Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

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."

"Thomas?" A man stepped out from the arched hallway into the sunroom. He wore an old, dark wool coat, his white hair neat, his line-carved face pale, cold, and utterly devoid of human emotion. He carried a leather walking stick in his right hand. It was Victor Hawthorne. Nora’s blood turned to liquid ice. The breath left her lungs in a sharp, terrified gasp as she stumbled back against the glass table, her hand knocking her tea mug to the floor, where it shattered into a dozen pieces.

“They’re turning on you. Your name will burn, Nathaniel Hawthorne. And I’ll be the one who lit the match.” — In a sleek office across town, a woman stood beside a wide glass window, staring out at the skyline. Her presence was elegant,powerful. “Ma’am,” her assistant entered. “I have something. It’s about Nathaniel Hawthorne.” She didn’t turn. “Speak.” “There was a scandal. One of the construction workers died. People think his company used fake materials. He’s been arrested.” A long silence. “I want everything,” she said softly. “All the files. Everything tied to the case. The truth, and nothing less.”

The man extended his hand first. Cipher nodded curtly. “Arnold.” “And this must be your wife,” the woman added, eyes glinting as they landed on me. I took her in. The sweet, sharp, floral perfume of her came upon me. My eyes rested on her red nail, and then I noticed how she clinged to the man as if he were running away. My heart pounded louder. “Have we met before?” I forced a smile. I couldn't help but ask. “I don’t think so. Though I wish we had.” Arnold blinked, surprised.

They called it the next step of their expansion, but experts would say that their slow decline started from the day they moved. When I was at my pettiest, I liked to believe that it was Karma. Served them right for what they were doing to Revon, which wasn’t anything good. The Hawthorne Manor was well and truly abandoned. The family had just locked up the home after Revon disappeared and left. The estate that was once crawling with security guards was now overgrown, and the house looked rough. Even though the gate was locked, the surrounding wall had been broken down from many places that it didn’t take much effort to just jump over one crack.

He's a dangerous devil who doesn't know anything at that moment aside revenge and grief. ********** Heather walked slowly on the silent road to her house,she felt some footsteps following her. She decided to ignore it but then it was becoming closer even though she couldn't see anything. Then she stopped ,,, " Show yourself,,who are you!!!" She shouted angrily And then three men appeared to her,, they look like some dangerous creatures. She haven't seen then before,why are they following her?? " You've been hiding " One of them said with a dry smirk " Who are you all,,and what do you want from me " Heather asked trying to remain calm

It was annoying and I couldn't just decide to change the room because I needed to inform my boss for his approval. I felt like he just came back from the stony man when I first met him upon arriving at Huntington's Inc. All the hard work I did, all disappeared in an instant. Sighing, I decided to go outside to the beach as I roamed my eyes. I watched as more people were strolling around the seashore with their friends. I could have wished Marlou was here with me. I would like to have a chit-chat with him. As I was about to traverse on the other side of the road, I bumped into a bulky man whose head was wearing a dark blue hood over his head.

The man, without losing his good mood, proceeded to take off his white hat he wore almost to his eyes “Let me introduce myself, my name is Diego Gómez and before you say it, yes. I was Daniel's father.” I felt that every trace of color drained from my face when I found myself in front of the procreator of the bastard who had raped me. “Please, sir, don't kill us, I swear to you...” “No, no.” He interrupted me approaching and handing me a handkerchief “Put pressure on the wound. Rather let me apologize.” “Apologize?” I said confused while applying pressure on Mark’s wound, hearing his pained moan in the process. “Yes.” He smiled kindly “For being so late. I’m sorry you got hurt again, but we

The atmosphere was unusually quiet and cold. Wendy wallowed in her thoughts, mumbling a lot of things. “Could it be that the strange man knows that I am married to Hilton and he wanted to take me as a prey to get to my husband?” “Is it possible that Hilton had offended the man?” She didn't know how to connect the dots. Nevertheless, Hilton was her husband and she was determined to be on his side. Soon she fell asleep. Inside a mansion. Jason was in his study room with his attention fixed on his laptop. His phone buzzed and he checked what the notification was about.

Callie chose to stay silent, not entirely sure what to make of this enigmatic figure. She wasn’t in the mood for a conversation with this man, so she offered a polite excuse, ‘I’ve still got work to finish. Excuse me...’ However, the man didn’t seem too pleased with her dismissal. He stepped in her path and insisted, ‘Dr Hawthorne, I’ve come to see a doctor. Would you please spare a moment to take a look at me?’