Hawthorne Pierce Novels & Stories

I start heading up the stairs ready for her response as I head to our room. We are, but we need you to be patient. Some of our newer members are having trouble getting their barings together. We can be patient. But we do miss you both. Hence us calling you two in our minds. I nod as I head into the room. Gently I close the door, seeing Pierce sprawled out on the bed with a dildo in his throat, he is shoving it in himself. Or is he? I watch closer and see that his hand is getting pushed around by nothing.

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

she replied. Pierce looked at the guy she was referring to and let out a low whistle. "He is hot! Is he on steroids or something because that body looks too good to be true" Then he turned to look at Sarah. "I think you have just found yourself a sex god for the night, love" Sarah shook her head in denial. "I believe he is staring at you" Pierce looked at the guy and mouthed "me?" and the guy winked. "Oh my balls" Pierce said, clutching his chest. "He's gay and he's mine for the night" he said with a big grin and stood up to go.

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.”

I tell him the story and watch as his heart breaks for these kids. "Fuck, Harlow. Whatever they want while they're here, they get it." he says. I laugh through my tears and hug his neck. I knew Pierce would be amazing, but the way he so easily opens his heart to every new child we bring into our home never ceases to impress me. "I'll get the lights and the gate." he says, standing out of bed and getting dressed before heading downstairs.

Pierce lowered his gun, his face still completely calm—like he'd just killed a cockroach, not a whole human being. His men moved fast, shooting the others like they'd rehearsed this a hundred times before. My heart was racing. Holy Shit! I had been calling this man Night Owl, pulling pranks, stealing his food and wearing his clothes. I nearly gave him a striptease in his own gym— This whole time, I thought Pierce Carter was just a cold, uptight billionaire with a stick up his ass. But I was wrong. He was a fucking monster! And I had been poking the beast without even knowing.

I quietly got my drink and made my way to the back of the room to take my position as the honorary wallflower. “Hi,” a middle-aged man with glasses said, walking up to me. “Hi,” I said with a friendly smile. I recognized him from his past films. I hadn’t seen him in the movies in quite a while. “I’m Donavan Pierce,” he said, shaking my hand. I giggled. “I know who you are. I’m Hailey Hollis.” He smiled and nodded his head. “I know. I’m happy to have you on board this project. I’m sure you’ve heard the difficulties we’ve had trying to get this thing off the ground. You’ll have to forgive some of the others for not being very welcoming.”