Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

“I can find him for you if you’d like?’ “Oh, that's unnecessary. He always knows when I'm around.” Nodding, I put my pen back to my notonad. “What can I get you to drink?” “Four whiskeys,” the man answered, giving me a once over. I hated when men did that. It always gave me the creeps. “Alright I'll be back.” I said. The man winked. “Can’t wait.” With my brows creased, I turned on my heels back to the bar.

Sorry, sorry. "Hello, I'm Charlotte." I neared the man and forwarded my hand for a polite handshake, when he stood up, I took a step back and stared up at him. Damn he was huge. I stared up at him not daring to stare in his eyes. I'm that awkward person that instantly gets shy around new people and I hate it. I hate how my heart is beating so fast right now like I'm about to get a fucking heart attack, I also hate the fact that I'm sure my cheeks are pink. I have a pale skin and I hate it!

I nodded approvingly when it make out a comfort in my heart after the pressure within me, and insight came into mind as I said, “Someone just struck by the beauty that just appear in this place... Is it helping me to felt good, or just welcoming me?” Scanning around, the blue light came to vision that barely seen, around the blue light is a familiar figure I barely believe is right at the summit this of all time. I murmured his name, “Alarkin...”

“Quit ignoring me, you are in as much danger as I am.” I guess the Berserkers have started their work. I doubled over as the pain in my head increased. “Hey are you okay?” A man I hadn’t met asked me. I forced myself to stand upright. “Yes, sorry.” I smiled. As I picked up my pace heading to the prison. As I reached the door to the prison, I heard Dagon yell, “I stole nothing, you idiots have the wrong person.” Before he yelled. “You are not just hurting me.”

THE HAWTHORNE'S MANSION "So up till now, you don't have a valuable reason why Claw showed up that day at their engagement dinner and even after their arranged marriage was canceled, he hasn't shown up until now?" Mr Salvatore Delm questioned as he appeared like he hadn't had enough sleep in days which he hadn't had. Both of the men precisely, Mr. Salvatore Delm and Mr. Hawthorne. The sudden appearance of Claw, the deranged and psychotic son of the Wellington's was not something that anyone was supposed to be intrigued about.

Coward. Coward. The man who couldn’t face the consequences of what he did. And I—left in the silence—held Perion in my arms as the sun rose fully over the treetops. Blood soaked through my shirt. His blood. His warmth fading by the second. All I had left of him were the last words, the broken promises, and the way his hand fell from mine with finality. They hadn’t come for me. They’d come for him. They wanted me to watch.

The only time I ever saw him sober was during his anniversary with my mom. And even then, he couldn’t be a good husband for one day. The sound of movement at the back of the room draws my attention. I flinch inwardly as the three men rise from their table. The shift in the room is immediate. Everyone turns, watching the Hawthorne brothers walk toward the stage. They move slowly and unhurried, like men who know the entire room belongs to them. Adrian Hawthorne leads the way. Up close, he’s even more intimidating than I expected. He’s taller than the other two, broad-shouldered, dressed in a perfectly tailored blue suit with one hand tucked into his pocket. His dark eyes settle on my face, bef

You can choose to play saint or be a man…’ the SUV man read on his phone as he sat in his SUV dressed in prison guard uniform. Clenching his fist, he struck his steering once he saw the image that followed the text. It was a video clip of a woman, pregnant and dying of exhaustion in a cell guarded by men in army camouflage and masks. The SUV man looked around him from the car. He couldn’t dare show this to anyone, not even the cops. His only hope was in front of him; Atwater Penitentiary and Henry his comrade.

*** We left the Hanawi Falls an hour later as the speed limit was 30 kilometers per hour and I didn’t like driving at night, even though everything was well lit. “I’ll try to take a day off this week to take you to Wai'anapanapa State Park” I said parking the jeep in the resort’s parking lot and I turned off the lights as it was starting to get dark and turned towards him “It's a bit away, but it's beautiful, the sand is black and there are caves with salt water pools and breakwaters...” "You love Hawaii, don’t you?" He interrupted looking at me in the jeep darkness. "It's the only place I've ever felt like home," I replied smiling at him and opened the door. "Are you hungry? You want...?”

They wanted it found. I don’t touch the rose. I leave it where it is and drive to work with my heart beating too loudly in my chest. By the time I reach The Black Halo that night, the city feels wrong. Not louder. Quieter. Like it’s listening. Security is doubled again. New faces at the doors. Men I haven’t seen before positioned near the bar, near the stairwell, near the staff hallway. They don’t look at me openly, but I feel the weight of their awareness like pressure against my back.