Nathaniel Hawthorne Academy Novels & Stories

The sun hung low over the bustling campus of Westbrook Academy, casting long shadows across the neatly trimmed lawns and ivy-covered buildings. The academy was one of the most prestigious schools in the state, known for its rigorous academics, sprawling extracurriculars, and the diverse student body it attracted. Children of politicians, business tycoons, scholars, and creatives walked its hallowed halls, each carrying the weight of their family name and expectations.

He was a classmate of mine before I started at Ardale, not high-ranking enough to attend the academy. The closer I got the more I zoned in on their conversation, filtering out everyone else. "... just come," Nathan said. “Um, I don’t know.” Atalanta said softly. “She’s probably not even old enough to join. What are you, like fourteen?” Lewis, one of Nathan’s friends, asked. “Seventeen,” Atalanta replied. “You’re not a student at our school.” Nathan stated. “I attend Ardale Academy.” Good girl, I thought as I worked myself through the crowd. Don’t let them get to you.

Or rather, he left me? Why did he even pick up that stupid call? "I'm Nathaniel Hawthorne." His voice is dripping with venom. If looks could kill, he would've killed me with that look. I take his hand and shake it. He recoils from my touch almost immediately, like I'm some piece of trash. Who the fuck does this fucking jerk think he is? "And we all call him Nate," Cam butts in. He's already such a busybody. "Well, now that introductions have been done, Logan, meet me in my office later. We have some extra-credit courses to discuss that you must take as a transfer student."

he said slowly, "moving against House Corvane directly risks consequences this academy may not survive. They fund a third of our operating costs across every program we run. Public accusation, even with evidence, invites total and immediate withdrawal, not merely partial." "Then we allow fear of losing funding to justify children nearly burning alive in their own dormitory." Oren's voice, quiet until now, cut through the chamber with sudden weight. "I have taught at this academy for over twenty years. I have never once been asked to weigh a student's life against a ledger balance. I find I have no intention of starting tonight." A long, heavy silence followed his words, and slowly, one by on

I descended the front steps just as Nathaniel finished speaking with one of the visiting attendants. He noticed me immediately. "My Luna." "Good morning, Nathaniel." "Good morning." He consulted the notebook tucked beneath his arm. "The Hawthorne delegation will be the first to depart." "Followed by Ashbourne shortly afterwards." I nodded. "It feels strange." He looked at me. "In what way?" "It seems only yesterday we were wondering whether everything would be ready in time." A faint smile touched his usually composed features. "I had no doubt." I laughed quietly. "I think I had enough doubt for both of us."

Vaike responded honestly. Even now, he couldn't shake off the chill crawling up his spine. - Saintly Woods Academy was a prestigious private academy for elites located in Springberg. Its vast campus was perpetually filled with the sounds of studious students amidst rustic and picturesque landscapes. It was the pride of Springberg, renowned for its academic and educational excellence. A glance at the school's alumni would reveal the multitude of brilliant individuals it had produced and the numerous accolades it had achieved.

Nathaniel Crosswell learned about the Hawthornes in the most efficient way possible. Not through gossip. Not through headlines. Through Marcus. The report arrived without ceremony. No dramatics. No emotional framing. Just facts, arranged with the clean precision Nathaniel demanded. He read it once. Then again. Margaret Hawthorne had begun making inquiries. Schools. Boarding programs. Overseas placements with immaculate reputations and inconvenient distances. The language was careful. The intent was not.

You need to come back to the diner I'll pick you up' I block him not wanting to get any more messages from him. "Sorry, continue," I say giving Nathaniel my full attention, "Yeah, I used to go to West high, but after the incident with the Silent Man, I stopped going to school. But now my mom is transferring me to your school. I am starting on Monday. You'll have to show me around," he says his eyes still glued to the road,

"We have an audition process. Are you comfortable with that?" Stacy swallowed her apprehension. "I'll do what it takes," she declared. **************** -HAWTHORNE GLOBAL ENTERPRISE- Nathaniel sat in his office, swamped with far too many projects to get through to be marked completed. There were several acquisitions and offers to be accessed before it could be approved and he knew it'd be a long evening for him. With files and reports spread out over the glass top of his desk, he leaned unto his chair and loosened his necktie. He was exhausted, and he needed to finish the whole file before he could leave the office, those were his principles.

"Why the waiting game? Scared I'm going to hide in your suitcase and come with?" Nate shrugs and gives Hannah's leash some slack. "I know that you are still waiting for Dartmouth's answer and I didn't want to rub it in your face." "Nathaniel." I stop us and turn his body towards my own. Hannah lets out a sniff and pads over to the lawn beside us to sniff the grass. "Stop that right now. This is a big deal! Don't worry about me. I'm a big girl. If Dartmouth doesn't pull through, there are plenty of other really good schools. You shouldn't be afraid to tell me these things. I'm very happy for you."