Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I screamed until my throat was raw and my insides ached, and no one came. I’m truly, and utterly, alone.’ I thought about calling Noah, his number is programmed on my phone, but I don’t think he’ll welcome a call from. I thought about going home, but there’s a single message in my email inbox. “Bryce invaded. Stay where you are.” I don’t know who sent it, when or from where, but I believe it. Bryce always wanted the towers. They bring power, after all. All the power of wolfkind will be his.

Bryce started to breathe a little rapidly. “Who is it? How dare he mobilize the law enforcement hall without my permission?! He’s completely lawless!” Wesson glared at Harvey with a proud expression. “Are you scared now, Harvey? My uncle’s…” “Hold on.” Bryce froze. “Harvey? Harvey York?” After a moment’s pause, Wesson replied, “Yeah! That bastard…” Beep, beep, beep… Bryce instantly hung up. Wesson tried calling Bryce again, but his phone and the landline didn’t seem to work anymore.

Black werewolves are violent and presumptuous, impatient and most of all they kill people, whether something has done wrong to them or not. He looked up and closed his blue eyes for a moment. His eyes were like the sky above the blue ocean. He has a long-pointed nose. His skin was smooth. His shoulders are broad, and he has an athletic body. Aside from his captivating appearance, Bryco is a famous and popular businessman. He owns resorts, schools, and hotels. With great speed, he immediately reached where he parked his car. He warmed up the engine for a while when he got in before he immediately drove it.

Dr Greyson Hawthorn. Dr Hawthorn is Dr Brenden’s friend who helped me escape Damien’s clutches. He was a good friend of my grandfather’s. If anyone will know where Dr Brenden has gone, it will be him. Not wasting even a second, I grab my bag and phone before heading out the door. I need to go and see Greyson. He is retired and I know where he lives as I stayed with him for a few days when Dr Brenden was helping me with a job and the house.

Chapter 36 -INDIGO- "That Henry is really Henry Hawthorne, CEO of the Hawthorne industries, one of the biggest companies in the entire world." Matilda says and my jaw drops. The same guy that acts like a child and pouts every second of the day? He's the CEO of Hawthorne industries. A company that's almost as successful as this one, maybe even more.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

He’s snuggling her with questions, she looks at me, smiling. “Mine.” My wolf growls at the young man been so close to her. I radiate jealousy as I see the man touch and hold Justin’s hands. “Stop being a creep.” Justin tells the young man before turning to look at me. He turns and notice I’m sitting in the room in the clinic. “I’m Luke, Justin’s brother.” He gives me his hand for a handshake. I stood up from the sit and take his hand. “I’m Arthur.” I say respectfully and with a smile on my face.

he barked, muscling through the growing crowd. One reporter stumbled as Nicholas shoved her camera aside, another nearly dropped his phone when the driver stepped between him and Bryce like a human wall. “Is the child yours, Mr. Harrington?” “Was she born out of wedlock?” “Does this mean the Harrington empire has an heiress now?” Bryce didn’t say a word. His jaw was clenched so tightly it looked like stone. What the hell was all these? He had anticipated a scene like this, but not so soon. Not this early.

What did she want from me? My dad's name is Chansey Slate, he is Beta to our Alpha, Brock Landon. My father is married to Rebecca Slate, and I have a brother named Tyler, who is my twin. We look like complete opposites. I have dark brown hair, his is raven black, which I envy, to be honest. He's darker-skinned toned than I am. He's extremely well built, meaning he's super muscular for his age, since he is always working out! And I mean working out all the damn time, just like his arrogant best friend, Blake.

My parents were right, I shouldn’t be allowed to speak. “Wow, you really are a lost cause.” Carter whispers in my ear, making goosebumps appear on my body. Yep this is not good. “Um no, I have to leave now. I’ll see you at my wedding.” Hank says as he looks me in my eyes and his hand grips my arm lightly. Something he always did and it made me happy. His eyes then go over to Carter’s tattoos and huge biceps. It was clear that he thought Carter wasn’t a good guy. Carter straight up looked like a hot typical villain in any action movie.