Wednesday Thornhill Novels & Stories

It smelled of expensive oud and something dark—the scent of the world I had spent three years trying to avoid. The walk across NUAT campus was a blur of whispers. I kept my head down, the hood pulled low, but the gold letters on my back were a neon sign. "Is that Becca from Home Science?" "In Josh’s campaign hoodie? At 7:30 AM?" "I told you those 'Church Sisters' are the wildest once the lights go out."

He grinned at me, pulling out his cardholder and offering me a visiting card. I accepted it and checked the details. Cayden Thornhill Business Development Manager Thornhill Digital 145E Main Street, Rochester, NY 14604. “Impressive! Do you think I’ll get through? I have no work experience.” I looked up at him with hope. I had approached Damien, but he was more interested in Everly. I couldn’t wait forever. My reserves would be over if I didn’t earn soon. “Leave it to me. I’ll take you to my office after the classes.”

Then my assistant called again, this time through the intercom. I picked up. “Hello?” “Sir, a man named Thornhill is here to see you.” I dropped my pen. Thornhill. The lawyer who had presided over Kim's grandmother's estate reading just two days ago. The same man whose hands visibly trembled when I subtly called out the tampered section of the will. The same man who sent two thugs to follow Kim and I, trying to intimidate us into accepting whatever nonsense he presented as Kim's grandmother's will. My jaw tightened.

Chapter 18 The Lamborghini's engine purred softly beneath Ambelyn as she made her way through midday traffic, her phone was pressed to her ear via Bluetooth. Wednesday's voice filled the car's premium sound system, vibrating with barely contained excitement. "Wait, wait, WAIT," Wednesday practically shouted as she was giggling and excited about what she had just heard. "Back up. You're telling me that Niklaus Thorne—billionaire CEO, most eligible bachelor in the city, the one and only, the man who just hired you—is the same guy who took your virginity in college?"

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.

Lacey looked out the window again and dead ahead through the trees… was the Silver Pack Compound. She knew where she was. Thorn had an office—an outbuilding or office building, really—that no one was allowed to go to. Lacey thought that was his hide away when he either had business to do and didn't want to be disturbed, or she suspected, private clients that he didn't want anyone to know about. "Just promise me one thing," Thorn's voice carried down the hallway and Lacey ducked under the desk, out of sight. "What's that?" a deep voice said. She recognized that it was Rex.

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

The last thing we need is him to change to a powerful hybrid too. "Janice, where is Thorne?" She points to the stairs. I make my way up the spiral stair case and into the room. Thorne is lying down, He looks sickly. "My rose, I'm so glad you are here. Come" I walk over to him and sit on the bed. I feel nothing for him except disgust.

“From what I know, the kids are on weekends to give way for school.” Red nodded, “Yeah, Jade and Gray are on Saturdays. Blue and Ash on Sundays. Mine’s on a Friday. I got to leave class early that day.” “Mine’s Monday,” Hazel added. Then she pointed to Clementine with her thumb, “She’s after me. We’re both on Monday.” Olive said, “Thursday.” At the same time that Scarlett said “Tuesday.” Today was Wednesday. Yep, my shopping day was the same as my therapy day.

The Cross‑Continental Pursuit Dawn broke over the London skyline, yet thin plumes of smoke still rose in the distance from the ruins of Ashwood Manor a monument to the mad ambitions of Julian Thorne Sr. Inside the iconic Thorne Group skyscraper, at the heart of the City of London’s financial district, Mavric Thorne stood before the wide window of his office. His appearance was disheveled; his black shirt was rolled up to the elbows, revealing a bandage on his forearm, and his eyes burned with exhaustion mixed with cold, unyielding fury.