Kelly Hawthorne Novels & Stories

And now I was paying the price. Alone. Hungry. Powerless. The silence broke again. This time, it wasn’t the guard. It was heels. Click. Click. Click. Sharp. Slow. Confidence. No. Not her. The door opened wider, and Kelly walked like she was stepping onto a stage. She looked… perfect. Her hair curled, her dress spotless, her makeup flawless. She walked in like she owned the world. My world. “Well, well,” she said sweetly. “Still alive, I see. I told them you’d last longer than expected.”

] I put my phone away. "Helen Hart." Ronin frowned. "Clean the floor. I'm not saying it again. Kelly got sick at a business dinner. You sit home all day making trouble. Don't use the pregnancy as an excuse to be lazy." Like he was doing me a favor, he added, "Behave today, and I'll let this slide." I stared at the rag and didn't move. Just then, Kelly walked over with Ronin's cashmere shawl around her shoulders, her hair messy from sleep. She looked more at home in his apartment than I ever had.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Kelly has made it her sole duty to eliminate the people I care about the most. Officer Reynolds is among the cops the show up in Harris Park. His tiny deputy stands beside him with his newly grown mustache. I don't want to be interviewed about my mother. So, all I will tell them is the truth that Kelly needs to be taken down. "Lily Green, I have a few questions for you." "No...my mother was just murdered. I am not talking to you right now. If you want to know who it was...go find Kelly Butterfield."

When I look at Cal it makes sense for him to be one of the typically strong Wolves hired by Alphas to hunt down specific individuals. Did Grayson send him? "How much I am paid is none of your business. Now you can either hand the girl over, or I shoot you in the heart," Cal says. Obviously Reilly feels the weight of the threat. Cal has displayed his skill with an arrow beforehand, and with no way to protect himself, Reilly has nothing to do but obey the hired Huntsman. "And piss him off?" There is is again. Him. Who is this man no one is telling me about?

Standing there atop the stairs, she said, “Evening, everyone.” “Kelly, darling,” Mrs. Greenwood said. “My, you do look radiant. Heard your fiancé isn’t here tonight. What a shame. Where is he, by the way? And who is that behind you?” Kelly politely said, “Yes, it is a shame Sam can’t be here. He is in Hawaii, sorting out business there.” That out of the way, she proceed to move to one side. As she was doing so, she said, “Why, Mrs. Greenwood, it’s Alexandra Stewart, of course.”

“There’s this one—Professor Hale. Teaches English Lit. He’s only, like, thirty? Everyone says he’s tall, dark, tattoos under his shirts, the whole package.” Kelly gasped, smacking her hand against her thigh. “A professor? Holy fuck. That’s so much hotter than some dumb frat boy. Imagine—” She leaned toward me with devilish eyes. “—you, Jo, bent over his desk while he lectures you about Shakespeare.” “Kelly!” My whole face went hot. “You’re insane.” “No, I’m a visionary,” she shot back. “You need someone older, experienced. A man who knows how to handle a tight little virgin like you—”

“I am a fan of beautiful sights. You've caught my attention.” “Aren't you a charmer?” The woman's eyes softened the more. “You are such a smooth talker.” “Yes, I agree,” Ethan replied, with his hands in his pants pockets. “But I say only the truth.” “Hmmm,” the lady smiled. "I'm Kelly. I'm glad you noticed me, Ethan.” “You are welcome.” Ethan flashed her a smile, his testosterone flowing at the highest frequency. “Are you a friend of Blake Carter?” Kelly asked. “I saw both of you arrive together.”

Kelly told me. “Kel! Find me a call girl,” Calisto exclaimed as Kelly smacked his forehead. “You are gross.” Kelly looked at him with a disgusted face. “Hyacinth,” Raven called as I turned to him. I let go of Calisto as Kelly smacked him many times to walk straight.

She doesn’t seem to loathe the contact either, or perhaps she forgot about my hand surrounding her nape. “We have the post, sir.” “And that’s important enough to interrupt me?” I don’t hide the venom in my tone. Valerie elbows me again. “Stop being a dick.” And then she directs her sunshine smile to my assistant. “Thank you, Kevin.” “My pleasure, Mrs. Cantrell.” “His name is Hawthorne,” I say. “That’s his last name, and this isn’t the twentieth century,” she shoots back. How did she even know that? “Besides, Leo is a cute nickname.”