Alexander Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I had no idea. Alpha Tate shifts to his wolf, and dashed into the forest.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends. Vacation!? The word felt very inappropriate when being presented to a man with big boss’s appearance, he was sitting in his CEO's chair arrogantly. The man was Skandar Alexander Hemingway. He was the heir of the Chagall Corporation, a large electronics company in Australia. He was too handsome apparently, but it was nothing when discussing his character in understanding and forgiving negligence. Skandar Hemingway was perfectionist so much by a hundred percent.

Asking if the letter in my hands had been written by Alexander was stupid, because it was obvious. Alex had always been fascinated by antiques and doing things in the old-fashioned way. When Ruth was still alive, she used to say that he had probably been a Victorian gentleman in one of his past lives and had never learned to abandon those customs.

Chapter One Hundred and Nine Alexis walked back to her room, she met Tommy still checking out the diary, but his expression still showed that she can't find something out yet, finally she voiced out in frustration. "Why keeping a diary when nothing reasonable is not in it?" he said “Well it might be foolish, but he who was keeping it understand what was in it." Alexis said and she also sat down beside Tommy, finally she continued. "Something had to unlock what was in it, I am sure of that."

But behind that flawless facade, a dirty secret lies. Hawthorne Mansion is filled with people who share the same interests—money and power. Their conversations echo throughout the room, but I act as though I am hearing pleasant words. A smile is permanently etched on my face as I socialize with my father's guest, Gabriel Hawthorne, the newly-elected president who, after a lifetime in politics, has finally achieved his desires.

Alpha Nicholas After a few minutes of reading, my head feels like it's spinning, and I want to throw up. I close the folder as my mind tries to figure everything out. "Did you get what you needed from the information?" For a moment, I'd almost forgotten that Harriot was still in here.

“Oh this pack is in for it.” “If she’s a Guardian.” “Do you think she really is?” “The ghosts know who you are?” Tessa asks, walking up and looking around. “They’re not ghosts,” Meadow says, smirking at me. “My name is Meadow Cross. My sister Maeve is married to Xander Holstin. Do you know who I am.” Another round of gasps. “She’s the witchy witch.” “My cousin has some witchy lights.” “Do you think she’d make us some?”

She decided to relax on her bed a bit, slowly she drifted off to sleep. Nathaniel Hawthorne sat in his office, lost in thought, struggling to come to terms with the mate bond he shared with the Omega. His wolf was restless, and his mind was consumed by thoughts of the Omega, more than he cared to admit. He growled, rubbing his forehead, and removed his glasses, feeling frustrated and out of control.

Her dad was scary but after what I told him, he smiled at me. “you think you were protecting her, did you?” He asked me as he patted me around the shoulder as we descended the stairs. “Remind me again who are you, young man,” he asked me. “I’m Alex, Alexander MacWatters, a friend of Ian,” I said as he looked at me with amusement. “You’re Alexander MacWatters, the scientist that discovered the different water chemistry that can be used to treat malfunction of the nerve systems. You’re him?” He asked me in bewilderment. I laughed at him.