Alexander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

There was no other choice but to face the consequences of my own actions. I turned to look at my incoming doom. The man realized we had stopped and slowed down his quick pace. The stranger adjusted his long overcoat and smoothed down his ruffled hair. The man joked, “For a moment I thought you wouldn’t turn back.” “Well?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “Forgive me,” drawled the stranger. “I’m Soren Hawthorne, you might have heard of me?” “Your name doesn’t ring any bells.” Hawthorne laughed, “Perhaps that’s for the best. In the habit of making a good first impression, might I know your name and the name of the little lady beside you?”

Because deep down, beneath all the fear and denial, I knew the truth… this wasn’t something I could walk away from, this wasn’t something I could outrun. Because what I had spent years trying to protect, what I had spent four years hiding had just been seen. And Nathan Lockwood… Was not a man who let things go.

Emily Warner I swallow hard as I look at the Lachlan enterprise building approaching. I felt Danika rub my back before I got out after saying bye to her. I ignored all my thoughts as walked straight in the building to the cafeteria. I need food to calm my nerves. I avoided greeting people and acted like I was in a hurry. I was in no mood to have small talk about my ‘vacation’. Everyone in the office was just as shocked as me when Hank announced his marriage news. The number of people that came up to me and asked me ‘I thought you were

Her legs still pace until she collapses onto the edge of her bed, a sigh escaping her lips. Another thing Nathanael hates about Secs, they have a flair for the dramatic-always whining and crying when things don't go their way. Instead of working for something, they attempt to pray it into existence. He's witnessed the power of prayer first hand, but he harbors no sympathy for those that don't fight for what they want. This one seems to be in the latter category. Throwing his arm back over his eyes, he zones out while this new charge of his rummages around her room.

Alexander Daughter of Andres Hawthorne, via Rosalind Hawthorne. The girl who can effortlessly change the hue of any space. The girl who gave me comfort this morning without me having to ask. The girl who always gives me comfort without expecting anything in return or requesting any personal information about myself. Although I wouldn't describe her as a distraction, I did look forward to seeing her every day. It may be something as simple as her opening her French doors in the morning or me going over to visit Andres.

Alexander The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds. I wandered over to the bookshelf, my fingers trailing over the books. I pulled out a worn leather-bound copy of Hemingway's "The Old Man and the Sea". The pages yellowed, the words dog-eared. The door creaked open. "Alex." I turned to face Henry, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of unease. "Hi," he said, his voice laced with surprise.

I am sitting in disbelief waiting for him to tell us who it is. As he finally looks back at me, I see the first real display of emotion I have seen since meeting this man. Clearing his throat, he says, “I believe it’s Caleb Sweeting. He is a man who was banished for trying to tarnish the reputation of a higher-ranking member of the Pack.” Alpha Jackson’s POV

"Oh I see that's nice and I would you describe Hawthorne so far you've been here in one sentence" "One sentence?”

I wasn’t sure I could force the words out of my mouth, relive all of it in the telling. “I don’t know where Hawthorne was while he was supposed to be dead,” I said, because that at least was both true and not all that important to me. The asshole had faked his own death two years before, disappeared, and only returned shortly before I came on the scene. And I hadn’t known him before then. “He mentioned Seattle. I think he was in Washington part of the time. But that’s all I know.” “Not all that helpful,” Matthew said. “And also not the most pressing issue. How did you end up working for Kimball?”

Tyler’s POV I watched as Dalton walked through the front door of the pack house. His face was tired and his shoulders hung. He had executed Maxine and Doctor Winder this morning and then we had all helped with tending to the hurt pack members. I didn’t go with him to see them be executed. I couldn’t bring myself to do it even though she had tried to kill me, my family, and Dalton multiple times. I just didn’t want to look her in the eyes as he took her life. I was sitting at the kitchen bar when he walked in. He eyed me and made a straight path to me. When he approached he turned my chair toward him and picked me up by my waist and held me tight to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist.