Rachel Hawkins Books Novels & Stories

Running her hands unconsciously on the well stacked books, she walked through the spaces between the giant bookshelves. Anatomy, Physiology, Chemistry, Physics... One by one, she picked from each shelf, humming absentmindedly. In less than a minute, she slid into her favourite spot between two huge book shelves. An hour passed and then another, headphones in ear, brain on hyper speed, eyes fixed wholly on the material.. Rachel was lost to the world.

"Alaska is divided into two. The human realm and the supernatural. I am the great witch in the human realm and she is the great witch of the supernatural" Rachel smiled. She knew it will be difficult for them to understand what Stella had said. Alaska isn't a place to understand. She gestured to the kids. "Come let me tell you all you need to know about the great book" They moved closer to her, all settling down in a comfortable position to listen to the story of the great book. A book of power, magic, and mystery.

I wandered through the corridors, tracing my fingers along the familiar edges, as fragments of my childhood stories wove their way into my consciousness. In the depths of this familial refuge, I discovered the solace I had been seeking. Willowvale, my sanctuary, held the key to understanding my past and unlocking the mysteries of my future. Here, surrounded by the whispers of the woods and the echoes of my ancestors, I would search for answers, determined to forge a path that defied the dark fate threatening to consume me. [Rachel's POV]

The river location Rachel had sent was close, too close for comfort, but there was no turning back now. As I drove, my mind raced with everything I knew about Rachel. She had always been sharp, manipulative, and calculating, but until recently, I hadn’t realized just how deeply her claws were embedded in Daniel’s empire. I had underestimated her once—her ambitions, her drive to take over everything Daniel built—and now it seemed like I was walking straight into her final trap.

Then went back too. The evening continued. Dinner. Speeches from Rachel. From partners. From women the foundation had helped who now worked for it. From legislators whose bills had passed because the foundation had advocated. I sat with Marcus and let it all be real. The third book released two weeks later. Not about surviving. Not about The Covenant. About healing. About what came after survival. About learning to tolerate happiness without waiting for it to end. About the specific work of becoming real when you'd spent years being made into something else.

Choosing the first one on the list, I try to check where it is only to find out that it’s been checked out. A couple of months ago. So much for the books not leaving the premises, I muse to myself, looking for who else was so interested in the Blood Moon Hybrids. My hand stills over the keyboard when I see a far too familiar name. Rachel Adkins. “No,” I breathe, anxiously, my fingers moving over the keyboard quickly now. But as I type in the names of the books listed on the side, all of them that are related to the Blood Moon Hybrid have been issued to Rachel Adkins. Just a week before she left me bleeding in the tunnels, taking that piece of evil that’s been hidden under the vault for all t

Ravyn got out of bed, showered, dressed for work, and prepared to face another day of pretending to be normal while her life spiraled further into complexity and danger. Just another day in the life of Ravyn Hawkins, convicted felon turned corporate director turned blackmailed hacker turned desperate mother trying to solve a five-year-old mystery. How hard could it be? She was about to find out.

The fake ID in her wallet was clean, professional, exactly what she needed to get close to these men without raising suspicion about her past. Prison had taught her many things. How to read people. How to survive. How to become someone else when necessary. Rachel Sinclair was buried deep, along with the crimes that had put her behind bars. Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge.

he talked to himself. “Mama, look what I brought!” Sky exclaimed while showing the book in her arms. Hunter and Rachel spontaneously turned around. “What is it, Honey?” Rachel asked as she filled her plate. “Uncle Ed's wife's travel journal! Do you remember, Mama? I once told you that her wife also had a journal like me. Uncle Ed was kind enough to lend it to me. How about you read this book to me tonight?" Rachel froze. Her eyes trembled at the plain brown cover. She didn't remember ever seeing the thick book, but a strange feeling tickled her chest.

A collection of classic children's books from Rachel — Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, The Very Hungry Caterpillar. "These were my favorites," Rachel said quietly. Emma hugged her. "She's going to love them." Rachel pulled back. "I hope so." "She will. Because they're from you." --- At 3:00 PM, Emma sat down to rest. Her feet were swollen. Her back ached. The baby was kicking — not hard, but insistent, like she was trying to tell Emma something. "You're doing too much," Nick said, sitting beside her. "I'm sitting."