Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

Hawthorne turned to the door as soon as it opened and Safiya entered with some of their men, their guns immediately focused on their unexpected visitor who was now busy drinking the blood as if he didn't care about what was happening. Safiya directed her eyes toward him, trying to hide her worries but she failed. "Hayes," Hawthorne sighed disappointedly, he waved his hand, signaling them to leave. Safiya once more looked at their unexpected visitor then she glanced at him like she was making sure he was safe before she commanded their people to leave. They knew that guy but they didn't know that he was part of his past. "Leave us," Hawthorne commanded the three women but as he expected, they

“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...”

I snapped at him, annoyed he was able to grab my attention like he had. “Very well, let’s see where was I? Oh yes, one day I saw the God Anubis and was convinced I had died, I was starving and hallucinating. Anubis approached me and asked if I wanted to avenge my family and escape the dreadful place I was in. Of course, I told him I did, and before I knew it, he was biting into my neck and feeding me his blood. Only when I had awakened did I realize what had happened. I had heard rumors from the guards of monsters that hid in the dark, killing those that crossed their path or making them into the same kind of monster. Confused, I stared at an ordinary man that sat across from me, laughing wi

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.

I ran down the dark and narrow alleyway, that was littered with trash. My blonde hair that had been styled to absolute perfection this morning, was now a mess blowing in the nights breeze.The September breeze was cold,but the cold was the least of my worries.. There was blood on my hands..Blood of the man that I had just married a few hours previous. Blood of the man that has been making my life a living hell for two years.

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.