Hawthorne Pierce Novels & Stories

"That's Pierce Whetman, the scion of the Whetman family," Hank muttered into Tyler's ear. "He's good friends with Mr. Hawke. In fact, he's the one who invited Mr. Hawke here for some fun." Meanwhile, Pierce looked at Adrian, a brow already raised. His tone carried a familiar teasing lilt. "Who could be the one checking up on you at this time? I wonder who's the lucky lady that constantly occupies your mind during the gathering."

I had waited for, the sound of a debt finally being collected in full. Pierce didn't flinch. He sat perfectly still, a chilling contrast to the sobbing of my father’s former secretary in the back row. He didn't look like a man who had lost; he looked like a man who was simply waiting for the next move. "Arthur Pierce," Judge Halloway said, her voice dropping into a register of cold finality. "Your crimes have not only claimed lives but have struck at the very heart of this city’s trust. This court sentences you to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole. You will be remanded to custody immediately."

I’d just finished dodging a conversation about donor strategy when I felt it. That shift in the air. The weight of someone watching. “Mrs. Prescott-Callahan.” I turned, slowly. And there he was. Alex Pierce. All sharp angles and measured arrogance. A suit tailored to within an inch of its life. Blood-red tie, silver cufflinks. His smile wasn’t polite—it was performative. And practiced. “Mr. Pierce,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Didn’t know you supported clean water initiatives.” He glanced around the room like he’d only just realized where he was. “I don’t. But I do enjoy rare occasions… and rarer company.”

There was an elegance to him, something that didn’t fit with the ragged appearance of the other prisoners. He didn’t belong here. There was something regal about the way he held himself, even when bloodied and shackled. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. The man hesitated, as if deciding whether to trust me. Then, he sighed and finally spoke. "My name is Pierce." His voice was low, controlled, yet carried an undeniable authority. "I lead the Half-Blood Peace Faction." My breath caught. The Half-Blood Peace Faction.

And why didn't we catch any whiff of her before? The girl Pierce was seen kissing after the New York fashion show is believed to be Tessa Hawthorne as well. I know you are very excited to know about the girl who bagged the billionaire. So here's what we found out! Tessa Hawthorne and Pierce are high school sweethearts and they have been dating since they were younger. However, they were separated when Pierce moved to New York to follow his dream, and years later the flames between them reignited when Tessa moved to New York for her career as well. Now they even have a daughter together. We wish the couple would break their silence about their sweet love story and give us more details about i

Then the door whipped open, and Pierce stood on the other side of the threshold, scowling. He was covered in nothing but ink, body hair, and bulging muscle from the waist up. Well-washed jeans hung low on his hips. He dangled the neck of a half-empty beer in one hand. His bare feet were built like the rest of him—big and overwhelmingly masculine. Brea sucked in a silent, shaking breath. “Hi.” “Brea.” His scowl disappeared. “This is a surprise.” How was it possible that his eyes had been on her a handful of seconds and she somehow felt naked?

“Yeah.” “Why?” “Because…I have two kids on the way.” Harry balked in surprise. “Two kids? Are you having twins?” “No, I’m having a kid with two different women.” “Um…that’s very…congratulations.” “You said you weren’t going to judge,” Pierce reminded him. “I also put that on Scout’s Honor, and I’ve never been in the Scouts.” “Figures.” “So, your midlife crisis kicked in fully, and you’ve been spending your retirement running around San Antonio raw dogging it like a uni freshman. I’m not surprised. That’s very on-brand for you, Pierce. You know…with your breeding kink and all.”

His caretaker was also missing. Travis fell asleep in my arms after crying. He witnessed his grandfather dying. Tristan was quiet. He cooperated with the police officers but I knew, he was fighting hard to remain sane. He was sad but furious. “Mrs. Pierce, I know its not the right time to ask you anything but it’s a murder case and we need to investigate this matter. Mr. Thomas Pierce was a well known figure of this city and his death is a great loss for the society. Can I ask you a few questions if you feel okay?” A lady police officer approached me.

The strong scent of medicine hit me the moment Grace pushed the door open, and my legs almost gave out beneath me. It had only been a few months, but Pierce’s face was gaunt, his cheeks hollow, and his pale lips barely clung to life. He struggled to sit up in bed, his expression twisted with pain. Tiny beads of sweat covered his forehead, and every small movement seemed to bring him agony. Unable to accept the sight before me, Pierce didn’t even look at me. Instead, he stared blankly out the window, watching the rain fall. My soaked clothes dripped steadily, forming a small puddle at my feet as I trembled and slowly stepped toward him.

I whispered pretending to be a bit confused and he smiled more while stepping up to me with a hand out which I mimicked placing my hand in his. “I’m Oliver, Oliver Hawke, you saw me at the wedding Mr. Pierce and I work together” he said, giving me a firm handshake and I smiled nodding my head and the tanned man in front of me. “Well it’s nice to actually meet you Mr. Hawke” I said politely as we let go of each other's hands and I took a step back. “Please just call me Oliver, no need for such formalities” he replied and I nodded with a soft laugh.