Hawthorne Pierce Novels & Stories

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.”

The gun in Lord Harrington's hand, pointed directly at them. "What are you doing?" Pierce asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was tired, just too tired. "Why are you doing this?" "Why?" Lord Harrington laughed. "Why? Because I'm tired, Pierce. Tired of being the helper. The protector. The man in the background while you get everything." "I don't understand "

This new evidence we have against Pierce Thorne will hopefully be the beginning of his true downfall. Marius and I watch the TV as the news shows Pierce being arrested again. His face is calm, almost smug, as if he’s above the law. Just like last time, the police can't keep him in jail ‘cause he manages to pay his bail again. He even dares to give a short interview to the reporters swarming him at the police station’s porch. "My son lost his direction when he married Hazel Montgomery. I wouldn't be surprised if he ends up like Carter Whitlock—betrayed and depressed… and dead.”

“I already gave you the chance to make amends. If you die, what happens to Holly? She’s already lost her mom… How dare you make her lose her dad, too? How dare you?” “I… I just wanted to make it up to you…” Pierce sobbed. I shook my head. “I don’t need you anymore, Pierce. But Holly needs her dad. Go back.” I couldn’t stand Holly being an orphan. Pierce had to live and atone for what he had done to us both. Summoning the last of my strength, I shoved Pierce back toward life. In that moment, the chains binding my soul shattered completely. And in the hospital emergency room, Pierce’s heart began beating again.

When the traitor opened fire, Jules McKenna threw herself between me and the bullet. She grabbed the shooter, dragged him off the pier with her, and the two of them went down together. Neither one came back up. The day her body was pulled from the water, I knelt until the gravel bit into my knees. I swore that whoever was behind it would pay in blood. Three years later, I hung the heads of the ten men left from that syndicate outside my front gate, a warning to anyone who might get ideas. People respected me. They feared me. They called me the ruthless tyrant of Hallahan City, a man who'd kill without blinking. On the anniversary of Jules's death, I bought myself a bottle of poison and