Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

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?”

He opens his arms to hug me, and I try my best not to look at Archie, who I think is on the couch on the left. He kisses both my cheeks before stepping back and putting some distance between us. He is in his usual golf tee and white pants, which I take as a sign that he plans to play golf, and I did not come prepared. Fuck. Bryce is every woman’s dream: tall, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a well-chiseled jaw with lips that look like he got fillers, but they are just that natural look. “I believe you are well acquainted with Archie?” he gestures towards the couch, and it takes everything in me not to snap.

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

It’s romantic, just like our picnic atop the mountain. At this point, I could smell my way to him. Alpha Wyatt has always smelled strongly of his cologne. I continue to follow the path until I come to a pedestal with a bouquet of flowers. There’s a note in the bouquet, it says, “Beautiful flowers for my beautiful little wolf.”

Just as Bridgette felt like she was going to burst she heard a knock. “Ms. Hawthorne?” A faint voice came from behind the wall, Dr. Sean MacCleary peeks his auburn hair from around the corner and slowly steps into her room with his hands in his pockets, “We’re by a pod of whales if you’d like to come to see them.” “Whales!” She exclaimed, laying her book down on the other side of her bed. As they headed upstairs she heard a shout.