Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

“How did you get this?!” “We met this morning,” I explained. “That’s actually the reason I need you to watch Abby. According to him, Hawthorne is the only one that can help Abby and wants me to meet him. At a hotel. So, who exactly is he?” Bella gaped and grabbed my shoulders, shaking me while saying, “Only the most famous tycoon in Hanesburg, a gazillionaire complete with stunning looks that rival a freaking model. I know countless women who would die for just one night with me, I am one of those women by the way, but he’s, like, known for his whole celibacy thing. He would probably win an award for rejecting the most women in history. Honestly, Tara, if the Soren Hawthorne asked to meet fo

Brayden woke up on Tuesday and followed his routine exactly. He washed and dressed and combed his hair. He stared in the mirror and decided to keep the short beard that was forming. He sighed and met Sean down at the car and was handed a coffee and a croissant. As he was on his way to work he got a call and when he looked at the screen it read Lucian Hawthorne. That was unexpected, he thought and he answered the call. “Hello Luc…” Brayden greeted and was curious as to what his old roommate was calling for after so many years of no contact. It had been years since he had heard from or even of Lucian Hawthorne and it was very random that he would call.

But seeing the soft smile on her face and how her heart fluttered made her happy she hardly saw her smile since the death of her parents and the beginning of her torture, but it was different now, who knew being in the arms of her mate would bring back that angelic smile. ____ Alex trailed through the hallway taking slow steps in the dark as he used his wolf vision to walk through, their had been a sudden black out in the pack house and it's been over an hour since the lights went of again and it still hasn't been restored, he knew Damien had gone to check it but he hasn't returned yet he was getting slightly worried about it, he turned at a corner arriving at the hallway leading to the Ligh

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

But a man like him, who was clearly the head of what she was now certain was a crime family, couldn't exactly be trusted— "They are the greatest loves of my life," Lukas Hawthorne effused about his sons, and Marybeth's cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as she looked at the two men flanking him. One was Friar John, and the other introduced himself as Blake Hawthorne, Austin's older brother. He set his glass on the table, wiped his hands on the sides of his pants, and held out his hand to her, "it's lovely to meet you—"

And as for Lisa, he would deal with her accordingly for that silly stunt she pulled, but what he wanted to know was who this man was, “and this is?” “Detective Bruce Hawthorne…” Bruce introduced himself, his voice carrying a calm authority as he flashed his badge with a subtle smirk. The gesture wasn’t just for formalities; it was a deliberate move to assert his presence, making it clear to Damien that he wouldn’t be easily intimidated. However, Damien’s reaction was far from what Bruce had hoped for. Instead of being fazed, Damien met Bruce’s gaze with a cool, almost detached expression, his piercing blue eyes sizing up the man before him.

A low rumble comes from Bryce and Peyton shakes her head, “No, no, it can’t be him.” “She isn’t allowed near him.” Bryce grumbles and I frown, he hasn’t shown me this side of him. The side that’s so… commanding. His ice blue eyes seem so intense, I swear that instead of getting darker, they get lighter, almost as if they’re white. Peyton huffs, “I guess we’re back to square one. I’m going to get some rest, I’ll see you for dinner.” Bryce nods his head and Franklin quietly dismisses himself. I glance around the room, just to make sure that we’re completely alone and I ask, “What’s wrong with Tony Brooks?”

He turned to his father and smirked. “Father but I will only get married to one woman and her name is Anne which clearly the lady at the altar is not” he said as he staggered around. “Father but I will only get married to one woman and her name is Anne which clearly the lady at the altar is not” he said as he staggered around.“Adrian!!!”Bryce thundered and yet again I flinched. I would need to get used to his voice or it would start telling on my blood pressure. Bryce stormed out of the altar and so did his other men.

MAIN CHARACTERS BRYAN CALLOWAY Age: 27 Position: Center / Team Captain Team: Chicago Reapers Bryan Calloway is the kind of man sports media loves because he’s beautiful enough to market and violent enough to trend. Born in Winnipeg to a former enforcer father and emotionally detached mother, he grew up inside ice rinks and locker rooms, raised on bruises, discipline, and the understanding that pain was weakness leaving the body. By eighteen he was already drafted, then by twenty-four, he was captain and when he turned twenty-seven, he had everything money could buy and absolutely no idea how to function like a normal human being.

“Come in.” “Hello, little rabbit.” My stomach drops and I jolt upright, the sheets dropping to my midriff. Blake leans in the doorway. He’s wearing dark breeches and a well-fitting black shirt. He looks like a villainous prince from the kinds of stories my mother would tell me. His dark hair, slightly messy like he’s been running his fingers through it, only adds to the effect. I am not in the mood for him this morning. “What are you doing here?”