Avery Hawthorne Novels & Stories

With my head lowered I quickly introduced myself. "Good evening sir/ma, my name is Aurora Hawthorne, I have been assigned to you and I am here to assist you throughout your stay in our hotel, please how may I be of help to you?" I said under one breath as I stood waiting for his answer. "Au..roRa?" he rolled my name as I smiled looking up to meet his gaze only for my jaw to drop. It was him again, the devil. Shocked and taken aback followed by a sense of fear I watched the smile on his face spread.

***Hyacinth*** The city buzzed with life, its energy reminiscent of the bustling streets back in the Philippines. The traffic was chaotic, though not as unbearable as what I was used to. Despite the honking horns and the sea of people, I felt a spark of excitement. This new city promised adventure, and I could already imagine weaving its essence into my novel. Raven has been an endless source of inspiration lately, his magnetic presence fueling my creativity, especially when it came to writing those steamy, heart-racing scenes.

He was no match for me, either in terms of pack power or individual power. “Why? Why did you treat her like that? You said you fucking love her!!” I asked Devon as I took a step closer to him. “ Hawthorne,” Devon said and I furrowed my brows. Hawthorne? What does that name have to do with anything? “Avery's father is the leader of the Crescent Valley pack and the head of the Hawthorne family,” Devon spoke up again. My eyes widened a bit at that information, Alpha Hawthorne was the alpha of the strongest pack and he was Avery's father? How was that possible?

“And you don’t have to mentor at the workshop if you still don’t feel strong enough, okay?” But I barely hear his words because I’m too busy staring at him. Is this really Nate Hawthorne? The same man who spent years looking at me like I was a burden? The same man who always believed the worst of me? Because right now, he’s the complete opposite. First, he saved me from drowning. Then he stayed by my side, taking care of me, feeding me, and treating me as if I’m something precious. Could it be that he hit his head and somehow woke up believing I’m Ava?

Robert POV. Dr Greyson Hawthorn is a renown medical expert. He is a werewolf who lives in the gated community here in the human world. So wolves move here to get away from pack life. Instead of going rogue, they move here for it’s safer for them to wolf out amongst the humans. The community is exclusive and only wolves can live here.

“He went to town for something and your two sisters also went to town for a friend’s birthday, they are not back” “Hmmm” she turned to Malcolm, “why don’t the two of you discuss and I will check out the house?” “Okay, be careful” his voice was filled with a lot of concern and aura nodded, he was the only one that loved her in this world anyways. After she was out of eyesight and earshot, Malcolm cleared his throat and faced the woman who was obviously scanning him from head to toe. “I am Malcolm Hart” “I know '' Aurora's mum immediately responded, “I have read a lot about you in the papers since that day. I ought to know the kind of man my precious daughter will be getting married to”

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

It told the story of Ramus, a man spiraling out of control, and though it was never directly addressed, a clear picture was painted of his dissent into the darkness of selfish ambition. As she read about the hero's decline into villainous treason, Avera couldn't help but wonder about the man who was writing. 'It is a brilliant presentation. I wonder how long ago this was.' She closed the book on her hand and consulted the cover. 'E. H. Webber... I'll ask Mr. Waverley about him when I see him.' She opened the book again, continuing on in her reading. On another such occasion shortly thereafter, my work brought me to the southwestern region past Laoce, and on my return from the mountains to Py

Starting Over Country: Aurivelle City: Auremont Adrian I had been in Auremont for two weeks. And the first thing that settled in my mind when I arrived before the roads,before the skyline,before the rhythm of the city itself.. It was a name I had known long before I ever stepped into Aurivelle. Hawthorne. It wasn’t unfamiliar. It couldn’t be. There were very few people in my world who had never heard it. Hawthorne Real Estate & Development.

If my wolf hadn’t been quick enough, he’d be barely more than ash beneath my feet. And he knows it.. Swallowing hard, Hawthorne’s chest is heaving as he looks down at me, his eyes wide. “Couldn’t you sense who it was, Apple? Not many witches can open a portal inside the center of a packhouse, especially not one warded by Araminta Thorpe!”