Dc Rupert Thorne の小説・ストーリー

He didn't have the leverage to demand an update, and he knew that out here, any show of aristocratic entitlement was met with an immediate reduction in rations. The heavy steel door of the valve house hissed open, and Thorne stepped out onto the walkway, his face lined with dark circles but his eyes bright with a manic, triumphant energy. He was carrying a fresh stack of printed teletype sheets with the ink still damp from the regional shortwave receiver.

Chapter 23 "Uncle Julian! You look like James Bond, but with better hair." Julian Thorne threw his head back and laughed, the sound warm and rich, filling the foyer of the Frost Estate. He was a devastatingly handsome man, with tousled golden-brown hair, warm hazel eyes, and a smile that had graced the covers of Forbes and GQ alike. As the CEO of Thorne Global, he was Ethan Cole’s only true rival in the tech sector.

Just the dry rustle of coconut trees. "Knock! Knock!" I knocked at the mahogany wood door. A shutter creaked on the upper window. A moment later, the front door—heavy mahogany with three different locks—swung open just a few inches. A man stood there. He looked older than the photos in the NUAT archives. His hair was a chaotic crown of grey wool, and his skin was the color of parched tobacco. But it was his eyes that stopped Becca cold. They weren't the eyes of a scholar; they were the desperate eyes of a man who had been expecting death for sixteen years.

⁠ "‍I n⁠eed‌ a c​on⁠tract‌. An‍d yo⁠u need a wife w‌ho knows where‌ all y​our ene​mie‍s​‍ a⁠r‍‌e‌ hid‌i‍ng." Da​rlin‌gton finally looked up. He p​aused‌, hi​s​ pen‍ ho⁠vering over a p⁠a⁠per. "I th​ink you‌ h⁠ave th‌​e w​r‍ong office, Miss‌..." "T‍ho⁠r⁠ne. Vivian Thorne​,"​ I sai‌d. "And⁠ I'‌​m in exa​ctly th‌e r⁠‍igh‌t place.

I nod "Thank you your majesty, I will keep you updated" We are escorted to the oracles home. Once there, the guards leave us. I go to knock the yellow cottages door. However, Thorne just walks in. For the son of a Queen, he has no manners. It may look like a quaint cottage on the outside but inside, it's large. Through the sheer fabric hanging from the ceiling like a wall. We see the outlines of several naked bodies. Thorne peels the curtain back. A full blown orgy is taking place before us and I feel very overdressed. "Whoah" Arlo says mouth hanging open, unbuttoning his shirt. We don't need to look to know, Dante is slapping the back of his head.

I asked, exasperated— referring to Duncan, of course. "Yeah," Thorne nodded, "but I can’t say the same about the thing he brought." He opened the door wider, revealing a large, lifeless deer on my porch. "I tried to get rid of it," he added, raising his hands in surrender. "I understand," I sighed. Before I could say more, Ryan came bounding downstairs again. "Is that my deer?" he asked excitedly. "It sure is. Wanna find out what it tastes like?" Thorne asked. "Yes!" Ryan exclaimed.

My contract husband. Anthony Thorn.

My panic slowly gave way to annoyance as I walked over to the front door. Swinging it open, I'm met with Thorne who looked relieved momentarily and then pissed off. "What the hell do you want, Thorne?" I huffed, "I'm sure the whole bloody neighborhood heard you about to bring down my door." Without a response, he stormed into my apartment as I shut the door behind him. He didn't say a word but instead poked his cheek with his tongue as he shook his head distastefully. I took a moment to run my eyes over him; he looked fairly alright, although there was a stark contrast from the usually refined and dashing Thorne which I knew. His beards had grown out and he had dark circles under his eyes wh

I look at him as he comes closer to me. I have nowhere to go when he traps me between the door and his huge form. "Sometimes instead of beautiful rose, you become a thorn at my side. But I rather feel the pain of it because it is another side of your love too." Rudra says. Before I could reply he smashes his lips with mine and I lost myself in passion then loose consciousness all together. Earlier Then That….. "So how was it?" Bhuri chachi says as we go out.