Mr Thorne の小説・ストーリー

"you're awake?" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded beside the bed. The voice sounded somewhat familiar. She frowned and found a tall, feminine and handsome man standing beside the bed. This man she recognized was Richard Gray, the Grays son. The Grays and the Smiths are life friends. Richard Gray has great accomplishments in medicine. After his studies, he became the Smiths' personal doctor. He and James Smith are also good friends and brothers. She played with Richard Gray when she was younger, but like James Smith, Richard Gray didn't like her either.

Kael Thorne stepped out, and I forgot how to breathe. He was somehow even more intimidating in person than in my memories. Tall, broad-shouldered, wearing a navy suit that probably cost more than my car, with dark hair that looked like he’d barely bothered to comb it. But it was his eyes—those steel gray eyes—that made my stomach do flips. He walked past Margaret’s desk without acknowledging either of us, heading straight for his office. “Mr. Thorne, this is—” Margaret started. “I know who she is.” His voice was cold, clipped.

Confrontation at the Breaking Point Heavy rain lashed the quiet hills of Norfolk, forming a curtain of water that blurred all visibility along the narrow track leading to the Thorne family’s secluded safehouse. Inside the old stone‑walled building, the scent of burning wood from the fireplace could not dispel the frozen tension that hung in the air. Mavric Thorne sat in a large wooden chair, his body still wrapped in post‑operative bandages, yet his eyes had already regained that sharp gleam of a predator hungry for retribution.

She wiped it away with the back of her hand, but it just spread it around more, making her lips look even shinier and fuller. We had been best friends since middle school, sharing everything from clothes to late-night talks, and lately, when we hung out or crashed at each other’s places, there was this tension between us that I could not ignore, like we were both waiting for something to happen but neither of us wanted to say it out loud. Mr. Thorne cleared his throat loudly and stood up, stretching his arms high above his head, which made his shirt pull up and expose a strip of his flat, tanned stomach from all the manual work he did around the house.

I shot him a glare, but he ignored it and dropped into the chair opposite me, swinging one leg over the other. “So,” he said, smirking again, “should I keep you company until your man comes back, or are you going to pretend you want to be alone?” And that was exactly where I stopped talking. “I thought your Beta maintained celibacy. And besides, I thought he was the non romantic, emotionally constipated type,” Thorne said. “Did he prove otherwise?” I replied, eyes still fixed on the screen like it owed me answers. “Oh, he proved something,” Thorne said. “I just saw him with a lady outside. Very sexy. Red hair. Her face was like a goddess. I’m guessing she owns the car I bumped into at the ca

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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.

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."

Director Thorne stood in the doorway of the clinic like a sharp blade in a room full of bandages. His presence was a stark contrast to the silver warmth currently knitting the city back together. He represented the old world of borders and shadows. In his eyes, the awakening of the planet was not a miracle; it was a security breach on a global scale. He adjusted his silk tie, his gaze sweeping over the glowing students with an expression of clinical distaste.