The Hawthorne Legacy Audiobook Free の小説・ストーリー

“Everything doesn’t seem right,” Jasper muttered to himself. He was sitting on the floor of a small room in what had once been his home—a single room with no windows or furniture but for a bed and table that he'd found in the basement. The place smelled like mold and mildew, though it hadn't always. It smelled like life, until everything went wrong. He was cold and angry; the only happiness he could think of was that of Lyra’s.

The day before Christmas, I lost an entire chapter I had written that morning. I was totally gutted and have taken a few days off to get back into a positive frame of mind. I have started writing the chapter again, but it was difficult to get started. Damn ADHD! On a good note: I have signed the name change contract, and hopefully soon, the new name of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna) will be updated. The Kindle version of Book 1: The Lost Luna has gone live. The new cover is looking awesome, thanks to Rose Proffitt. I have added the new cover to here as well.

“Thank you for coming.” “Yeah, right.”, Lucas said, sounding angry. “You know I want nothing to do with this pack. Why would you ruin my life by begging me to take over the Gamma position?” Clovis leaned forward, his weathered hands clasped together on the desk. “I’ve called you here because…”, he hesitated, as if struggling to find the right words. “Because there are things you need to know.” Lucas frowned and sat down in the chair. “What kind of things?”

I love a good business deal and she was a part of it. To Sandrine and her father I am Wyatt Hayes, CEO of Hayes Enterprises, Billionaire and single, never seen parading women, a man that keeps to himself but enjoys the good things money can buy, good cars, expensive watches, tailored suits, eating in expensive restaurants. What they don’t know is that I am The Reaper. The man her father fears the most, the man every man has nightmares about.

Sam asked me, a skeptical look on his face. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I don’t think it’s fair to judge people based on the mistakes of their ancestors either, especially when I don’t even know what those are.” “There’s a book about it in the library at school,” Raven said. “It’s called something like A History of Whispering Hollow and the Buzzard Invasion.” “Buzzard Infestation,” Sam corrected. “Have you read it?” I asked him. He shook his head. “I don’t need to read it. My grandpa was around when Robert Buzzard was still alive. He told me firsthand what a psycho that guy was. If your grandma was around, she’d tell you, too.”

“I have, yes. I went to the school here in my youth – Aspen Academy, as it was known then, but these things change over the years – and then I was offered my job here, as you know, and I’ve been tucked away in my little library ever since.” I moved in closer, pushing my hair out of my face. I looked up at Herb with doe-like eyes, and I fluttered my eyelashes for added impact. “Do you remember anything… strange, I suppose, happening? In Hawthorn, I mean.” “Quite a few strange things have happened here over the years,” he smiled, pushing his glasses up again. Up close, I could see a tiny, reddened indent from where he kept forcing them into the same groove. “Is there any particular time you’d

When Avera returned, he asked her, "How much do you know?" "I read a good portion of your book, sir," she told him. "E. H. Webber... the H is for Horace, I take it?" He shook his head. "Horatio." "Ah," Avera said, accepting her error. "And Dorothy is..."

But the storm wasn’t over. His father-in-law “Harold Hayes" a man whose fortune had bought him arrogance as thick as his waistline, leaned back in his chair. He swirled his wine lazily, the red liquid catching the chandelier light like blood. His voice was calm, but his disdain was sharper than a blade.

I looked at her as she ate, trying so hard to ignore the way she made my body stay on full alert. ‘Why are you looking at me like that?’ She looked up at me, her tone teasing. ‘How am I looking at you?’ I cocked my head. ‘Like I’m edible.’ ‘Of course you are edible. The sweetness is in your genes.’ I chuckled, knowing fully well I had gotten that line from the Impulse book she read to me some nights ago. Later on, we took a stroll around the garden. I needed to get some fresh air and feel my legs again. Even if the pain hadn’t completely subsided, it was better than lying in bed all day.

I built an empire on code. But this... this laughter in the twilight, this peace earned, not taken? This is my legacy. And it is only just beginning. THE END