The Brothers Hawthorne Kindle Novels & Stories

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The moment the coffin closed above me, I was enveloped in endless darkness. I could hear the metallic lock clanging outside and my mother's icy voice, berating, "Open your eyes and look carefully at what death really is, Joe! Let’s see if you’ll talk about death so lightly in the future." My big brother, Joe Hastings, slammed the coffin frantically. "Let Janine out, Mom! She has asthma. Let her out and we can talk things out."

Bruce grabbed a loaf of bread and a bag of chips and walked them back to where he had put the rest of his food. “You really think she doesn’t believe I’m an asshole anymore?” Christopher asked as he watched Bruce make a sandwich. “I believe she is getting there. And she’ll get all the way there if keep treating her with respect,” he said with confidence. He shook his head. “I’m your older brother and I’m taking advice from you. How the tide has turned. It seems like yesterday you were asking me how to use condom.” Bruce gave him a wry smile.

Author’s POV The forest swallowed Rose’s fleeing figure until she became no more than a shadow tangled among the trees. The night pressed in, heavy with silence, broken only by the fading rhythm of her footsteps and the echo of her ragged breath. None of the brothers moved at first. They only stood there, rooted, as though the ground itself had bound them in place. The air seemed to thicken with what she had left behind—her words, her hatred, the truth finally spoken.

"Your second brother called and said he would be back later. Your third brother doesn't know where he is; he didn't even call home. Was he away all day?" Mrs. Brooks was the one who worried about Henry the most. Since childhood, whenever anyone in the family had an accident, she would definitely be the first to think of Henry. "No." Natalie swallowed the mango in her mouth, shook her head, then rolled her eyes, thinking happily that her third brother would definitely not have any good fruit when he returned because she had eaten it all. "No matter how vicious the third brother is, he is not a coward. With the eldest brother here, in front of the eldest brother, he is like a mouse meeting a c

“My brother finds it hard to let go when he’s been wronged.” He leans closer. “What about you?” I blink at him. “What?” He studies me for a moment, then shakes his head lightly. “Nothing.” He straightens and holds out his hand. “We should go.” I hesitate, staring at his outstretched palm. The only thing I know about the Hawthorne brothers is what my stepfather used to rant about whenever I found him slumped at the end of a bottle. Ruthless. Evil. Monsters. He said they had more money than they knew what to do with it. And egos too big for their own good.

My brother was lying bloodied on a hospital bed with his left waist, hip, and leg gone. It would be impossible for him to survive in this state for too long. “Bro-Brother…” I staggered toward him. ———————————— Author’s Note: Dear readers, I apologize for not updating yesterday and for making Hayden's POV into four chapters. I hope now everyone knows Hayden’s true feelings for Lottie and why he changed to be indifferent toward her. Sorry to make them such a pitiful couple because of Hayden’s dad *cry*… As always, thank you for reading and supporting until this far *love*.

Elder Evander asked, his voice cold and detached. Caught off guard by their question, I swallowed hard, my heart pounding within my chest. "I…" I struggled to find the words to justify my unconscious actions. "I didn't plan for this… it just happened that we stumbled upon their destroyed village on our way back home as everyone else was slaughtered and left for dead... The brothers were the only survivors hence I took it upon myself to bring them back and offer medical care to them after seeing that they were not healing themselves." I explained and I immediately noticed the brothers clenched their jaws with dark squinted eyes.

(Dante's POV) The atmosphere in the Blackwood mansion was suffocating. Don Salvatore Blackwood sat in his high-backed chair, his face a mask of cold fury. At fifty-eight, he'd seen it all, but he never imagined his own sons would bring such shame upon the family. Across the long table, Dante’s older brother, Vincent, scowled at a stack of newspapers. Every front page was a variation of the same story. "Chicago Mob Family Implicated in Bullying Scandal."

I just felt empty. T wiped his mouth with his sleeve and straightened, trying to regain control of the room. “Your brother drags his feet,” he continued. “Weeks of talking and no movement. Those documents were just… sitting there. I figured someone might as well put them to good use. I needed them. That was the only way I could travel and expand my work, and I did just that.” “You figured wrong,” I said. My voice sounded distant to my own ears, like it was coming from another version of me, one that wasn’t still replaying the image of Valeria signing divorce papers without looking at me, one that didn’t feel like his ribs were hollowed out and filled with broken glass.