Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

(Come in. The man opened the door and gestured for me to enter,but I didn't move, I didn't even flinch. The man came behind me ,put his hand on my back and I have to say slowly nudged me into the room. Once inside I didn't really know how to react at what was in front of me. It was the man from the shooting, lying in bed, bare chested with a robe around him,next to him some sort of medical equipment,his hand hooked to an IV.

“I knew I couldn't trust you two knuckleheads, so I made some moves of my own.” Celeste exhaled a shaky breath. She lifted her head slowly. The man snapped his fingers. A short woman in a tight skirt strode through the doors. She handed a device to the man. He patted her backside lightly. Celeste stared, curiously. Alex circled the table. “It appears the Hawthorne mansion is more penetrable than we thought. I had it bugged.” Alex leaned forward. “Sweet. So we can hear everything?” The man nodded. An evil grin tugged at his lips.

“Mr. Hawthorne, should I… are you still reviewing proposals?” Mr. Hawthorne didn’t even bother turning around. His voice came out like a blade cutting through the air. “I think I’ve rejected enough trash for today. Do I have to go blind before they stop submitting nonsense?” I froze, then cleared my throat. “You haven’t seen mine yet, sir. I didn’t know you were going through proposals today. I only just found out.” That did it. He turned around, slowly. And for a split second, my breath caught. Those ocean-blue eyes locked on me, sharp and cold, and his jawline—God—he looked like he’d been carved out of stone. Handsome, arrogant, dangerous.

“Jeremy, it’s you! You went in to purposely cause trouble for Rye, right? You want to kill Rye and you don’t want him to have a good life! How can you be so cruel? “15 years ago, the old man from your family used a heinous method to steal the opportunity from the Joneses bidding on Project ZF in order to solidify Whitman Corporation’s status in Glendale. He caused our old master to die in melancholy. Today, the descendants of the Whitmans are still trying to harm the descendants of the Joneses, huh? You’re so sinister!” After the journalists heard this, they all exclaimed while feeling shocked. “So this is the beef between the Whitmans and the Joneses!”

As he progressed a little further, he began to watch the scene he saw with curiosity. A man was out hunting. He was collecting the birds he had shot in one shot. A person with boots up to the knees, an outfit in brown tones suitable for these places, and a hat in the same tone on his head. He began to watch carefully. The man bent down and walked slowly, looking at the great tree. He stopped suddenly and took aim. He fired the rifle and calmly picked up the bird that had fallen to the ground behind him and put it in the basket. Then he kissed his rifle and set it on the ground. He didn't come around very often, but when he did, he had never seen anyone like this. After the man put t

Hawthorne’s embrace. Mr. Hawthorne quickly got to his feet, followed by Jasmine. Their hands clasped together again, their warm gaze seemingly resolving all misunderstandings between them. “First, we need to get out of this building before—“ Mr. Hawthorne’s words were cut off as the door beside them was thrown open roughly. A man sent by Thomas seemed surprised to find that the source of the noise was the person he was searching for. Without wasting any time, the man threw a hard punch at Mr. Hawthorne.

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.

There was no other choice but to face the consequences of my own actions. I turned to look at my incoming doom. The man realized we had stopped and slowed down his quick pace. The stranger adjusted his long overcoat and smoothed down his ruffled hair. The man joked, “For a moment I thought you wouldn’t turn back.” “Well?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “Forgive me,” drawled the stranger. “I’m Soren Hawthorne, you might have heard of me?” “Your name doesn’t ring any bells.” Hawthorne laughed, “Perhaps that’s for the best. In the habit of making a good first impression, might I know your name and the name of the little lady beside you?”

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

In the picture, Harold was listening intently to a doctor in a white coat, while Jacob sat obediently beside him. Susan's face was only half visible in the corner of the frame, but she was smiling brightly. The caption read. "I thought I'd hit rock bottom, only to realize a new path was waiting just ahead. I'm so lucky that you're always here." I thought I'd be angry when I saw the post. Yet, to my surprise, I felt nothing. It felt like I was observing two strangers who no longer had any connection to me. I liked the post and commented, "Such a lovely family. Congratulations."