Hawthorne Pierce Novels & Stories

She tries to shoo him away with her hand, but he doesn't leave. "I haven't met our new friend yet." He sits down on my side of the bench until I'm forced to slide over, taking my food and drink with me. I shake his outstretched hand while Katy glares at us. "I'm Pierce." "Yes, I heard. It's nice to meet you." I take my hand back as soon as possible. "No it's not," Katy sneers. Pierce looks nice, but Katy acts like he carries the bubonic plague. Although since we've already established she's crazy, I'm not sure how much stock to put into her assessments.

I said with a chuckle, adjusting the strap of the sling bag I was carrying. Grabbing the sling bag, I took a step forward, facing Pierce. His tall stature towering over me made me do a chin-up position as I smiled at him. If his father were still alive and not involved in the incident with my parents, Uncle Paul would have been proud of his son's achievements. Besides having his father's share in MON, Pierce is also one of the leading bachelors in high society. He was already well-known before, but the present is always different from the past.

he asked, glancing at the door Angel and the doctor disappeared to. Apparently Dr Pierce is fifty-something years old and with a generous amount of grey hair. The lad still had the looks, but he was old. Even though it didn't do well enough to calm down my possessiveness over Angel, I was a whole lot calmer than yesterday. It also helped that the lad had a teenage daughter, who was hospitalised.

He walked to the house, into his room,took a quick cold shower and took a nap for a while but unfortunately went into a deep slumber. Drake walked for several hours before he came across an old warehouse which looks like it's over a hundred years old and could collapse anytime. He decided to look for a way to go in to sleep there for the night since he was so tired and his clothes were torn just as his shoes were worn out. He sneaked into the warehouse through a tiny hole when he suddenly heard someone scream. He followed where the scream came from and what he saw shocked him.

I refused to let his name bug me, but Hannah's actions were doing nothing to soothe my now bubbling nerves. I froze with my bottle halfway to my lips when I saw the main photo and headline. It was a photo of Pierce smiling down at a small framed woman while she had her hand in his hair, and the headline read; CEO of multi-million dollar conglomerate, Pierce Blackwood, photographed with first love. My flask slipped from my hand.

They nodded their heads and stepped outside, leaving Stan and I with him. "Peter Harrison, have we met before?" I asked curiously. "No, who the fuck are you?" Honestly I am surprised by his question, does it mean that he doesn't even know me? "Is that a joke, are you seriously telling me that you don't know me?" I feel offended. "Am I supposed to know you?" The annoying part is that he doesn't even sound remorseful. "Hell yeah, you dedicated years of your life trying to ruin me, the least you can do is to at least know me... Well I am the famous Pierce woods." I stated.

Percy steps in, flanked by three broad-shouldered men in dark suits. Mrs. Hargrove walks behind him. “This is Mr. Percy Hawthorne, son of one of our founding fathers. He’s here to welcome new students personally sometimes.” Percy smiles faintly, his eyes locked on mine. “Pleasure to see you.” He says. As Mrs. Hargrove excuses herself. I glare at him. “What are you doing here? This is insane.” He shrugs, stepping closer. “Just checking on a promising student. Imperial’s lucky to have you.”

I recognised him from the newspapers and articles, but the women said he was Mr Holloway. "I'm confused, you're Mr Pierce, but your female helpers called your Holloway?" I don't get why. "No questions, turn," he stands and waits. Sighing, I turn around and feel his eyes on my body. Mr Pierce is a wealthy man. Often showcased in articles with a different woman on his arm. He's also known for his relationships ending quickly. He changes his women faster than the tyres on an F1 car are during a race. Still, he's hot; everyone votes for him as the hottest guy.

"Did you say that man over there came with her?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know who he is?" "Just some brainless pair albeit on going into Sparks." Instead of replying him, Pierce rubbed his hardened jaw gently. "He looks more like Mishael Wade, the renowned scientist, to me. Don't you think?"

Peirce looked around, “The mister that led us here, is he still with his pregnant wife?” Lazarus nodded. Peirce stared to him, his eyes widened, “Your hair… your beards? You lowered it?!” Lazarus nodded. “Cool…” Peirce turned his face down surprised why Lazarus was not saying anything but nodding. “Uh… hm Mister?!—” Lazarus tilted his face to him, “You! What are you?!” Peirce eyes widened as words came out from his mouth, subconsciously. “I-I am an ordinary Inhumane—”