Bryce Hawthorne Novels & Stories

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

But Bryce didn’t move. Slowly, he lifted his head. Wet strands of pale hair clung to his cheeks. His hoodie, now soaked, clung to his small frame like second skin. He looked no older than sixteen, but his eyes… Those eyes didn’t belong to a boy. He was fucking twenty one! They were too calm, and too steady. “Don’t come close,” he said softly, gasping. His voice was almost fragile, so light it barely rose above the rain. But something about it made one of the younger officers blink.

My shaky right hand tries to cling onto it while pressing the volume button. DEAD BODY FOUND IN DURMONT NATIONAL STADIUM. VICTIM HAS BEEN IDENTIFIED AS LUKE BARNABAS HAWKTHORNE, FOSTER FATHER OF THE FAMOUS HAWKTHORNE BROTHERS OF HAWK EMPIRE, WHO DISAPPEARED FIFTEEN YEARS AGO AFTER THE DEATH OF HIS WIFE WHOM HE WAS REPORTED TO HAVE ABUSED SEVERALLY… Luke’s dead body is shown hanging from the top of a heavy duty vehicle. It’s blurred out, or most of it is, but it’s him…it’s him.

“I sent Steven with them.” That explained the locked, empty suite. I ended the call, tossed the phone aside. I hadn’t noticed Preston slip into the bathroom, but he came back barefoot, sleeves rolled, and told me he had drawn a bath. Preston Sandoval—that’s all I know, all I care to know. Somewhere between twenty and twenty-eight, pale dark eyes that always look like he’s been crying, white-blond hair, razor jaw. The kind of man whose massage could send your soul out of your body. He’s taken two bullets for me. Yet every moment we share is pure empress and slave. Those thick muscles aren’t decoration. Veins rope his forearms; the rest of him matches—including the part I’ve measured with more

Every single person in the room, including the older lords and Alphas, bowed deeply in respect. The Prince stood tall and imposing, wearing a midnight-blue doublet woven with intricate silver thread. A heavy cloak of pristine white fur cascaded from his broad shoulders, secured at his throat by a massive sapphire brooch shaped like a roaring wolf and moon. Gold embroidery traced his sleeves, demanding authority. He walked down the line, inspecting each woman. I was the very last one. When his sharp eyes finally locked onto me, a sudden, primal roar echoed deep within my core. It was an intense, overwhelming sensation.

It's such a shame that Johnny is holding the camera right now so I can't see him and his naked body, only the hot security guard and Kissa are showing in the camera right now. "Um, my name is Brent, 27 years old and I'm a security guard. I'm kind of new to this job, only three months since I started here and I like it, the pay is not that much but it helps me keep my apartment," The hot security guard said looking at the camera, his eyes radiating a shade of green and it's just so captivating and hypnotizing at the same time. I think his eyes are the second most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, Michael's hazel brown eyes being the first.

Just when he bent low to pick up the book that had fallen, he felt the sudden rush of heat past his shoulder. Swiftly, he rose his head and ran towards his door which flung fully open and a rush of air against it. Someone had just run out of his office. Bryce ran out of his office, in hopes of catching the thief. He already guessed that it was Damon who had come to steal an important document of his. The person was indeed a fast-paced runner, but Bryce was faster. After all, he was a wolf. In seconds, he was right behind the person. He got a gleam of the person's hair through the hoodie cover that was pulled on.

"In two days." "Is he a member of any organisations?" "He plays soccer at the town club every Thursday night." "Soccer huh?" Luciano said with a grin. "Where does her work?" "He's a history teacher at the school." "When I say the word 'Lycan', what do you think of?" "Twilight, Harry Potter... I don't know... " I looked at Luciano and we exchanged diabolic smirks. Her heartbeat didn't raise irregularly once. She's not lying.

Owen's pov It was obvious from the look on the alpha's face that he didn't want us near the mysterious woman that had me and my brothers weak in the knees and that pissed me off because his mate was sitting on her knees right next to him. I was confused as to why he was acting as if he and she was an item, my wolf growled at the thought of his mate with another man. Axel turned to her and asked her, her name, in which she only replied it was not important right now and there were bigger things to concentrate on. Raising my left eyebrow I looked her over from head to toe, she had blood covering her but it didn't look like it was her blood, a small smear of blood was on her cheek and I was afr

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.