Nash Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading through the book two of the Nanny affair, my apologies for the little mistakes, you might come across while reading, but trust me, we all make mistakes and we are all human. Now, the story takes a leap of six months, Salem Baltimore alas Andres Khan, brought a fifty percent shares of the company and all this while under the pretense of Lewis Chang, seen at the previous chapter, he takes the from of an interpreter between Elena and Andres Khan.

“But improbable.” Nathaniel took the tablet and scrolled himself. Addresses. Permits. Tax filings. A small shop that paid on time. Licenses renewed without delay. No litigation. No corporate entanglements. No social presence worth mentioning. “She has been visible for years,” Nathaniel said. “And invisible at the same time.” “That often means intentional insulation,” Lucas said. “Or careful neglect,” Nathaniel replied. He set the tablet down. “What about her sister.” “Catherine Bloom Hawthorne married into visibility. The Hawthornes are consistent in their methods. Social compliance enforced through pressure, not contracts.”

I explained. “And who are you?” “I am the hired hand of the Order. That is all you need to know.” I stated as I calmly finished my drink. “And what order would that be?” He asked, annoyed, “Thanks to you I lost my supper.” He sighed, staring off into the crowd. "You should know we, after all, have taken out so many of your kin," as he stared at me blankly, I added, " it’s the ancient order of Valhalla Bridge.”

Roni Thanksgiving morning Veronica woke to a familiar aroma, one she hadn't smelled in the house in years. She wasn't completely sure, but as she walked through the hallway toward the kitchen, the smell was unmistakable: honey ham. It smelled delicious. She turned the corner to see Noah in the kitchen wearing an apron and peeling potatoes. The dining table was set for two, centerpiece and all, and there were pies on the center island. "What do you think you're doing?"

He couldn't understand why they had decided this for Nathaniel without asking him and it bothered him deeply. Late one evening, after spending most of the night quietly watching over his father and crying in sorrow, Nash fell asleep after taking a break to freshen up. When he woke up, he was absolutely starving. He had no particular destination in mind but began wandering through the mansion and lost in his thoughts. He ended up in a garden so enchanting that it looked like it could have been plucked straight from a fairytale. The small fruit trees just reached the height of his shoulders had ripe oranges and guavas. Without a second thought, Nash picked a few fruits and bit into them, savou

Ethan’s P.O.V If they go low, I go lower! If they get messy, I get messier! If they get petty, then I would do the same! If they don’t look for trouble, I would start the trouble. “Nicholas Hawthorne” I muttered under my breath, twirling the glass of wine in my hands while taking a sip as I stared intently at his picture.

“A marriage” “A what??” I unconsciously yelled out unsure if I heard her right. I already felt sick at the thought of where this was going but what she said after immediately sent bile running up my throat. “You are gonna be married to Nathaniel Hawthorne, the former heir to the Alpha seat.” My brain immediately broke down. My hand started trembling slightly as I tried desperately to remember who Nathaniel Hawthorne was. Daphne, ever the crazy bitch decided to remind me. She laughed mockingly. “Nathaniel Hawthorne? Isn't that my crippled ex?" That was when it clicked and I remembered who he was.

Standing up, David turns to walk away, leaving her alone to gather her thoughts. Nora finds herself alone in the confines of her small bedroom, her gaze fixed upon the walls as her mind drifts into the memories of the Nashville brothers. Despite their undeniable handsomeness and the allure of their dreamlike qualities, she struggles to fully believe that she will soon be wedded to one of them. The stark contrast between their privileged upbringing as the wealthy children of David Nashville and her own humble origins as the daughter of a gardener weighs heavily on her.

~~~~~ Hawthorne Business Empire ~~~~~ Arnold climbed down from the car, the door was held open by Trevor. His eyes gazed at the tall and large building before him, this was his empire an empire from where he could rule the world. He took a step forward to go into the large building with Trevor and three bodyguards behind him, the large sign on the building which was flashing ' Hawthorne Business Empire ' sparkled with a bright white and Golden light indicating business opened. The door was pushed open by the securities with their head bowed down in greetings to Ace. Arnold gazed coldly at them without so much as a nod before stepping into the huge building, his face knitted into a deep frown

world had returned with a vengeance: the rhythmic slap of the tide against the Maine cliffs, the wind whispering through the hemlocks, and the chaotic, unscripted chatter of people in the streets. Ethan Hawke stood on the porch of a small, hand-built cabin on the outskirts of Gull’s Reach. His "strong frame" was leaner now, his "muscular" arms hardened by a year of felling timber and hauling stone. He wore a simple wool shirt, the soot of the "City of Stone" long since washed away by the salt of the Atlantic. The Economy of Grace