The Hawkins Blood
Some families run from their past. The Hawkins siblings hunt it down.
Katherine Hawkins never asked to grow up in a world where demons were real and survival meant learning how to fight them. Alongside her brothers—William and Alex—she’s spent years tracking the things that live in the dark. But when an old exorcism tape surfaces and names from a forgotten case start resurfacing—Malcolm Smith, Matthew Conner, Gabriel Spender—their past begins catching up with them fast.
Secrets their father kept buried are beginning to unravel. And the deeper they dig, the clearer it becomes: the monsters they’re chasing now are connected to something older, something unfinished… something personal.
Now, with danger closing in and trust wearing thin, the Hawkins siblings must head straight into the heart of a mystery that could shatter everything they thought they knew—about their family, their history, and the war they were born into.
Because sometimes, the real fight doesn’t start until after the ghosts come back.
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Six - Digging GravesLuckily for us, Sarah didn’t freak out too much when William hauled the shovels from the trunk. A part of me worried we’d pushed her past fear—like maybe she was just staying quiet to survive until this whole thing ended. Honestly, I wouldn’t have blamed her. Even I was disturbed sometimes by how numb I’d gotten to this kind of work.After what happened back in Benjamin Miller, the boys didn’t love the idea of me doing anything too hands-on. That meant I got stuck on flashlight duty with Sarah while they did the digging. I sat beside her, sulking, annoyed that my one chance at action got taken away like I was some misbehaving kid."William—" I started, gearing up to beg for the third time that hour."I’m not hearing it, Kate," he barked, not even looking up from his work. He jabbed a finger toward me. "Little more to the left."I scowled and seriously considered throwing the flashlight at his thick skull. Alexandra intercepted the thought by
Last Updated: 2025-08-08
Chapter: Chapter forty five - crime scene It always amazed me how fast the police cleared a crime scene. Were they really that efficient? Or just eager to wrap things up? Either way, Evelyn’s house felt abandoned. Not a soul in sight. We slipped beneath the yellow caution tape, and Alexandra knelt to pick the front door lock. I’d suggested going in through the broken back doors, but William insisted that we shouldn’t risk leaving blood or DNA behind. I didn’t argue. “Uh…” Sarah hesitated behind us. “This is still an active crime scene, right?” “You already lied to the cops,” William pointed out without missing a beat. “What’s one more thing?” I gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as William sliced through the evidence tape with his pocket knife. The four of us stepped inside. I didn’t let my eyes wander. One glance at the wrong corner and I knew I’d unravel again. Instead, I headed straight for the painting still hanging above the f
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Four – Flames of the PastWilliam slammed the brakes just as we skidded into the driveway. I barely noticed the Jeep parked ahead of us before I flung my door open and bolted. My boots pounded the pavement as I sprinted toward the house. Behind me, the Impala’s engine clicked off, but I was already halfway to the porch.A figure stepped from the shadows beside the Jeep, rushing straight for Alexandra. I instinctively reached for my weapon, panic rising in my throat—until she stepped into a slice of moonlight.“Alex, what’s going on?” Sarah Blake asked, fear etched deep into her voice.“I told you not to come,” he muttered.I brushed past them, ignoring the rising tide of frustration toward Sarah. I leapt up the steps with William and Alexandra on my heels.I reached the front door first. I knocked hard—no answer. “Evelyn?” I shouted. The stillness inside made my stomach twist. “Hello? Evelyn, it’s Kate!”William pounded beside me. “Anybody home?!”
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Three – The Painting ChangedBooks thudded onto the table, jarring enough to make me jump. “You said the Isaiah Jones family, right?” the librarian asked, his voice buzzing with a level of excitement that set me on edge.Alexandra gave him a calm nod. “Yeah. That’s right.”The librarian didn’t waste a second. He started tearing through his pile of old newspapers and worn history books. “I pulled everything I could find from local archives. So, uh, you three into true crime?”William had just wandered over from the magazine rack. He leaned on the table, raising an eyebrow. “Something like that. Why?”The man lifted a fragile yellowed newspaper like it was a sacred text. The main headline screamed something about the Titanic, but his finger tapped at a smaller article tucked on the side:FATHER MURDERS FAMILY, TAKES OWN LIFE.William pointed at it. “Yeah. That sounds like what we’re looking for.”“The whole family?” Alexandra asked, voice tighten
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Two – DisappearingChapter Forty-Two – DisappearingNothing kickstarts a morning quite like finishing a job—unless your brother’s sulking while pretending he isn’t. Alexandra’s duffel bag sat half-packed on the bed, and his untouched to-go coffee was sweating on the side table. I frowned at it. He hadn’t taken a single sip.“You alright?” I asked.Alexandra looked up, startled, like he’d just remembered I existed. “Yeah,” he said quickly, then went back to stuffing clothes into his bag. I raised an eyebrow but let it drop.That’s when William came barreling out of the bathroom.“We’ve got a problem. I can’t find my wallet.”Alexandra paused mid-pack, a shirt bunched in his hands. I reached for my prescription bottle and popped a pill.“How exactly is that our problem?” Alexandra asked.William was already tearing apart the bar counter. “Because I think I left it at the warehouse last night.”Of course he did. My pill went
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Chapter: Chapter Forty-Five – crime scene It always amazed me how fast the police cleared a crime scene. Were they really that efficient? Or just eager to wrap things up? Either way, Evelyn’s house felt abandoned. Not a soul in sight.We slipped beneath the yellow caution tape, and Alexandra knelt to pick the front door lock. I’d suggested going in through the broken back doors, but William insisted that we shouldn’t risk leaving blood or DNA behind. I didn’t argue.“Uh…” Sarah hesitated behind us. “This is still an active crime scene, right?”“You already lied to the cops,” William pointed out without missing a beat. “What’s one more thing?”I gave her a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as William sliced through the evidence tape with his pocket knife. The four of us stepped inside.I didn’t let my eyes wander. One glance at the wrong corner and I knew I’d unravel again. Instead, I headed straight for the painting still hanging above the fireplace.Alexandra helped me lift it down and rest it carefully on the couch. I was pai
