Hawthorne Man Novels & Stories

I wasn’t paying attention to the movie anymore. I was asking myself if it would be possible to spend the rest of my life with this man. The possibility of such a big dream and its effect on my life. Hollis was no saint. He doesn't claim to be one. I've seen him kill someone before. I closed my eyes and nestled my head, inhaling my favored fragrance. I could hear his heart pound, quick beats at first. After a while, the booming in his chest steadied and sounded more like a lullaby. Then he broke the silence.

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....

Of course, I was surprised by our seemingly intimate closeness, especially now that we were in a public space. Then he spoke again. "And, the divorce should have been easy since the culprit was Jhon, not you. I'm sure you'll win against Jhon." I could feel her warm breath on my earlobe and inhaled the fragrance she was wearing. The musk and woody scent seemed very softly soothing. I swallowed, feeling as if his hand was rubbing my back in a gentle motion. This man was really unsettling.

The heavy wooden door creaked open, sending a hush rippling through the tense courtroom. All eyes turned towards the entrance as Serena's breath caught in her throat. A stooped, gray-haired man shuffled in slowly, his shoulders weighed down by age and sorrow. It was John Hawthorne, her family's loyal driver and trusted confidante for as long as she could remember. Despite his wrinkled brow, thinning hair, and the stoop of his aging frame, those warm brown eyes still held the same gentle kindness that used to greet her after school on the hard days.

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.

Today, what brought him to his unverse with nothing but the smell of dirty laundry, and a mold-growing over due popcorn, was Mr Hart's pounce on his door. "Brat!" Mr Hart wasn't one with a silver tongue, a quality Adrian secretly admired. He had always loved those who bites back when bitten, without holding back a muscle. "Your rent is due, and it has been more than two weeks now!" When he got no response, he could only pour out his morning frustrations at the door, in fury. "I know you are in there, I can smell your wretchedness. I'll be back tomorrow, you better be home with my money."

Guilt gnaws at my mind for being glad that it wasn't me that was taken, but I'm too scared to die. Once the young man is out of the cell, he's dropped to the floor. Our captor bends down to the young man, forcing his head to the side. The orange-eyed man opens his mouth, revealing two long fangs. He bites down on the young man's neck, causing him to scream out in pain. Even with the cloth in his mouth, the young man's scream still pierces my ears.