Thornhill Wednesday Novels & Stories

I saw Ackleth Mason for the first time during the new year orientation week held by the school management. While in other schools, the first week of resumption was for students to catch up on everything that missed during the break, circulate the latest gists and rumours, flaunt the new gears and wears they got over the breaks and also participate in cleaning the school environment, In Brixden, the orientation was an old tradition and the first week of resumption was always packed with lots of activities ranging from commissioning of new projects by the alumni association to sorting of class schedules.

Just absence. Heads turned as I walked the center aisle. Whispers followed like smoke. I took my place at the head stone, my chin held high, and my shoulders relaxed. “Good morning,” I said. Voice clear. Carrying. “I see we’re missing someone.” Elder Mara cleared her throat. “Thorne hasn’t been seen in three days. His house is dark. No one answers the door. We sent runners yesterday. Nothing.” I let concern flicker across my face. Just enough. “That’s troubling. Has anyone checked the infirmary? The border trails? He walks alone sometimes.”

I didn’t even realize Fennrick had moved until he was right in front of me, his voice low with amusement. “Miss Lockhart, your peeping habit hasn’t changed at all.” My throat tightened. I forced a stiff reply, “Have you figured out how you want me to thank you yet, Mr. Thorne?” His gaze darkened. “Are you in a hurry?” “…A little.” His expression snapped cold. Without another word, he turned and walked back into his room. For the next three days, Fennrick didn’t show his face once. The next time I heard anything about him was on the news.

The headlines were already swirling: The Rebirth of Thorne: A Legacy of Love and Power. Inside, the gardens had been transformed into a cathedral of glass, white peonies, and gold leaf. This wasn't just a wedding; it was a declaration. It was Gabriel Thorne showing the world that his house was no longer made of secrets and shadows, but of light and unyielding strength.

All of it… over. It felt like a miracle. A real one. "Who… who are they?" I finally asked. "The Thorne Foundation? Why would they do this?" "I don't know!" Mrs. Byrne said, throwing her hands up. "The woman on the phone just said they 'like to help the community' and that 'someone told them about Havencrest. Maybe someone we helped? A long time ago? Someone who did well?" She hugged me tight. "It doesn't matter why, my dear. It just matters that it's here. God heard us."

My phone buzzes against the desk, bringing me out from my thoughts and I glance at the screen. It is Martin. It is about time. I bring the phone to my ear, answering in a curt manner “Speak,” I say, my voice calm but laced with the authority that makes sure nobody disobeys me. “Alpha,” Martin’s voice is quiet, like he is whispering, and there is an urgency behind it. “There has been a development.” “What is it?” “Alpha- Viktor Thorn is here. He arrived today. And then Ro- Louisa annoyed that there will be a bonfire party. They are holding it tomorrow night. Everyone’s going to be there.”

Davyn and Wynn’s bonding day fell exactly one week after Theo’s, on a Tuesday again, by Wynn’s quiet preference for the first day of the week and by Davyn’s stated principle that bondings happened on Tuesdays in Ashford now and he was not about to break the new tradition the keep had quietly established.

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

"But I can't spend every night with you so we're going to have to take turns." "Irresponsible," Hunter shook his head. "Very irresponsible," Thorn added and folded his arms. "I don't want to be bothered," he threw a cold stare at me but it didn't affect me as much as before. I remembered how well he had played Hunter's role anytime I looked at him. It made me feel warm inside and I recognized his efforts to get along. It was really sweet. "I'll take Mondays, Thursdays and Sundays," Dylan listed. "Just three? You sly fuck!" Thorn groaned.