The Hawthorne Legacy Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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…

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

His mouth twisted as he sucked in the bitterness of the words. "Anyway that's the past, isn't it?" he asked sharply, putting down his whiskey glass with a loud, deliberate clink. "What do you want, Riven?" Mr. White spoke, trying to give no emotion away but failing miserably. "That's what I love about you, Mr. White," Riven replied, amused. "You're the kind of man who does not waste time you get straight to the point. Well, Mr. White, no matter how much we try to forget the past, it is always there. Yes, I can't change it, but at the same time I can't ignore what you did to my entire family, Mr. White." His voice tightened. "No, I cannot."

The less time I spent in his line of sight, the better. "Sure," I said, and steered Avery down the hall past Dad's study. It was probably my most cherished place in the entire house. I had spent hours almost every day growing up in there reading all of the family's books and studying my family's history. There had been many nights that I'd spent listening to my father and brother discussing necromantic theories and practices. From the sound of the voices inside, Avery's mother, Evelyn, and Lyssa, the head of the Amerson family, were arguing about marriages. Avery hurried past, her hand tightly interlaced with mine as she pulled me along. We hurried up the stairs as the sound of the kitchen's

******* I will upload Chapter 1 under Legacy of the wolf but it will be a seperate book, Legacy of the wolf: War of the Wolves******** The haunted sounds of a wolf's broken-hearted song lit up the darkness inside Dante’s mind, just like it had done every night since he left his mate asleep in their bed almost a year ago. Dante turned his head on a swivel in the obscurity, even though he knew he was still asleep. “Why do you do this to me every night, Theo! Do you enjoy torturing me?” Dante spat the words into the darkness and was only answered by the forlorn echo of a pathetic whimper as Theron’s vast body sulked into view. The normally large majestic beast now looked ragged and old, his hea

Luckily, it didn't get to that, as he pushed a button beneath the nightstand, and an automated voice blared through the speakers, "Hello Mr. De Castello, how may I be of assistance?" With his eyes trained on me, he muttered, "Instruct the pilot to land at the Plan A destination." Plan A? Perhaps it was some sort of code between him and the A.I. I pulled my hair into a ponytail and soon, another voice rang out, "Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare to land." I walked past him and returned to my seat, strapping the seatbelt to myself.

she screamed inside of her when she began to feel weak, and incompetent to fight the Alpha any longer. Her face dropped when Andrew still didn’t make a move. She felt disgusted knowing she had fallen in love with someone who had the same feathers as her mate. A sharp pain notches her heart when Andrew begins to give her an eye signal that she shouldn’t give up and continue to fight. He was supposed to help her fight Quincy, yet he was telling her to fight back. His behavior made her lose hope and give in to Quincy, who was still beating her up. She was sickened that the man she had come to love was watching her being beaten up.

"Richard... if you're listening... I'm sorry. I should have told you the truth twenty years ago. But if you're hearing this now... it means I've run out of time." Olivia's heart pounded. She recognized the voice. She looked toward the framed portrait hanging on the conference room wall. The founder of Holloway Industries. Charles Holloway. The recording continued. "What happened to your brother... started with me." The audio suddenly cut off. The rest of the recording was corrupted. Olivia sat motionless. Unable to breathe. Because for the first time... The dead had finally spoken.

Axel wasn’t the type to throw his money at something so petty and childish. Axel didn’t even look up, fingers drifting lazily across the laptop mouse. He was searching for something specific, and with every scroll, he felt himself getting closer. Just as he expected, his fingers paused. His eyes locked on the name on the screen. *Hawthorne Empire.* Perfect. He clicked on it and began scrolling through the article, reading every detail carefully, as if seeing it for the first time. The Hawthorne Empire was the city’s leading name in the tech industry, renowned for designing and producing cutting-edge devices, advanced equipment, and smart systems used across multiple sectors.

" I hung up and went back to the desk. Clark sat across from me and we worked through the rest of the night on separate things; him running the security trace with his team, me pulling files and trying to build a complete picture of what we were actually dealing with. The silence between us was the kind that got things done, so neither of us needed to fill it. Elio's first batch of files came in just after 6 AM. I poured coffee, sat down, and started reading. The Hawthorne Syndicate was not what I had been imagining. I had pictured something criminal, maybe a hierarchy, a boss at the top, and people doing dirty work at various levels below like those kinds of organizations that ended up in f