Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

he asked, his eyes still on the ground. "The court and the people have experienced you losing control countless times… on the day of your howling ceremony, during the bridal retrieval week..." Thorn Ville stepped closer, his rope sandals crushing the dry earth beneath his feet. "Do I need to say more?" he asked, his voice dropping deadly cold.

An emergency broadcast signal interrupted all television news channels across London. On every screen appeared the face of Lucas Thorne this time without a mask smiling coldly and confidently directly into the camera lens. “People of London, tomorrow is a momentous day for the Thorne family. And as a special wedding gift, I shall release every single dirty secret of your government and ruling class to the public… unless Mavric Thorne hands over what rightfully belongs to me at the altar of Westminster Abbey at exactly 10:00 AM.” Mavric clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white with rage. “He has taken the entire city hostage just to get to you.”

Thorne. Mr. Thorne: "Meet me at The Onyx after closing Saturday. Come through the staff entrance. We'll discuss. Alone." "Alone." The word felt heavy. Closing on a Saturday meant very late, probably into Sunday morning. But 'Special Client Engagement' probably meant special hours. I typed a quick 'Okay' and hit send, my thumb shaking slightly.

"Try to get some rest, Kim, so that your ankle can heal fast. Tomorrow, we make our move." His phone buzzed and when he glanced at the screen, his jawline tightened and his expression was unremarkable. He turned the screen to me. There was a message from an unanimous number. And it said. “Thornhil's death is just the beginning.”

Lily fell silent for a while without reacting but she nodded. Wendy smiled and they walked out, besides she trusted her friend. Lily wasn't a girl Raymond could think he would mess with. Lily and Wendy talked at length before they hugged themselves and went to their various homes. *Next day "Lily Lily!!" Wendy shouted as she barged into her office. Lily looked at wendy who was trying to put her words through "Slow down!" lily gasped as she tried to understand what wendy was saying "Mr. Thor is coming back tomorrow," she said

Securing this meeting felt like a small victory, one step closer to a much bigger win. “That’s excellent news,” I said, standing up. “Good work, Phil. Make sure everything is prepared for the meeting.” Phil nodded, a sense of accomplishment in his eyes. “Will do, Mr. Thorn. The meeting is scheduled for next Tuesday at 10 AM.” “Perfect,” I replied.

"Can you draft it?" "By Thursday." "Wednesday." She looked at him. "The Thornwall council meets next Monday," he said. "They'll want it before the weekend." She looked at her notebook. Her week had three other matters that needed attention, one of them time-sensitive. She ran the arithmetic. "Wednesday," she said. "If you take the Aldenmoor follow-up call." "Done." She wrote it down. "Two amendments," she said, without looking up. "What?" "You just made two amendments to my week. The timeline and the Aldenmoor redistribution." She kept writing. "You always do two."

It took a few minutes to return to a proper breathing rate before I peeked. “They are gone. Thornhill is ahead,” Sephone cooed. My journey up the hill continued for the next hour before I arrived at Thornhills gate. Every visitor, or better still, every person going in through the gate had their belongings thoroughly searched. Those with arms had them seized and tossed into a barrel. There were a few food trucks in the line, moving as slow as the search.

Thorne: By the way, don't forget about this Wednesday's tutoring session at my place. I completely forgot that this week's tutoring was supposed to be at his place. We alternate locations every two weeks for tutoring, not always at my place. Mr. Montgomery: It seems like you're avoiding us. I hope that's not the case. We need to talk to you about your schoolwork, so please text us back.

Tyler's pov I hurried through the polished corridors of Marshal's Fundings, Los Angeles' foremost hedge fund organization. The board meeting was slated for 3 p.m., and I was already eight minutes late. Despite my swift pace, my mind was still preoccupied with the earlier unexpected encounter with Madison's brother. I couldn't shake off the deep concern I felt for Madison's ailing mother.