Kelly Hawthorne Novels & Stories

He waved at the bartender and said in a croaking voice, “Another beer. And something for my friend here.” “Whiskey sour.” The woman turned on the stool until she faced Carter. “I’m Kelly, by the way.” “Carter.” Her eyes widened. “Oh, I know who you are now. I’d heard you were in town, but I didn’t believe it. What’s a big star pitcher like you doing in tiny ole Hazel Island? Are you on vacation?” “Worse: I’m working.” “On baseball?” He chuckled darkly. “No, I’m benched. You didn’t hear that part, darlin’? No, I’m working on this movie that’s been filming.”

Kelly The night air was crisp and calm as I embarked on my usual evening stroll through the garden hallways, heading toward the eastern border. Even I, the cunning and feisty Kelly Viotto, needed moments of solitude to clear my mind and relax. This might not align with the expectations many have of me, which is the main reason why I chose to hide this side of myself from everyone. Because beneath my tough exterior, a woman who was particularly fond of night flowers hid.

She ruined my life, and a part of me was actually happy she was gone, out of my life forever. I know that sounds immoral but no one knows what it's like living under the reign of Hailee Johnson. Every smile that lit up her features was the evil kind. It's like she ran on icy malice instead of any kind of genuine affection. I used to think maybe she was a baby that was left to cry or a personality disorder the doctors couldn't fix. Either way, she had as much empathy as an ancient mace. I sighed and laid my head on my desk, this was stressing me out. If only Tyler knew who took me that night, then this would all be over, but I guess it doesn’t work out like that.

She gushed. "What's on it?" I asked curiously. "you're mine" she stared at me waggling her brows. My heart dropped. I knew who it was. Kade wasn't sweet enough to send roses and the dude just broke up with me. Lucian. I'd managed to avoid all contact with him for the past one year. I had to attend a college that's far from home so I wouldn't bump into him. Now he's back. I only hoped this was a sick joke.

"I left something upstairs. I'll go grab it." Shawn glanced my way again, his expression complicated. But when I didn't react at all, he let out a soft sigh and turned to leave. I pressed the button for the 12th floor. Kelly stood behind me, completely silent. Only when the elevator was about to reach my floor did she finally speak. "I've looked into you. Sela Wheatley, 35 years old, orphaned, no formal job, and raised in a severely love-deprived environment since you were a kid."

She snorted because of the typical smell of the building. "Who are you?" Hawthorne questioned, giving Sullivan a rambling look. "My name's Kyaellani, I'm a friend of Mace. It's nice seeing you here, I mean, seeing you safe and recovered." She flipped her creamy like white hair with the length over her waist. She fixed the hem of her dress and sat on the bed mattress. "Old ladies shouldn't be here, why did you bring her with you?" Hawthorne asked, looking in Sullivan's direction, browsing her from the sole of her foot into the crown of her head.

When they close down, I hang back and help them clean up. I am wiping down a counter in the kitchen when Kelly walks up to me. She is a middle-aged woman who lost her husband and son in a car accident five years ago. As far as I can tell, she is here most of her waking hours. I suspect it’s to keep her mind busy and off her loss. “A billionaire who is handy with a rag. Whoever you end up with will have won the lottery.” She chuckles. “I don’t know about that…” I say and continue to wipe the counter.

“You— You died. I saw—” Kelly tilted her head, that familiar, slightly lopsided smile flickering across her face — but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, about that,” she said softly. “Sorry for the bad theater.” Jax’s gaze snapped to her. “You were in on this?” Kelly’s shoulders lifted in a faint shrug. “In on it, running it, take your pick.” Ethan smirked and gestured like a proud host. “Meet my lieutenant. One of my best recruits. Smart, loyal, and very good at pretending to care.”

She went on boldly, “I specially hired a teacher to teach me how to catwalk at home. I even watched videos of your previous fashion shows, and know exactly how to catwalk with you. I won’t be as thick-skinned as someone else!” Adam furrowed his brows, utterly confused. Where did this madwoman come from, and why was she spouting all this nonsense? He didn’t intend to turn around, but curiosity got the better of him. He turned around, wanting to see who this fool was. That made Kelly even more smug. She managed to successfully coax Adam when everyone else failed! Adam stared at her and asked, “What are you talking about?” “I said that I’m your partner. Did you not see the information that Mr.

When I couldn't find them, a clever idea popped into my head. "They don't have my favourite tampons!" I blurted. "Can we go to Kellington? I know they have them there." "Ella, Kellington is like a forty-minute drive away," he said. "What about all the other ones? What about those?" he continued picking up a box. "Zero leakage, zero discomfort." "Leonardo," I began taking the box out of his hand and putting it back on the shelf. "Since you are a male without a uterus-"