The Brothers Hawthorne Kindle Novels & Stories

Nathan chimed in, "How dare those rats lay a finger on our princess. We should teach them a lesson or they'll take us lightly in the future." Warmth seeped into her as she realized how protective her brothers were. It was genuinely nice to have loved ones backing her up. Now that she had found her biological brothers and a loving family, there was nothing more she needed as of now. The Bowens should've foreseen what was waiting for them when they had the nerve to hurt Mia. After all, the Lane brothers were known to be sister-fools. That was why she said the Bowens were fools. And who was the idiot in the Barrett family who wanted to collaborate with such fools?

~Emily's POV~ His handwriting was neat—too neat, every word deliberate. The first few lines were dated two years before we met. The words were ordinary at first: notes, appointments, meetings. Then I turned a page and froze. She reminds me of Lisa. Not in how she speaks—but in how she defies me. Foolish. My breath caught. I turned another page. Control is the only way to keep peace. They don’t understand that. They never do.

News of the attacks had spread fast, and the pack was on edge. The car door slammed shut as the brothers stepped out, one by one. Their presence alone was enough to silence the commotion. All eyes turned to them, and the pack members froze, their gazes filled with a mix of awe and fear. It wasn’t every day that the four Hawthorne princes returned to their territory.

But a man like him, who was clearly the head of what she was now certain was a crime family, couldn't exactly be trusted— "They are the greatest loves of my life," Lukas Hawthorne effused about his sons, and Marybeth's cheeks hurt from smiling so hard as she looked at the two men flanking him. One was Friar John, and the other introduced himself as Blake Hawthorne, Austin's older brother. He set his glass on the table, wiped his hands on the sides of his pants, and held out his hand to her, "it's lovely to meet you—"

“Yes. This eagerness and determination are what I like about you.” “Thank you, Mr. White. I'm grateful to be here and be shown the light by the brotherhood.” Mr. White nodded approvingly, but deep inside, I scoffed. The brotherhood were nothing but leeches. Massive, bloated leeches clinging to the richest, biggest animals in the forest, sucking until the hosts shriveled into bone. They drained everything; money, influence, people, and when nothing was left, they moved on, wiping their mouths clean like they hadn’t just fed on someone’s life.

Four reincarnation paths, four elder martial brothers' figures—every word and every image confirmed all of Amelia's suspicions. Her third brother Ralph, fourth brother Raiden, fifth brother Benjamin, and sixth brother Sebastian were exactly her four elder martial brothers from Ethereal Lumin Hold! All six elder martial brothers who had accompanied her day and night had not perished or vanished. They had all been reincarnated and reborn, gathered in the Cromwell family, all becoming her protective brothers.

“Means we’ll be real brothers soon enough.” “We already are.” Jonathan shouldered him back. Flashing one of his rare smiles. My big brother was the opposite of Gray in just about every way. Where Gray was loud and robust, Jonathan was a book worm with a spectacle forever in his pocket. Yet they’d been inseparable for as long as I could remember. Until the day he killed him. *** My eyes lifted back to Gray. Hollow and angry again. “What?” “Nothing.” I whirled around and stalked toward the trees.

Then he left. I turned to Zachary. “Excuse me. What was that about?” He stared back at me innocently. “What?” “Now, he’s probably thinking that we’re dating.” He raised a brow at me. “So?” “We’re not. You’re my brother!” “Yeah, yeah! Like I need another reminder,” he said. Then he took my books from my arms and walked toward the stairs with me lagging behind him. “He’s not the only one thinking we’re dating,” I said.

When I came back from Silvermoon Training Camp, I saw my older brother, Zachary Barker, leaning back against the couch with fine beads of sweat sliding down his taut neck. He was wearing some gray sweatpants, and his eyes looked somewhat dazed. "Zachy? Why are you back so early today?" I went over to him, meaning to grab his hand, but instead, I touched a warm, sticky liquid on his hand. "Why's your hand all wet?" I asked, holding up my hand and sniffing it. "There's a strange smell to it too…"

Hawthorne stood behind me like he always did, silent, calm, holding the contract documents neatly arranged in a leather folder. The room smelled faintly of polished wood and coffee. The huge glass windows behind them showed the city stretching out below like a map of power. “Gentlemen,” I said calmly. Both brothers nodded quickly. “Mr. Cantrell.” Hawthorne stepped forward and placed the documents in front of them. “You can review the figures again if you’d like,” I said, resting one hand lightly against the table. “Just to ensure everything is correct.” One of the brothers waved his hand quickly.