Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

“Anytime I snap my fingers, you drop to all fours and present that ass. You will be plugged, collared, and leashed twenty-four seven. You will clean my house and warm my cock with your mouth.” At his words, little pre-cum rolled down my shaft and splattered onto the floor. Mr. Hawthorne noticed and smirked “Already leaking. Good. That means you understand.” He reached into the folder and pulled out the collar. It was thick black leather about two inches wide. The tag was already engraved: **Hawthorne’s Property Good Boys Only**. “On your knees, pup.” I went down instantly. Mr. Hawthorne crouched in front of me. He slid the collar around my throat.

world had returned with a vengeance: the rhythmic slap of the tide against the Maine cliffs, the wind whispering through the hemlocks, and the chaotic, unscripted chatter of people in the streets. Ethan Hawke stood on the porch of a small, hand-built cabin on the outskirts of Gull’s Reach. His "strong frame" was leaner now, his "muscular" arms hardened by a year of felling timber and hauling stone. He wore a simple wool shirt, the soot of the "City of Stone" long since washed away by the salt of the Atlantic. The Economy of Grace

A ripple across her skin, like the air thickened. She didn’t see him at first. Just tall figures and silhouettes blending with the crowd. Then she looked up. And the world seemed to freeze. --- Drugo Hawthorne stepped inside. It was him. Him. The man from last night. The trembling hands. The breath on her neck. The heat of his skin. The weight of his body. The man she had tried desperately to forget. He wasn’t stumbling now. He wasn’t drugged. He wasn’t vulnerable.

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

- The Silent Man" With horrified looks, they rip open the box and to no surprise, they find the box filled with ashes of their son. The crowd waited impatiently to find out what was going on. With trembling hands, Mrs. Derrick read the note again, hoping whatever she had read before would magically change. Mrs. Derrick fell on the ground, going completely unconcious. Mr. Derrick screamed for someone to call the police, unable to look back at the package. A couple of people in the very confused crowd dialed 911. Ambulances followed by police cars arrived at the house not long later, sirens filling the neighborhood. Mrs. Derrick was carried out into the ambulance. The crowd scattered swiftly o

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

Even its companion pauses in shock until the shadow gargoyle vanishes. A man comes into view dressed all in black. With his long sword, he slices the head off the other gargoyle in front of Sera. A scream echoes in the alley as it too, begins to writhe in pain. The man glances up from the tip of his sword as the creature vanishes. The blue eyes shine through the dark alley. I know those eyes—it's my dream guy. "Where did you come from?" Sera calls across the alley. Strangely, the enclosed space is beginning to grow brighter by the second. "What's your name?"