Hawkins Lab Novels & Stories

Natalie Williams underwent her first shift at the age of 18. She discovered that her lover Adam Hawkins was not her mate. Natalie's father was a Beta from the Red Blood Pack, and she had trained alongside the heir of the Pack, Adam, since childhood, and they fell in love. When Adam and Natalie got married, he promised never to betray her. Through her own efforts, Natalie became a perfect Luna and managed the wolf pack alongside Adam. However, life beats the movie every time and facing Adam' betrayal , Natalie comes face to face with her own death. But is death really the end? How will Natalie fight back against her enemies 's schemes and Adam's misunderstandings? It is said that what does not kill you, makes you stronger, and a kick in the ass is a step forward. Will she succeed to come back stronger?

In my past life, I worked at a secret research lab abroad. From there, I learned the pyro-calypse was approaching, so I quit my job, intending to gather my family to stockpile necessities and hide out in the mountains. However, my evil mother, her lover, and my brother killed me. When I next open my eyes, I find myself reborn on the day I return home. This time, I keep the news to myself and stockpile necessities in our mountain villa. At the same time, I get revenge on my evil family and make them get the punishment they deserve.

Clive Hawkins, who had been giving me the cold shoulder, posted on X. [First 100 likes get a breakup cash giveaway.] In no time, it had 99 likes and reposts. I knew he was waiting for me to give in, just like how I begged him to delete it during the ten times we fought before. But this time, I reposted it myself and wrote, [Count me in.] Then, I blocked him on every platform. Three days later, his sister messaged me. [Clive saved you a front row seat. Stop hiding and come back. As long as you show up, he's willing to forgive you.] I glanced at the plane ticket on my desk and replied. [I'm busy.] I really was busy. I’d been admitted to graduate school at Redstone University, and my flight was leaving that night for orientation. From then on, we would be separated by thousands of miles, never to see each other again.

I spent countless sleepless nights developing a breakthrough drug for a devastating illness, and I expected at least some recognition from my CEO girlfriend. Instead, she accused me of wasting the company research budget and promoted a newly hired young assistant to oversee the company finances. It was the middle of a brutal heatwave with temperatures that soared past ninety-eight degrees. The assistant locked the lab air-conditioning controls away so no one else could use them, while he shut himself inside his private office with the AC set to sixty degrees. He wrapped himself in a blanket and played video games. I complained to my girlfriend, and she brushed it off as part of building company culture. She claimed she gave him authority for my own good because she believed it would prepare me for a future management position. According to her, I was too narrow-minded to understand her intentions. She then shut off the lab main power supply and locked the control panel as if she wanted to teach me a lesson. The fans stopped working, and the heat grew worse. Several coworkers collapsed from heat exhaustion and were taken to the hospital. The assistant posted photos of himself and my girlfriend at an indoor ski resort. They wore winter jackets and ate ice cream together. The caption read, “Some people are sweeter than ice cream.” I finally understood everything. Her idea of company culture had never been anything more than an excuse to favor him. Everyone expected me to confront her or demand an explanation. I packed up my things instead. She mistook my silence for obedience. She believed her air-conditioning punishment had worked, and she promised that once she returned from closing her business deal, she might consider letting me enjoy the AC again. She did not know that when she shut down the lab power, the research equipment stopped running. The drug we had just finished developing became unstable, and the experimental data was destroyed. By the time the delivery deadline arrived, there would be no formula left to hand over. She would face a catastrophic breach-of-contract lawsuit and enormous financial penalties. Without access to the medication in time, she would also suffer permanent long-term complications from the illness we had tried to treat.

After taking over from his father as the CEO of Cardium Health Hub hospital, Silas Deane became one of the youngest billionaire cardiologist. Possessing both wealth and talent, he was often referred to as the ‘Miracle Doctor’ capable of curing even the most complicated heart diseases. Dedicated to his field of study, Silas had no place for love in his heart. He believed that the heart was simply an organ, a machine, and not a metaphor signifying feelings of ‘love’. Wanda Hawkins, a young teacher, a believer of love has whole life turned upside down when her abusive husband suddenly abandons her and their only son. Wanda's already broken life breaks further when her son is diagnosed with a heart disease. In her search for the miracle doctor, will Wanda give love a second chance? What if she gets hurt again? How can Silas control what he has never felt before, what are his chances of finding genuine love?

