Nash Hawthorne Novels & Stories

“Do not think of it in such common terms, June,” he whispered, his voice smooth as silk but heavy as lead. “You are looking at this through the lens of human morality, but we are wolves. We are creatures of destiny and design.”He stepped even closer, his heat radiating through my thin, silver dress, a cruel contrast to the damp stone wall at my back.

It was just a regular motel with two twin beds and a bit dirty. She couldn’t afford a fancier or a better place as she had basically no money on her. Harry controlled all of her assets and just gave her a few hundred dollars or sometimes, not even a hundred. Harry was extremely selfish, he’d use her hard-earned money for his parties or spend them betting on things.

Abner spoke, a strange half smile on his face. “And I would be able to punish those that have taken things from me.” “As you see fit, my son. You shall do as you please, to bring glory to our flocks.” “And all I would need to do is take a mate?” Nash asked as he turned to look back at me. I knew that he was thinking about Boston and all the other people he had used as pets. My stomach turned at the thought of him hurting Boston. Of how Marcus must have felt as he had taken Louis as a mate.

~~~~~ 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

Hunter pov We took in Nash and the poor kid liked to hide in closets and the first night I about had a heart attack not being able to find him. He was curled up in the bottom of the closet crying. It took me awhile to coax him out. Hannah sobbed hard watching and begged him to go to her. He laid with her and looked at her baby bump. "Nash you ready?",he had therapy again today. I get a nod and he pulls on his shoes. "Ready",he says softly. I feel for him he lost his parents to greed.

"Dard' Hawthorne?" "yep, that one. and his wife. you remember his wife, Castila?." "she was old." "still alive. she was a real pupular mad woman in patriots. all sick depraved, ...depressed psychos of the world..all in that cult. only, the shirking fact is that in that cult, they are absolutely alright. nothing about thats wrong with them."

Or why her godmother had made them co-heirs. The car jerked as the wheels hit gravel. Ahead, the mansion emerged from the mist like a secret too old to be told. Ivy clawed the stone walls, and windows blinked like eyes. The front door opened before she even reached the steps. She stepped out into the cold and met the first one—tall, broad-shouldered, arms crossed like a statue brought to life. Noah Hawthorne. She’d seen a photo of him once—stern in uniform, eyes like flint. In person, he was harder. Colder. His gaze skimmed her body with disapproval… or maybe interest. She couldn’t tell. Couldn’t breathe under it.

She tried to relax and clear her mind. Nathaniel pointed out certain buildings and told her their history along the way. She had to admit that it took her mind off the stone. She enjoyed the scenery as they drove into the countryside. Nathaniel had told her that Barnaby lived in the woods and had no neighbors for miles, so she wasn't surprised by the countryside they saw. She also wasn't surprised when they turned down a well-maintained dirt road.

"So... the marriage that ruined my life also destroyed another future I never even knew I had." ​The Player Steps Forward ​Inside his private office at Hawthorne Maritime, Nathaniel Hawthorne stood gazing through floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor. An assistant entered quietly. "Sir, the countdown has reached seventy-one hours." ​Nathaniel smiled faintly. "Excellent." ​The assistant hesitated before asking, "Are we really going to release everything?" ​"I've waited seven months," Nathaniel replied, keeping his eyes on the water. "I'm not waiting any longer."