Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

I choked out between coughs as I robotically moved my arms to keep my body upright and away from this frightening character. “Is that his name?” the man asked with a deep, raspy voice that had a hint of growl in it. “He’s fine. He’s just been tranquilized.” “Tranquilized!” I exclaimed with dismay. I’d finally coughed away enough water to be able to breathe and talk. “Why?” “So he wouldn’t bite me, of course,” the man said with humor. Working my arms so that I was moving toward the shore while still looking at him, I asked, “Who are you?”

Rashid, we must make an arrest by tomorrow. On the other side of the fence, a lanky boy was milking the family cow. His mother, a young woman of thirty, was shouting something about a man reaching the moon. Her ears, weighed down by heavy earrings, looked out of shape. Small children, dressed in white and blue were walking down the road. Everything seemed normal, except it wasn’t. The inspector rubbed his hands and walked across the garden to the other side where there was a small Neem tree. He shook a branch and droplets of water trickled down his face. He inhaled the cool air and tried to empty his mind.

The words were spat as the smithy turned away sharply. Hawk searched his memory for a queen he had pleased. No names came to mind; but they usually didn't. Still, the man had made his game clear. Somewhere, sometime, Hawk had turned a woman's head from this man. And the man was now to play the same game with him. With his wife. A part of him tried not to care, but from the moment he'd laid eyes on Mad Janet this day he'd known he was in trouble for the first time in his life. Deep, over his head, for had her flashing silver eyes coaxed him into quicksand, he would willingly have gone. What do you say to a man whose woman you've taken? There was nothing to say to the smithy. "I had no intenti

he said. The bird in the trees went quiet. The morning sat around us, cold and clear, and I stood beside this man who had been awake for five days and had just dismantled a criminal network and was standing in his garden saying thank you, and I thought about the girl who had arrived here six days ago with one bag and shoulders curved inward and a face she wore so people would not look at her too closely. She felt very far away. At ten thirty, Noa appeared at the garden door with her coat on and her keys in her hand.

The lights were dim, and a man walked in. He went straight for Harriet. "You must be Harriet. Oh, he was right… You are pretty." As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed her wrist. The bottle Harriet was holding clattered to the floor as she struggled weakly, her voice filled with fear. "What are you doing? Let go! Somebody, help!" The man quickly overpowered her, and with a few rough pulls, he lifted her by the waist and marched toward the bedroom. The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

But suddenly, I doubled over as an agonized welt of pain blistered over my body… but not my pain, somewhere from the crowd, an agony emanating through the link. I regained my composure as my anxious eyes scanned over the crowd, noticing a man pushing his way past the crowd out the back exit. A hood pulled over his head as etched tattoos ran over his sleeveless arms. From what I could see he was tall and big, muscles thronging under darkened skin.

Just him, leaning against the doorframe like a shadow that had followed her from the night before. She froze behind her desk. “Mr. Black.” “Ms. Hart,” he replied smoothly, though the edge in his voice betrayed him. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “Last night was… interesting.” “I imagine it was for you,” she said, keeping her hands steady on the papers in front of her. His eyes flicked over her carefully, like a man studying cracks in glass. “Clara’s name seemed to rattle you. Strange, isn’t it? Most people wouldn’t react that way to a child they hardly know.”

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

An amused voice asked. “Gómez.” I felt the air get stuck in my chest. “Ah... you do remember my voice, so romantic...” “What do you want?” I asked trying to sound cool. "I have a message for you, Hardy,” he said mockingly. "Send it by FedEx,” I growled my answer, Abbie looking at me curious. "Listen, you fucking moron, I told you Arthur Ward wasn't clean wheat, although I didn't think he'd be able to sell his own granddaughter to a nut."