Nash Hawthorne Novels & Stories

Thank you so much for reading through the book two of the Nanny affair, my apologies for the little mistakes, you might come across while reading, but trust me, we all make mistakes and we are all human. Now, the story takes a leap of six months, Salem Baltimore alas Andres Khan, brought a fifty percent shares of the company and all this while under the pretense of Lewis Chang, seen at the previous chapter, he takes the from of an interpreter between Elena and Andres Khan.

“But improbable.” Nathaniel took the tablet and scrolled himself. Addresses. Permits. Tax filings. A small shop that paid on time. Licenses renewed without delay. No litigation. No corporate entanglements. No social presence worth mentioning. “She has been visible for years,” Nathaniel said. “And invisible at the same time.” “That often means intentional insulation,” Lucas said. “Or careful neglect,” Nathaniel replied. He set the tablet down. “What about her sister.” “Catherine Bloom Hawthorne married into visibility. The Hawthornes are consistent in their methods. Social compliance enforced through pressure, not contracts.”

My mother chose them because they recognized her as a Valkyrie and they still worshipped the Norse gods. My mother's last words to us were to stay away from the order and the gods. I found out years later that she had died shortly after of a broken heart. Thana and I had run away from the village as teenagers and returned to the cabin, my mother was still there, although only in body, beside her was a letter to my sister and I explaining everything.

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.

Roni Thanksgiving morning Veronica woke to a familiar aroma, one she hadn't smelled in the house in years. She wasn't completely sure, but as she walked through the hallway toward the kitchen, the smell was unmistakable: honey ham. It smelled delicious. She turned the corner to see Noah in the kitchen wearing an apron and peeling potatoes. The dining table was set for two, centerpiece and all, and there were pies on the center island. "What do you think you're doing?"

He couldn't understand why they had decided this for Nathaniel without asking him and it bothered him deeply. Late one evening, after spending most of the night quietly watching over his father and crying in sorrow, Nash fell asleep after taking a break to freshen up. When he woke up, he was absolutely starving. He had no particular destination in mind but began wandering through the mansion and lost in his thoughts. He ended up in a garden so enchanting that it looked like it could have been plucked straight from a fairytale. The small fruit trees just reached the height of his shoulders had ripe oranges and guavas. Without a second thought, Nash picked a few fruits and bit into them, savou

THE HAWTHORNE'S MANSION "So up till now, you don't have a valuable reason why Claw showed up that day at their engagement dinner and even after their arranged marriage was canceled, he hasn't shown up until now?" Mr Salvatore Delm questioned as he appeared like he hadn't had enough sleep in days which he hadn't had. Both of the men precisely, Mr. Salvatore Delm and Mr. Hawthorne. The sudden appearance of Claw, the deranged and psychotic son of the Wellington's was not something that anyone was supposed to be intrigued about.

“A marriage” “A what??” I unconsciously yelled out unsure if I heard her right. I already felt sick at the thought of where this was going but what she said after immediately sent bile running up my throat. “You are gonna be married to Nathaniel Hawthorne, the former heir to the Alpha seat.” My brain immediately broke down. My hand started trembling slightly as I tried desperately to remember who Nathaniel Hawthorne was. Daphne, ever the crazy bitch decided to remind me. She laughed mockingly. “Nathaniel Hawthorne? Isn't that my crippled ex?" That was when it clicked and I remembered who he was.

"And yes, I chose to have lunch with Maxwell. Quite willingly and enthusiastically, actually. Is that a problem for you?" Matthew's smirk faded slightly at hearing the name Hawthorne spoken out loud. Even someone as arrogant as him recognized that prestigious name instantly! The Hawthorne family was serious money, serious power, and serious connections! Not someone to dismiss casually or insult carelessly! If Matthew had possessed even a shred of common sense, which he clearly didn't, he would have stopped right there. Apologized politely and retreated to his own table, and minded his own damn business like a civilized human being. But his overwhelming arrogance and sense of superiority won

“That’s why you were chosen.” My breath caught. “Chosen for what?” I asked sharply. Mr. Nash stepped further into the room, as if he owned it. “For the end of a story,” he said simply. Antonio’s expression darkened. “You don’t get to define our lives,” Antonio snapped. Mr. Nash looked almost amused. “Oh, I don’t define them,” he said. “I preserve them.” He gestured vaguely around the villa. “This entire narrative—your disappearance, your resurrection, her return to music, the child, the reunion—it’s all too clean.”