The Hawthorne Legacy Audiobook Free Novels & Stories

Hawthorne House was not fucking around when it came to its warded spaces, not even for its guests. I opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the leather-bound log I was supposed to keep. Supposed to being a word of generous breadth. The fucking book was enchanted to record when entries were made, cross-reference them against assignments, and highlight discrepancies. Which meant the moment I opened it, a dull red pulse flickered across the magically bound cover, a wordless chastisement. I was late. I took a slow breath, cracked my knuckles, and pressed my palm to the sigil branded in the cover. The parchment page inside it shimmered, ink running in reverse until it was blank, clearing space f

"During the warehousing process, I checked the handover records. They had both your signatures on them. You weren't just the liaisons but the escorts for the entire journey. "From Almora all the way to the company freezer, you two were the only ones who had contact with that chief." Mr. Clay seemed to realize something too at that moment. He pointed a trembling finger at Lilian. "You… You… Shameless…" Lilian panicked. She struggled to sit up from the hospital bed and explained incoherently, "No! It's not what you think! I just… I just thought that chief was amazing! Everyone said his genetics were once-in-a-century! I… I wanted a bit of that too…

"You are gonna regret this tomorrow." Ethan smirked, though there was no humor in it. "I regret a lot of things, Daniel and trust me, this isn’t one of them." He yanked his arm free and downed the whiskey in one burning gulp. The alcohol did nothing to dull the ache in his chest. He had always had a high tolerance for alcohol—Lexi used to tease him about it, back when they would sneak bottles of wine onto the rooftop of her mother’s estate and drink under the stars like the true lovers they were.

"Listen, Legacy Press is interested in a merger." "And you want my opinion or my algorithms?" "Both. At lunch? That Japanese place you like?" "Can't make it," I look at the clock, thinking about the strange patterns I saw in the app's data last night. "I need to personally test the new app." "Noah Hawthorne, the technology billionaire, is going to do field testing?" he feigns shock. "Who are you and what have you done with my analytical brother?" "Very funny. It's just..." I hesitate, thinking about how to explain that unease I feel when something's not right in the numbers, "something's not adding up in the data."

The room went silent as she began to speak. "Legacy is not just about wealth," Prudence began, her voice carrying a magnetic authority. "It is about the truth of our origins. In my work as a Legacy Architect, I have found that the greatest threats to a family’s future are not external enemies, but the secrets hidden within their own history. A misplaced document, a forgotten heir, a fractured succession... these are the cracks that can bring down even the mightiest empires."

A faint whimper. Beth’s eyes widened. “Suzan,” she whispered. I nodded, moving cautiously toward a narrow hallway at the back of the room. The candle’s weak light barely reached past the doorway, leaving everything beyond it in complete darkness. I hesitated for only a second before stepping forward. As soon as I did, the temperature dropped. The air turned frigid, like we had just stepped into a frozen grave. My breath fogged in front of me, and Beth let out a quiet gasp as she hugged her arms to her chest.

But behind that flawless facade, a dirty secret lies. Hawthorne Mansion is filled with people who share the same interests—money and power. Their conversations echo throughout the room, but I act as though I am hearing pleasant words. A smile is permanently etched on my face as I socialize with my father's guest, Gabriel Hawthorne, the newly-elected president who, after a lifetime in politics, has finally achieved his desires.

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

CHAPTER SEVEN ELLIS POV I stare at the wall clock as a car passes outside, the sound fading as it moves down the street. A few minutes later, another car goes by,then the street goes silent again. I pick up my phone,open the browser and type "Hawthorne Group" into the search bar.My hand stills over the screen for a second before I press enter and let the results load. BREAKING NEWS: Hawthorne Group CEO Accused of Design Theft