite being only five years old, it has grown remarkably fast, its branches stretching towards the sky like outstretched arms, providing a canopy of shade and comfort. The leaves, a vibrant green, rustle softly in the breeze, releasing a gentle whisper of wisdom and peace.

“I didn’t fall in love with the daughter of the Lycan King, I fell in love with you. I fell in love with the girl who likes her coffee to taste like it came from a candy shop. I fell in love with the girl who could break glass when she tries to sing high notes. I fell in love with the girl who is stronger and kinder than almost anybody I know. I fell in love with you, my mate, because you’re amazing.” Her eyes move slowly over my face, searching for something. “I love you, Aurora.” “Do you really mean that?” I lean in, kissing her softly before whispering, “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” “Then, yes.” I pull back, confused. “Yes what?” “I want to marry you, Thorne.” Then, she pulls

"Excuse me?" "You already turned Thorne gay," I continued, warming to the theme. "The man spent six years presumably fucking a statue in his house because he was so emotionally unavailable, and now he's head over heels in love with Rivers. Like, Jesus fucking Christ, you people are infectious." Lyn had given up trying to maintain any semblance of composure and was leaning against Zade, laughing so hard he was shaking. Even Zade's lips were twitching, fighting a smile he was clearly determined not to show.

"You are the unbreakable love of my life. Even if we are a thousand mountains apart, Please believe in my love. An unbreakable love..." His love for me was unbreakable. Even now, shattered and utterly alone, he knew that to be true. A thousand mountains, a lifetime of regret—none of it would ever change how he felt. He just desperately, hopelessly needed me to believe it. But I didn't. And as he sat by the river, the great and powerful Julian Thorne finally bowed his head, his shoulders shaking with silent, painful sobs, mourning the love he had found and, with his own hands, completely destroyed.

"I watched you destroy my mother. I watched you break her, piece by piece, until there was nothing left. What side of that story could possibly justify it?" Something flickered in Thorne's eyes—pain, maybe, or regret. It was gone so fast I couldn't be sure. "Your mother," he said quietly, "was the only woman I ever loved. And she was taken from me long before she died." "By you." "By circumstances you don't understand." He set the glass down with a sharp click. "But we're not here to rehash ancient history, are we? We're here because you need something from me. And I need something from you. That's how this whole goddman thing works."