Hawthorne Pierce Novels & Stories

He walked to the house, into his room,took a quick cold shower and took a nap for a while but unfortunately went into a deep slumber. Drake walked for several hours before he came across an old warehouse which looks like it's over a hundred years old and could collapse anytime. He decided to look for a way to go in to sleep there for the night since he was so tired and his clothes were torn just as his shoes were worn out. He sneaked into the warehouse through a tiny hole when he suddenly heard someone scream. He followed where the scream came from and what he saw shocked him.

I refused to let his name bug me, but Hannah's actions were doing nothing to soothe my now bubbling nerves. I froze with my bottle halfway to my lips when I saw the main photo and headline. It was a photo of Pierce smiling down at a small framed woman while she had her hand in his hair, and the headline read; CEO of multi-million dollar conglomerate, Pierce Blackwood, photographed with first love. My flask slipped from my hand.

They nodded their heads and stepped outside, leaving Stan and I with him. "Peter Harrison, have we met before?" I asked curiously. "No, who the fuck are you?" Honestly I am surprised by his question, does it mean that he doesn't even know me? "Is that a joke, are you seriously telling me that you don't know me?" I feel offended. "Am I supposed to know you?" The annoying part is that he doesn't even sound remorseful. "Hell yeah, you dedicated years of your life trying to ruin me, the least you can do is to at least know me... Well I am the famous Pierce woods." I stated.

Percy steps in, flanked by three broad-shouldered men in dark suits. Mrs. Hargrove walks behind him. “This is Mr. Percy Hawthorne, son of one of our founding fathers. He’s here to welcome new students personally sometimes.” Percy smiles faintly, his eyes locked on mine. “Pleasure to see you.” He says. As Mrs. Hargrove excuses herself. I glare at him. “What are you doing here? This is insane.” He shrugs, stepping closer. “Just checking on a promising student. Imperial’s lucky to have you.”

And there was something about his touch on my arm that made me deeply uneasy, something possessive and unwelcome. I spun around to face him, pulling my arm away from his grip. Mr. Hawthorn stood behind me, one of Xavier's investors. I recognized him from several business dinners Xavier had dragged me to over the past year. He was an older man, probably in his late fifties, with graying hair and a round face that was currently flushed red from alcohol. He held a glass of whiskey in his free hand and he was swaying slightly on his feet, clearly drunk. I tried to give him a polite smile, the kind of smile I had learned to wear at these events when dealing with Xavier's business associates. "Mr

I recognised him from the newspapers and articles, but the women said he was Mr Holloway. "I'm confused, you're Mr Pierce, but your female helpers called your Holloway?" I don't get why. "No questions, turn," he stands and waits. Sighing, I turn around and feel his eyes on my body. Mr Pierce is a wealthy man. Often showcased in articles with a different woman on his arm. He's also known for his relationships ending quickly. He changes his women faster than the tyres on an F1 car are during a race. Still, he's hot; everyone votes for him as the hottest guy.

She walked the city streets like she used to before she met Zane—just her thoughts and the night wind. But she wasn’t alone. As she turned a corner near the river, a figure stepped into her path. A tall woman. Blonde. Striking. In a black coat and stilettos sharp enough to kill. “Lena Hart,” the woman said with a cool smile. “You’re even prettier up close.” Lena blinked. “I’m sorry—do I know you?” The woman offered her hand like royalty. “Victoria Pierce.” The name struck like lightning. Zane’s ex. The one the media called his perfect match. The one who vanished from the spotlight after their breakup. And now—standing here in front of her like she’d stepped off a magazine cover.

“Vivian pierce will be tried to court for the kidnap of her husband Mr pierce” “Mr Pierce, the CEO of Hunter Enterprise has been found after presumed dead” These were the news making the headlines. I was glad justice will be served and my father will get to head his company after so many years. “Ethan made all of these happen.” I thought to myself while seated in the vanity. Ethan lifted me up to the bed and I covered my face in shame

"Did you say that man over there came with her?" "Yes, sir." "Do you know who he is?" "Just some brainless pair albeit on going into Sparks." Instead of replying him, Pierce rubbed his hardened jaw gently. "He looks more like Mishael Wade, the renowned scientist, to me. Don't you think?"

Austin looked at me and then at Sophie before he nodded at the handsome guy. The guy walked over, and Austin said, “This is Cassia Freeman and Sophie Freeman. The man who hit us earlier is her husband.” I held my hand out to shake hands with the guy, but after Austin’s comment, I was not sure if I should retract it. Nevertheless, he shook my hand and introduced himself, “I’m Lance Hawke.” His hand was warm. “Hawke, like the bird?” “Exactly.” He had the name of a leading man in a show, and Austin was his leading lady.