Hawthorn Stories

No smut but there are mature themes. I love a good AU, so you best believe I will be writing some of those and explaining the context before each chapter. There will probably be multiple parts to some chapters but not all. Most of them are going to be in 3rd person's POV I told myself I wouldn't write a new story cause I didn't trust myself enough to keep updating but I feel like one shots are perfect for that. My most recent obsession is the Inheritance Games series so yes I hunted for Javery fanfics before I even finished the first book. And much to my dismay, there are VERY few books about Javery so i took it upon myself to change that and write these. DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF JENNIFER LYNN BARNES I ONLY OWN THE PLOT

Finding Toby is NOT Allegra's mission. She needs to hunt her truth first. Returning to Texas was a pure formality with the hope of something deeper. But never did Allegra expect to be left with a trail of burning blood and broken ashes. But she must dive and dive. She must soar and suffer. She must. Or else, the Truth, the story will slip right through her fingers. And she can't let that happen, because how could she ? Because, it's not for her, its for family. Family come first and no price is too high. Vivian Rose, settled in a dream. Fought with ghosts and mercenaries alike. While bliss never lasts, she knows. And she hopes. But hope is a fool's dream and death a coward's mercy. The bliss, the dream, the glass. Will it shatter or will she be able to keep the smoke out this time. Can she ? No. But she will. But will she ?

What if Grayson hadn't pushed Avery away at the end of The Inheritance Games? (keep in mind this is my first ever fanfiction so I am sorry for any mistakes or if it's just bad lol)

Olivia is adopted!!

The hunger games characters are put into a mysterious room and are forced to read about the future.

What the House Remembers follows sixteen-year-old Eleanor Hawthorne, the youngest in an old-money family bound by unspoken loyalty and carefully hidden fractures. Raised among four older brothers who love in different, often conflicting ways, Eleanor learns early that protection does not always look like affection, and strength is often taught in silence. When she isn't navigating the weight of legacy or the watchful calm of the estate, she finds freedom on her motorcycle, outrunning expectations and unanswered questions alike. But as subtle inconsistencies, buried tensions, and long-standing secrets begin to surface, Eleanor discovers that the house she grew up in remembers far more than it reveals-and that family, like history, has a way of keeping score.

Charlie has always tried to look after her sister, Avery. That starts to become a bit hard when Tobias Hawthornes will is read... making Avery and Charlie targets. They now have to move into a house with his family, but as Avery is busy sorting out the puzzles the old man left behind, Charlie can't help but be drawn to one of the grandsons.

Victor Ash does not believe in redemption. He believes in control. After a violent crime lands him in prison, therapy is meant to be a formality-an evaluation, a box to check. Then Vivian Lane enters the room. She listens. She waits. She gives nothing away. And that makes her dangerous. As Victor's need for her attention deepens, the line between care and leverage begins to blur. What he calls connection is something far more unsettling. A slow-burn psychological story about obsession, silence, and the cost of being seen.

What would happen if Katniss never said "real"? Gale and Katniss are still close friends. Peeta is still in love with Katniss.

Hawthornes, one of the most respected prestigious families in the district of Maribel. Yet, also the one hiding the most ancient and deadly secrets. Emma Hawthorne, the youngest daughter of the Hawthornes, set on a mission to find information about something that could save her whole family from danger, but in doing so, does she expose herself enough that now the danger lies upon her too? Cassial Ravenscar, a Smith in the town who works tirelessly everyday and hates the Hawthornes with a passion, especially the youngest princess. Will Emma be able to save the hawthornes or doom them all? What is it that the Hawthornes are hiding which is worth everything? A spell binding enemies to lovers novella, capturing an adventurous princess and a reckless smith. Driven by hate and determination to win. TFOT; BOOK : 1 The fate of ravenscars. now playing : Kerosene by Crystal castles

Questa raccolta è un Ask Box, ovvero un contenitore di prompt in cui voi lettori poterte fare delle richieste e io dovrò cercare di scrivere qualcosa su ciò che mi segnalerete. Per partecipare, basterà segnalarmi il nome del personaggio (o dei personaggi) su cui vi piacerebbe leggere qualcosa e un prompt. Un prompt è un elemento che può essere qualsiasi cosa (una parola, una frase, una canzone, una citazione, un frammento di dialogo) dal quale dovrò prendere spunto per scrivere la mia storia sui personaggi che avrete scelto. Ogni volta che pubblicherò una storia nuova la aggiungerò in questa raccolta.

{Raccolta di 4 Drabble} Peeta, 8 anni; Le mani del mio papà hanno un profumo buono. Katniss, 10 anni; Le mani di mio papà sanno cantare come gli uccelli Gale, 12 anni; Le mani di mio padre sono le mani di un ribelle Haley (bimba) Mellark, 7 anni; Papà ha le dita un po' bianche e un po' colorate, perché a volte sono sporche di farina e altre di pittura. Sebastian (bimbo) Odair, 16 anni; Erano mani che sorridevano: così me le ha descritte un giorno la mamma.

You were recently accepted into Heights Country Day on a scholarship. You come from a fairly average background in your home state, Oklahoma. Your parents knew you could go above and beyond so they looked for the most prestigious school within travel distance and found Heights Country Day. A recent billionaire heir transfers the same day as you. Rumors have it she's rooming with the hottest guys in Texas. Will you get a chance to meet one? A Grayson Hawthorne x oc (or reader, you can replace it with your name) fanfic.

A grisly murder scene stops forensic pathology student Rebecca Hawthorn cold. The victim's injuries are hauntingly familiar - a perfect match for Jack the Ripper's handiwork. But those killings happened over a century ago, and Rebecca can't shake the feeling she's seen this exact scene before, not in textbooks, but somewhere else entirely. As more bodies appear, each mirroring the Ripper's legendary brutality, Rebecca's extra lab hours under Dr. Jerome Armstrong become a frantic hunt for answers. The police dismiss her theories, except for Detective Nathaniel Chadwick. He can't ignore the eerie similarities, especially as the modern-day body count nears the original's, and the killer seems to possess intimate knowledge of details never released to the public. Armed with her historian best friend's encyclopedic knowledge of Victorian crime, her radio DJ cousin's access to local gossip, and a surprisingly intuitive ginger cat named Shaun, Rebecca immerses herself in both investigations - past and present. But the deeper she digs, the more questions arise. How does the killer replicate century-old crime scenes with such terrifying accuracy? Why do these murders feel so personally familiar to her? As Rebecca races to connect the dots, she uncovers a chilling possibility. Either they're dealing with a meticulous copycat killer, or something far more sinister is bridging the gap between Victorian London and today. The killer always seems one step ahead, leaving Victorian-era letters and modern threats. Rebecca can't shake the feeling she's missing something obvious, but time is running out. With each new victim, the murderer's confidence grows, and to stop the slaughter, she might have to confront terrors from both past and present. ( A Rebecca Hawthorn Mystery #1)

Estelle Hawthorne was never part of the game. She's seven years old. She likes ballet, vanilla cupcakes, and glitter (sorry, Grayson). Being the youngest-and the only girl-in a house full of Hawthorne boys means: someone is always carrying her someone is always panicking about her safety someone is always deeply regretting what they just said out loud This isn't a story about solving riddles or winning fortunes. It's a story about a tiny girl being loved loudly, protected fiercely, and accidentally causing absolute chaos simply by existing. Seven years old. Four brothers. Zero survival instincts. Welcome to Hawthorne House.