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: Chapter seven - Rosa?The waiter showed up with wine just in time to keep me from snapping. I gripped the glass, knuckles white, and took a slow sip like it might drown the nerves crawling under my skin.Nathaniel turned to his son, cool as hell. “How long do you think this little charade is going to last?”Ethan didn’t even blink. “That’s not your business.”“Everything you touch is my business.”He shifted his focus back to me like I was a loose thread he couldn’t pull. “Tell me, Miss Monroe, what exactly do you bring to the table?”I gave him a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. “Depends. What’s already on it?”Ethan coughed into his fist, trying to mask a laugh. Nathaniel didn’t even flinch.“No job. No noteworthy education. Your family walked out on you. So let me ask again—why you?”I leaned back, arms crossing. “Why not me?”Silence. The kind that hums in your ears. He studied me like I was some kind of riddle with missing pieces. Then he lower
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Chapter: Chapter Six – The DinerBlake povI spent nearly two damn hours standing in front of Amelia’s full-length mirror, cycling through dresses like I was prepping for a runway show. For what? Dinner with a man who probably couldn’t care less what I wore, and his father who likely didn’t give a damn about my existence.Still, I couldn’t shake the flutter in my chest. The anticipation. The pressure to show up and not fall apart under the weight of it all.“Try this one,” Amelia said, tossing a short blue dress over her shoulder like we were playing dress-up.I caught it mid-air, holding it up to my body in front of the mirror. Her room was a haze of lavender and plum tones—so very her. It was bigger than the guest room I was staying in, and more organized. More alive. Just like everything else about her.I slipped into the dress and frowned. “This is the fifth one. They’re all either way too short or scream, ‘Take me to the club.’ I need something… classy. Not like I’m trying to sell my s
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Chapter: CHAPTER FIVE – Signing the ContractBlake’s POV“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered, shoving the document across his desk like I didn’t care.Ethan didn’t even flinch. His eyes were ice. “Do I look like I’m joking?”His voice was low, unbothered—calculated, like every word that had been used were rehearsed just for this moment.“And before you go running your mouth with a hard no,” he leaned back, calm but lethal, “maybe take a second to look at your life. I’m offering you thirty million dollars to pretend to be my girlfriend for three months. You need the money. You’re not just broke, Blake—you’re desperate, you also lost your apartment.”He let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “And if you don’t take the offer, I’ll hand over this video to the authorities and make sure your little bestie gets the warm welcome of a jail cell. I doubt that’s what you want.” “What video?” I said. He then showed me the video.My stomach turned.He wasn’t bluffing. I could see it in his eyes.“You’ve
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Chapter: CHAPTER FOUR: Be My Fake GirlfriendHe left me.Just left me on the damn sidewalk like I was some dog he’d fed out of pity. I stood there, fingers curled tight around the sleek, black card that felt heavier than it should. “Blackwood Tech,” cleanly pressed across the top in bold lettering. And beneath it, in all-caps was written: CEO ETHAN BLACKWOOD.As if I didn’t know who he was.I shoved the card into my jeans pocket and stalked across the street to Amelia’s car, adrenaline still under my skin. She was already in the driver’s seat, leaning forward, wide-eyed.“What the hell just happened? I couldn’t even see his face.”I slid into the passenger seat, still catching up with reality. “You’re seriously not going to believe this.”So I told her. All of it. No edits.Her mouth dropped open. “No freaking way.”“Oh, there’s more.”“He just—what? Left you standing there? After threatening to call the cops on you if you don’t show up tomorrow?”“Pretty much.” I blew out a shaky breath.She leaned back, arms folded, eyebrow
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Chapter: CHAPTER THREE — my cardEthan pov“How are you, son?” my father said with that same plastered smile he wore like a mask.I didn’t return it.“What are you doing here?” My fists clenched beneath the desk, my voice tight, measured.He blinked, like my reaction surprised him. “You can’t even greet your own father?”“Nathaniel, I have a meeting soon,” I said, rising to my feet.He didn’t move. Just sat there, legs crossed like he had every right to be in my office. Every time he showed up, it felt like an ambush his presence a reminder of everything I he did to mom.“You need to get a wife, Ethan,” he said again—like clockwork, like a goddamn broken record.“How many times do I have to say it?” I snapped, slamming my hand on the desk. “I’m not ready. I’m twenty-seven.”“You’re still twenty-seven,” he said slowly. “But I’m not young anymore. I want a grandchild.”There it was. The real reason. The legacy. The image. It was never about what I wanted.“A grandchild
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Chapter: Chapter Two – A crazy ideaBlake povI never thought I’d be the type of girl planning a petty theft in broad daylight.But here I am—broke, jobless, and sitting in Amy’s room with a wrapped sandwich in my lap and a really bad idea bouncing around in my head.“Here,” Amy said, handing me the sandwich like it was just another normal day.“Thanks.” I forced a smile.She leaned in and gave me a quick hug. “Alright, I gotta head to work. See you later?”“Actually... can you take me to the park first?”She blinked. “The park?”“Yeah, just a quick detour. I swear.”She didn’t question me. Not yet.Five minutes later, we were parked opposite the city park. She glanced at her phone, clearly in a hurry. “Okay, what’s this about? I’m seriously running late.”My eyes found the man across the street before I answered. Tall, dark suit, phone to his ear. His presence was the kind that took up space even from a distance.“I know this sounds crazy,” I started, picking at my nai
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