Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

Killian moved in front of me as Rowan shifted partially, but I already recognized the scent filling the corridor. Hawthorne stepped into view with four wolves beside him. His eyes settled on Helena first then Elaine. Finally, they found me. His smile widened. “My dead wife, my useless daughter, and Sara Miller in one room,” Hawthorne said. “The Moon Goddess is finally apologizing to me.”

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

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.

I pushed it open slowly, just a crack, and the sight that met me made my jaw drop. I stood there, paralyzed, my eyes wide as I took in the sight I never thought possible. Holloway the woman who carried herself like a statue of ice and judgement was completely unraveled. She was entirely naked, her pale skin flushed a deep, feverish pink. She was positioned on top of a man, her back arched and her head thrown back in a silent, agonizing pleasure. With every wild, downward thrust, her breasts bounced against his chest, the movement raw and uninhibited. The man’s hands were buried in her hips, guiding her with a rough, desperate rhythm that made the bed frame groan. The air in the room was thic

THE MAN IN YELLOW

.... (Aurora's POV) My heart completely sank. Leaping and almost bursting through my chest, for I have crossed part with the devil himself. And no, he is nothing like the tales told, he is not an ugly red man with horns but rather a beautiful man with luscious hair who can easily bewitch one with just a single stare. His golden brown eyes, which I clearly remembered changing color, shone brighter when he smiled even though I could tell those smiles were fake, all a sham to manipulate another victim....

Doc, “it’s definitely overwhelming for her Henry, you can’t expect her to trust just ANY MAN after what’s happened to her. She’s going to need therapy and god knows how long it will take her to recover fully, if ever.” Sheriff, “I know, but I’m not ANY MAN, I’m the Sheriff, if she should trust a MAN it should be me. I just wish she’d tell me more so I can catch these bastards and put them away. I hate the thought of people like that being a part of and possibly living in our town”.

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.

Atlas, Kenny, and Vanya formed a half-circle, their guns leveled at our former teacher, ready to paint the snow with his blood the second his eyes turned black. Hawthorn didn't flinch. He slowly raised both hands, palms out, looking at the wall of gun barrels with eerie, unnerving composure. "Lower your weapons," Hawthorn said, his gravelly voice calm. "I am not what you think I am." "Like hell you aren't!" Kenny yelled, his arms shaking as he aimed his shotgun. "Look at your neck, Professor! You're rotted! You're one of them!" "Look at my eyes, Kenny," Hawthorn commanded sharply, his dark pupils holding steady. "Am I snarling? Am I lunging for your throat? If I were turned, we wouldn't be h

That was when I heard it — a knock. Three slow, deliberate knocks on the door. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. I wasn’t expecting anyone. The knock came again, louder this time. Swallowing hard, I crept toward the door, peering through the peephole. My stomach dropped. Standing just outside my door was the same man in the black hoodie. His face was obscured, hands shoved into his pockets. He remained still, an ominous presence. I stumbled back, my pulse racing. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Eli’s number, panic rising in my chest.