Hatchet Book Short Summary Novels & Stories

He said, “Your father does not regret what he did to you and your mum. They are still alive after all the atrocities. Give me the order and I will get a substance that will send them to their graves within five minutes. I am tired of waiting to hear of their demise!” Hilton chuckled, “Allow them run in circles. If they lose their lives without any pain, my mom won’t get the justice she deserves. The day they meet the Chairman of Darnold Enterprise will be the day of their ruin and no can rescue them.”

Flecks of it rained down on my exposed skin, and the pain hit hard. It was like molten metal pouring into my flesh. My arm throbbed, and every instinct screamed at me to stop—to retreat, to get away—but I couldn’t. Not now. I couldn’t waste a second. I lunged for the knife as it hit the ground, sliding through the snow and grabbing it. In one swift motion, I drove it into the side of his neck. His eyes widened, blood spilling over his lips as he tried to speak, but no words came. I leaned in, twisting the blade deeper.

I swung myself up on the last branch, freezing, before I pulled myself the rest of the way up on it. Scarlett’s journal lay perfectly hidden from the ground between two smaller branches. I carefully picked it up as I settled back against the trunk. I tapped my finger on the cover, debating if I wanted to read it, thus intruding even deeper into her privacy. I knew I shouldn’t, but I needed to know if I was alone in how I felt. I licked my lips as I opened the journal. I spent about an hour scanning the diary, only stopping to thoroughly read the entries where I was mentioned. I slowed when I came to one that was written about two weeks after I left.

the culprit was obvious. What they didn’t know was what to do next - hunt Axel down like a criminal, or leave him alone now that he had delivered the justice the system never gave him. The Hawthorne empire was already in ruins. The night before, Axel had wiped out every single one of them… except one. It was the night he had waited for all these years. He could have struck the moment Luis set his house on fire. But he didn’t. Axel wanted to see just how far Luis would go.

The hallway felt colder than before, and the sound of the packhouse moved around me in waves—voices, footsteps, kitchen clatter, all too fast. The world shifted in a way I couldn’t control, and for the first time since returning to this life, I felt the edges of uncertainty close in. I held Tamrine tightly, pressed my cheek to the top of his head, and walked back toward my room with the bare hope that I could still salvage the day before it slipped any further from my hands.