When Lili applied to be an egg donor at an elite fertility clinic, she never expected to walk out with a private surrogacy offer—one that comes with seven figures, no strings, and only one requirement: total obedience. Drawn into the world of two impossibly powerful billionaire brothers, Lili agrees to carry a child the old-fashioned way... with no lab, no petri dish, and no pants allowed. But Cade and Beckett aren’t just looking for a surrogate… they’re looking for control. For surrender. For a woman they can break and breed. The arrangement was supposed to be clinical and temporary. But once she’s in their world, Liliana realizes the contract doesn’t protect her… it owns her.

​"I will never love you. But I will fuck you like I do." *** ​Seris Sullivan is the "cursed" runt of the pack, forbidden from the Mate Hunt. But with her wolf and her heart both failing, she defies the Alpha—only to find herself ambushed and left for dead. ​Sylus Hawkins, the Howlridge’s deadly heir, was supposed to find a queen. Instead, the Goddess binds his soul to the one girl the pack demands he destroy. Sylus has no intention of obeying; he claims her, locking her into a loveless marriage. But loyalty is a lie as the pack thirsts for her blood. When a calculated frame-up brands Seris a traitor and an adulteress, she expects her mate to shield her. Instead, Sylus becomes her judge and executioner. The man who saved her life is the only one cruel enough to truly end it. And not even the child in her womb will stop him. In the wake of the betrayal, the pack is left grappling with a plague. An arcane curse rots it from within… and Sylus finds himself at the mercy of the woman he shattered.

The stranger moved closer, closing the space between him and Anna. His hand came up, gripping her jaw and tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. Anna swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget about my dickhead of a fiancé.” **************** Anna Hawkins was never supposed to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain drove her into the dark corners of a nightclub and straight into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that could ruin her. Their night was supposed to mean nothing. But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of betrayal, power, crime, and possession. She wasn’t just heartbroken anymore. She was owned. And the most dangerous part? She didn’t know how to escape from her cruel fate.

For three years, I was the unrecognized genius bleeding for Marcus’s empire. On the night he was crowned the city's youngest billionaire tycoon, I stood in the shadows, waiting for the proposal he promised. Instead, I watched him pull my treacherous step-sister onto the stage, sliding a six-carat diamond onto her finger while presenting my life’s work as their joint masterpiece. When I confronted him, his sneer was dripping with disgust: 'You belong hidden in a sterile lab, Elara. She belongs in the spotlight. Know your place.' ​Stripped of my legacy, my reputation, and my dignity, I was discarded in the freezing rain. That was where the bulletproof Maybach found me. ​Alexander Thorne. The ruthless tyrant of the business world. An apex predator who viewed human emotion as a disease—and the only man with the power to crush Marcus overnight. He rolled down the window, his gaze lethal. 'I need a brilliant doctor to keep my sister breathing, and a wife who knows how to submit in public. You need a weapon. Get in.' The contract was absolute: Two years of marriage, total obedience before the cameras, and absolute silence regarding his family. In exchange, he would grant me the unimaginable wealth and power to destroy the parasites who ruined me. ​Marcus thought he had buried a pathetic, obedient lab rat. Alexander thought he had bought a desperate, easily controlled doctor. As I signed the marriage certificate and became the untouchable Mrs. Thorne, they both failed to realize one fatal truth. I didn't just want my research back. I was going to burn their empire to the ground.

In order to avenge Lily Bauer, an orphan staying with the Frostfang pack, Ethan Hawkins doesn't show up at the agreed time on the day of our betrothal party. He only sends his Beta to my door with a message. "Last time, you injured Lily with wolfsbane pollen, humiliating her at the pack gathering. Today is just a lesson. Apologize to Lily and send over the necklace she likes, and then we'll get betrothed." Overnight, I become the laughingstock of the entire pack. My brother, Ryan Fuller, says, "Lily just lost her parents. Let her vent her anger. Ethan is meant to be your mate anyway. Delaying your betrothal by a few days is no big deal." Really? It isn't a big deal? The Frostfang pack's ancestral token isn't something just anyone can covet. I turn around and grip the wolf-shaped crest offered by the Blackwood pack. "I accept the Blackwood pack's proposal for a mate alliance."