The Hawthorne Legacy Audiobook Novels & Stories

They had always been the children of legacy, the prophecy no one spoke aloud but everyone expected to unfold. And now—now—that same legacy curled inside her. Unasked for. Unplanned. Unwanted, maybe, by its own father. But alive. What a cruel trick. Adrain’s betrayal still stung, deep and quiet, like frostbite in summer. But the child inside her? That wasn’t a mistake. That was blood. Old blood. Strong blood. Hers. And maybe that’s what scared her most. Because what if this child inherited the worst of both of them?

Lila groaned in bed as she shifted from side to side. She looked around as she tried to process where she was. She blinked and memories flooded her mind, beginning from when she had agreed to marry Levi to how drunk she was yesterday. She remembered every small detail that happened yesterday and was grateful that she had not embarrassed herself while drunk last night. She sat up in bed and something on the nightstand caught her eye. She picked up the sticky note and a card of hangover pills fell out; she read it and a smile unknowingly climbed her face. 'I have important business to take care of this morning; there is something to eat on the table and this is something for your hangover. Tak

I stood up in protest, the first issue I wanted to raise with him long forgotten in the midst of this new development. “Well, I’ll have you believe whatever you want to believe until Flora gets here and tells you the truth you need to hear then,” he replied. “And how am I supposed to trust the sage of your own pack who’s under your authority?” I crossed my arms in adamancy. “You think I’m going to tell her to lie to you about something I’m even more surprised by?” He narrowed his eyes at me. “How selfish do you think I am? You’re not the only one who’ll be affected by this. Everything I knew about my parents’ death up until now will have been hearsay if this turns out to be true.”

John's Pov "Were you acquainted with Daniel Vanguard?" Sarah Chen asked Charles. Had he ever employed you or ever done any business with you? "No ma'am," Charles replied. "I had never met Mr. Vanguard. It was just my duty serving the household of Mr. Mcqueen when the explosion took place. So you are an innocent passer-by who has gotten into the revenge mission of Vincent Cole against Daniel Vanguard? "Objection," Webb called out. "Leading the witness." Sustained, Judge Hawthorne said. "Rephrase counselor."

Hawthorne, and then said seriously, “Most of the people I meet would say the same thing, only to eventually eat their own words.” Mr. Hawthorne’s brow twitched slightly, feeling trapped by Dr. Lawson’s perspective. Reluctant to get caught in a pointless conversation, he responded, “You interrupted me, leading us to an irrelevant topic. Miss Everhart said something strange to me last night, claiming she had been touched before we met, but her behavior suggests otherwise.” “Maybe she lied to influence your view of her.” “At first, I thought so too, but when I touched her directly, it felt like there was more going on.” Mr. Hawthorne stared at Dr. Lawson, demanding answers after two hours of wa

Perhaps it was because of his incredible talent combined with the miraculous techniques. "Alright. Don't blame me if I accidentally kill them," Wyatt said coldly. "I wouldn't have spared you if I didn't trust you," Henry said. "Do you even know me?" "Of course! I know everything about Chapman Legacy," Henry said lightly. Wyatt could not help but shiver. Thinking of where Henry was going and what happened to Chapman Legacy, he asked in shock, "So, you're going to Yarford for Chapman Legacy?" "Yes," Henry said.

Is that why he looked so smug and happy? In a daze, I turned back to ask him. Questions were bothering me, and only he would have the answers. As I got close to the living room, I began to hear some conversations; some disturbing conversations… …about my father. ‘The surgery has a forty percent survival rate. Even if George survives, he won’t regain capacity. The company would bleed out before the year ends without intervention.’ It was Reginald, and it seemed he was on the phone with someone. I edged a bit closer to hear better.

She was an archivist of sins, he murmured. Elara swallowed hard. “She stole this.” “No,” he corrected gently. “She preserved it.” The next file was worse. Audio. Her mother’s voice, young, steady, carrying authority that unsettled her even now. If you’re hearing this, it means I didn’t get to finish what I started. Elara’s breath hitched. Cassian’s hands tightened slightly at her shoulders, grounding her without claiming. Damian Locke will try to convince you this is about money. It isn’t. It’s about leverage. It’s about men who believe power absolves them.

After dropping my things at Carllo's, I headed straight for the Wolfe Industries Tower. The Wolfe Pack’s influence was an ancient, lumbering beast, but eight years ago, Andrew had carved out a new legacy. He’d built the Tower as a monument to his own brand of power, outstripping his father, Damon Hawthorne, until the entire Hawthorne Council was essentially riding his coattails. A year ago, Lydiasa Hawthorne had insisted I work in the Alpha’s executive office as a lowly clerk, hoping to "spark the bond." Instead, I had spent a year watching the man I loved ignore me from twenty feet away.

"He stored himself. The memory... the consciousness... Seraphina, get the baby away from me!" Xander’s back arched off the seat, his eyes turning a solid, glowing white as the "Thorne Legacy" began to overwrite his very mind. The savior hadn't left a cure; he had left a vessel for his own rebirth. As the van sped into the lightless tunnels of the North, I realized I wasn't sitting next to my husband anymore—I was sitting next to the man who had started this war forty years ago.