Hawthorne Pierce Novels & Stories

She walked the city streets like she used to before she met Zane—just her thoughts and the night wind. But she wasn’t alone. As she turned a corner near the river, a figure stepped into her path. A tall woman. Blonde. Striking. In a black coat and stilettos sharp enough to kill. “Lena Hart,” the woman said with a cool smile. “You’re even prettier up close.” Lena blinked. “I’m sorry—do I know you?” The woman offered her hand like royalty. “Victoria Pierce.” The name struck like lightning. Zane’s ex. The one the media called his perfect match. The one who vanished from the spotlight after their breakup. And now—standing here in front of her like she’d stepped off a magazine cover.

His eyes fell upon the whip lying on the carpet, and the darkness in them deepened. “You used that on her.” It wasn’t a question. “You’ll regret this, Ashcroft!” Lowe gasped. “Do you think your family name will protect you from the council?” “No.” Pierce tightened his grip on Lowe’s broken wrist, drawing another cry from him. “But being Pierce Ashcroft means very few people survive long enough to complain.” Lowe attempted to kick him. Pierce caught his leg and threw him across the study. His body struck the wall hard enough to crack the plaster. A bookcase collapsed beside him, sending heavy volumes and splintered wood across the floor.

"The big young alpha of the Hawthorne pack is back! He is taking over the Hawthorne Mooncrest Dominion today!" Piper is the new young human intern in my department. She is the only one who stays nice to me after the big mess at the Crimson Moon Banquet Hall last night. She sighs like she is dreaming. "Declan Hawthorne is a total legend! He left the territory when he was eighteen. By twenty-two, he got two huge degrees in Pack Management and Territory Growth. He built his own giant pack business called the Hartwell Group when he was twenty-six, and no wolf has ever done what he did! Now he is back to rule the whole Dominion. And oh my gosh, he is so handsome and never has any bad rumors! He i

"Then suddenly, Pierce dropped the suit. Withdrew all claims. Signed an NDA and disappeared." "Shaw paid her off." "Maybe. Or maybe he threatened her. Either way, I found Caroline Pierce. She's living in Portland now. Using a different name. Working as a seamstress." "You talked to her?" "No. But I found her contact information. I thought maybe you should talk to her. Find out what Shaw did. How he operates. What he's capable of." I looked at the screen. At Caroline Pierce's photo. She looked tired. Worn down. Like someone who'd fought a war and lost.

Each attempt to free himself only seemed to make it worse, and amid the choking, he managed to gasp out, "I was going to tell you." Hawthorne, his eyes cold and unwavering, responded by tightening his hold even further, refusing to let Ryan speak. "Tell me what?!" Hawthorne's voice thundered. "That I was a fool for trusting you? I trusted you, and you had to betray me!" His accusations rang out as Ryan stared helplessly. Ryan urgently tapped on Hawthorne's hands, and after a few agonizing minutes, Hawthorne released him. As the rush of adrenaline subsided, the pain from his abdomen intensified. Weakness coursed through him, and his vision blurred.

He was captain, and we thought he would be some stuck-up idiot, but he turned out to be the softest, most annoying but loving person ever. When he asked us to move in with him, we didn’t think twice about it. Hayes and I were no longer roommates, at least at the house, but when we were on the road, we always shared a room while the rich boy got a room of his own, and we used to tease him about it. “Pierce’ wife just had another baby.” Hayes announced, and I laughed at the face he made. Pierce was a team member who had been on our team since he was traded four years ago, and in those four years, his wife has given birth twice—okay, make that three.

I froze. She tilted her head slightly, watching me with something close to amusement. “Adrian Pierce. The heir to everything his father and I built — the one I raised to know his place. And then you come along — a classless girl from God-knows-where — and suddenly he’s forgetting who he is.” I felt my chest tighten painfully. “Mrs. Pierce, I swear, I didn’t—” “Didn’t what?” she cut in sharply. “Didn’t encourage him? Didn’t fall for him? Don’t insult my intelligence, dear. I’ve been watching you long enough.”

The secretary replied, "I swear, his wife is just too pretty! I think she's running a studio or something. Get this, girls, she just woke up when I arrived, so she wasn't wearing any makeup! She looks stunning even without makeup!" Millie watched the chat for a long while. She finally realized why these people considered themselves to be rejected by Pierce. Many of them were people Pierce had unintentionally saved when he was in the army. Pierce had been an anti-smuggling police officer and a spy for many years. He managed to raid multiple hideouts, and he even destroyed the biggest smuggling organization in Solandra at the time. Because of his severe injuries, he was reassigned to the Arbel

Mirena prided herself on her composure, but as the figure drew nearer—and the faint but unmistakable mark on his neck came into view—she felt her jaw tighten. Jesus, please don't tell her that he spent the night here. This was Harrison Pierce—the "Lion of Wall Street," current chairman of the International Chamber of Commerce, and Aunt Eleanor's lifelong rival. The two were like oil and water, incapable of sharing a room without sparks flying—or so she'd always believed.

“Prince Matthew took a scratch! He would be dead if Lucian hadn’t shielded him! And now there are no healers?” Silence answered him. “Where is the Hawthorne foot soldier who treated Lucian on the battlefield?” Pierce demanded. “The one who stabilized him?” A hesitant voice replied, “He is… a Hawthorne bastard, sir. Forbidden from practicing medicine by family law.” “Call him,” I said. Every head snapped toward me. “I don’t give two shits about some dusty rules while my husband is dying.” Pierce looked at me, startled and then smiled slowly. “You heard the princess.”