Nathaniel Hawthorne The Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

Haisley could only gaze at the man, amazed at the tenderness Nathan was showing—a rare experience for her, perhaps something she had never felt before. Nathan rested his chin on Haisley's shoulder, allowing her to smell his cologne that she had only faintly sensed before. The man's hand moved to Haisley's back. As his fingers touched her bare skin, Haisley could feel another electric sensation vibrating through her body. Nathan adjusted his clothes and then closed his back with the zipper pulled by his right hand. Whether Nathan saw it or not, there was a scar from a rusty nail on Haisley's back, a mark she obtained on a night when Nathan once again hurt her heart. Nathan saw it, but he chos

If Katherine didn't recognize the handwriting and way of speech, she would have wondered if it was really her mother who wrote the letter. Laying the paper down, Katherine rubbed her temples. Instead of answering her questions and giving her hold, this letter only brought more mysteries with it. She always thought her parents were happy together. Now she knew they might have not been happy all the time. Well, whatever. She would still preserve the letter. It was the only thing she had that reflected her mother's personality in a way. Exhausted, she left it to Hazel to put it somewhere save. ---- Nathaniel couldn't focus his thoughts. There was a tenseness in his shoulders and neck that had n

It made Samantha feel as if the naked Nathaniel from the night before, with flushed cheekbones and ears red as cooked shrimp, had been someone else entirely. Their eyes met. Samantha looked away. Nathaniel said expressionlessly, "Sit down and eat." Samantha's face turned red with nerves. She was terrified that he would mention what she had done the night before. Perhaps because they were sitting so close, Samantha noticed a hickey on Nathaniel's throat. She had probably left it there herself. She had not expected that even while unconscious, her aim would be so precise. Samantha liked Nathaniel's throat very much. When it moved with his low, pleasant voice, it looked very sexy.

“No spectacle. I want correction. Quiet. Surgical. Enough that Margaret Hawthorne understands she misread the board.” Marcus nodded. “Understood.” “And,” Nathaniel added, voice flattening, “Henry Hawthorne will not be moved. Not now. Not later. Not as consequence or leverage.” “I’ll see to it.” Marcus turned to leave. “Marcus.” He paused. “Make sure they understand this isn’t charity,” Nathaniel said. “It’s restraint.” Marcus inclined his head and exited. Alone again, Nathaniel returned to his desk. His gaze drifted to the portion of the report he had not acknowledged yet.

"But it's honest. And in my experience, honesty is rarer than diamonds in circles like these." The doors open fully, and I can already see Nathaniel's scarred face approaching from the stairwell, his expression thunderous.

he muttered. Nathaniel clapped his hands, and immediately a dozen beautiful woman appeared infront of them to entertain Dante. Nathaniel is cunning, Dante knows that. In the beginning, he used his daughter as a honey trap, and now this. He knows that this world is a maze filled with snakes on every turn. But he has to choose his poison to live here. Dante barely glanced at the woman before he walked out.