Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

*** 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.

If my wolf hadn’t been quick enough, he’d be barely more than ash beneath my feet. And he knows it.. Swallowing hard, Hawthorne’s chest is heaving as he looks down at me, his eyes wide. “Couldn’t you sense who it was, Apple? Not many witches can open a portal inside the center of a packhouse, especially not one warded by Araminta Thorpe!”

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.

I purred in satisfaction. He didn't smell like a pack member, and I highly doubt he'll be a human, cause humans don't come here. So who is this man? He jerked away from me as though he just regained himself, then he started shifting. He was shifting into something else, not a wolf. "Run. Get away from me as fast as possible." He shouted. He staggered back, creating some space between us. I walked towards him, whimpering softly. I just met you, I can't leave now. You're my mate.

Wendy said with a catch in her throat, "Our families are long-time friends. You can't just leave me like this. Otherwise, I'll tell my father!" Lucian finally caved in. He said to me, "Nina, I'll take her to the hospital. Stay here and have fun. I'll be back soon." I nodded, hoping that they would leave quickly, so I could go home and rest too. Once they all left, I was planning to leave too. Right at this moment, the doors to the room open. A group of homeless men entered! They immediately locked their eyes on me and snickered lewdly. "That woman wasn't lying. Not only are we getting paid, but we also get to sleep with such a gorgeous woman! We're in luck!"

I gasped and yanked my hand back. A flash—no, a vision—burned across my mind: two wolves locked in battle, blood soaking the earth, howls echoing into a crimson sky. Then a third wolf, silver-eyed and alone, was burying something beneath the stones. I staggered back. Silas caught me, strong arms steadying me before I fell. “What did you see?” he asked, voice urgent. “I…” I struggled to breathe. “There were wolves. Fighting. And something buried here. A talisman, I think.”

----- The rain hasn’t stopped by morning. It falls in sheets against the windshield as I drive toward the docks, the kind of place where sunlight never lingers long. Hale’s warning echoes in my head, but I silence it with the engine’s growl. Some things you can’t outsource. Some debts you settle face-to-face. The warehouse sits at the edge of the harbor, metal siding rusted, windows blacked out. Two men guard the door, broad and armed. They straighten when I approach. “I’m here for DeLuca,” I say.

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.

Hawthorne never said anything after that. Then, I looked at the unconscious man. After taking a deep breath, I tiptoed to the door before latching it. I spent some time searching around the living room. In the end, I used a pair of scissors to cut the couch's cover into cloth strips so that I could tie the man up. After that, I stuffed a bundle of cloth into his mouth. Once I was done with everything, I let out a small sigh of relief. Then, I pulled out a spare phone from the internal layer of my clothes before placing a call.