Michonne Hawthorne Novels & Stories

"But you have to promise me you'll stay in California until then, Sarah. It's not that much longer." Sarah felt an uneasiness settle in her stomach, but nothing could take away the joy of what she'd just heard. The smile was still pasted to her face, and she felt the lump in her throat again. This time it was joy that had her choked up, an emotion that had been so foreign to her all week. "Okay, Mom," she smiled "whatever you want." ~~~ Carina was a tall busty girl with blond hair, not at all what Sarah would have thought was Sydney's type. But the girl loved her music, and that alone could have Sydney talking for hours.

The second place had gone to a small, three-person team hailing from a very prestigious private school called Sawhill Preparatory School. And one of the people in that three-person team was named Revon Hawthorne. My heart skipped a beat. “He’s real,” I said. “Revon Hawthorne does exist.” “You see that there lies the issue,” said Perrin, his voice giddy as if he had a mystery in his hands. “Revon Hawthrone is, for all intents and purposes, undocumented. He doesn’t have a birth record, he’s not registered as a citizen of the United States, and he certainly does not have a social security number. And to make matters worse, there are no images of him. Anywhere. Everything that was ever uploaded

It is full of chocolate, letters, flowers, and other things in a romantic way. She is what every man desires. She's pretty, smart, and has a body of a model. Small waist, big bust, big bum, small face, and not to mention she's 5'6 while I'm 4'11. Not like other beautiful and famous girls, Hilary is such a humble and kind person. Also, the power and money she holds, she's rich and her family owns a famous company in this city. Just imagine how perfect she is? This how good Hilary's life is.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

"I told you never to come here. What are you doing here? Now get the hell out." Dean's words anger me even more, and I chuckle as I look at him. "Really? Are you asking me to leave? I guess no one knows the truth yet, that the person they all call Luna is nothing but a second wife. Tell me, Dean, how would you feel if everyone found out that the lady standing here is a lycan Luna and that the child she gave birth to belongs to the lycan Alpha? I chose to stay silent all this time so as not to hurt you, but have you ever thought about how much you hurt me when you cast me aside? I waited, thinking you would come back to me and apologize, but all I got was silence and nothingness. You hurt me

Just then, a girl, much taller than me appeared next to her, she had short hair, styled in a short side comb, and she was wearing a black tank top and jeans that rode around her hips, honestly, she was dressed like a guy and she looked hot too. "She's the one that you wanted to sit with?" she asked in a grumpy tone. "Yes babe," she grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the chair. "This is Carl." "Carl?" I blurted out, unable to hold back my shock. "Carly really but she likes to be called Carl." Celeste commented. "You got a problem with that?" she asked with the same grumpy tone as before. "No I was just surprised," I extended an arm, "nice to meet you." I smiled.

Taking Kate’s hand I squeeze it, as I turn to the woman. Moving forward she moves forward to me wrapping her arms around my waist. I stand there paralyzed before I put my hands on her shoulders to push her away. “What is your name?” I ask, “I’m Louise, I just arrived here yesterday,” she says. “Where did you come from?” I ask. I’m so confused, I can only ask stilted questions, “I came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” she replies.

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

I take a sip from my cup to calm myself, I slightly lean back as I wait for her to make an appearance. The door opens and a petite body walks in. My eyes meet soft brown infused with honey color eyes, I think it’s hazel. My wolf howls in my head uncontrollably as he sees her, wanting to mark her and go raw with natural instincts. My gaze travels down her body desperately to see what Moon goddess has chosen for me. But confusion engulfs my head as I see her wearing a shirt and suit, further down I see pants. Wait, pants? Why?