Hawthorne Novels & Stories

I gladly take her hand and let her pull me down to sit right beside her. The space remaining between us is comfortable and close, close enough for me to feel her natural body warmth while taking in her perfect, intoxicating scent of honeysuckle. The pure essence of my mate makes me shiver, my body rattling with bliss. “So, Hawthorne, huh?” Iris asks, her eyes peeking over the top of her menu to look at me, holding nothing but pure mischief in them. “Yeah, Hawthorne,” I reply with immense pride.

The scent inside the boutique was thick, almost suffocatingly sweet—a dense, humid mixture of crushed eucalyptus leaves, wet moss, and greenhouse earth. It was an artificial oasis designed to screen out the harsh gray exhaust of the city outside, yet to Elias Hawthorne, it felt entirely like a funeral parlor.

I was too far away to hear anything but the squeals. When they calmed down, Karen Billings removed her top. Mary Beth was slender and had small breasts and small nipples. Karen was much bigger. Her large breasts were also not as white as Mary Beth's. Karen's showed tan lines of a halter top. Karen's nipples were bigger and slightly darker than Mary Beth's. The others never took off anything. I remember beating off there in the woods, and often for the next couple of months, until Mary Beth started dating me and gave me a private showing.

The Ocracoke Inlet was a "System-Collapse" of white-capped waves and "Mechanical" screaming. The White Lotus wallowed in the trough of a ten-foot swell, its "Zero-Point" engines coughing "Data-Stains" of black smoke into the salt air. Thomas’s small "Independent" act of sabotage had created a "Logic-Gate" of opportunity, and Ethan Hawke was not a man to miss an opening in the "Common Ledger."

Lucy Hale “We’re here,” Elias stated quietly. He smoothly parked the car in front of the Hawthorne estate, turning off the engine. I bit my lips anxiously, feeling it a bit chapped. The Hawthorne estate rose before us exactly as it did in my memories. Vast, elegant, and mercilessly unchanged. My fingers tightened around the door handle, feeling it too heavy to push open. The wrought iron gates, the pale stone walls, the carefully trimmed hedges framing the path into silent witnesses.

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.”

Go get busy. Aidan was waiting for him downstairs. "This year's ginkgo leaves are even more beautiful. Do you want to go for a walk? You, Nate, gazed at the sea of golden foliage. The driver of a Bentley pulled up to the curb and got out to wait. A girl and a man approached the vehicle together. Aidan saw him right away. "That's Mr. Max Hawthorne." Max stopped as he noticed Nate across the street.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

I stretched my legs and a moan escaped my lips due to how comfortable it felt. I immediately covered my mouth in embarrassment and peeked at Sebastian who soon released a loud chuckle, making me blush in embarrassment. Taking a good look at his features, I realized he was one handsome fellow but he was nothing like the Greek god who beat me to this state. Sebastian was like the other version of Devon, hmm, I like the feel of his n...Sh*t, nevermind. Sebastian had a friendly temperament making anyone feel comfortable with him on first encounter. It was unlike that of Devon who had the aura of 'Don't come closer if you wish to keep living'.

I wanted a cola cause I haven't had one in years so I decided I would have one. I watched as my waitress went outside after her shift to possibly either get in her car or whatever she was doing. I secretly followed her. I saw that she was all alone in the alley by the dumpster. I then knocked her out and put her in my car and drove off. I made it up into the woods to a cabin that wasn't far from the castle I had live in for decades. My waitress I saw her name was Suzy. I took her inside my cabin and tied her to the table all four limbs were out. I would cut her up bit by bit and eat her while she was still alive. But I wanted to keep her breathing long enough befre then. So I just left her