Novels by TeeGhostWrites

Vaughn’s POVBen had been disturbing me for two whole weeks now.Sometimes, I listened. Sometimes, I ignored him because, fuck him, I had my own problems to deal with.But he was persistent.No matter how much I shunned him, he kept coming back like an annoying stray cat.At some point, I took pity on him.And I decided to help.—Surprisingly, we were getting pretty close.I had even talked to Victor about him.Victor approved of Ben coming along to the training sessions after school. Said something about "It’s good to have a partner to spar with."So, what did that mean?That we were… friends?Oh, fuck.I never thought about having friends.It felt exhausting.And today, this so-called friend of mine wanted to hang out.Too bad today was also my first killing session.I grinned at the thought.I had already made a mental note to picture my father’s face as I delivered my first kill.The guy I was assigned to kill was a traitor.He worked for the enemy and was caught less than 24 hou

Sameera's POV Shock and fear were an understatement for what I felt the moment I stepped into the house. Reuben. He was sitting right there in the living room. For a second, my breath caught in my throat. Memories flooded back. The nights he came into my room, the way his rough hands grabbed me, the suffocating scent of alcohol mixed with sweat— My stomach churned. Wasn't he supposed to be in the Dark Room? Or whatever hell Victor said he sent him to that day? Why is he here? I turned to run. But just as I reached the door, I crashed into my mother. She didn’t move. She just stood there, looking helpless. "Where are you running to, little doll?" His voice sent a cold shiver down my spine. I turned back to face him. He was standing now, pushing himself up from the armrest of the chair. His face was bruised, his arms covered in visible wounds. Probably from the Dark Room. Good. But not enough. "Why is he here, Leah?" I didn’t know where the courage came from, or how I e

Vaughn's POVVictor had me enrolled in a school close to the clan—at least, that’s what I was told. Truth be told, I had no idea what the clan even looked like from the outside.But school?Fuck, I hated it already.From the moment I walked in, I could feel the stares. The same ones I’d gotten my whole life.I knew I was handsome—painfully so. I got it from my mother, not my psychopathic father. People often said I looked beautiful, almost ethereal, which only made the attention worse. Girls had always stared at me, from maids to strangers, and I had long since learned to ignore it.But my real issue?I didn’t fit in.I never had, and I never would.Victor and the principal escorted me to my new class, and I could already feel the weight of their expectations."You need a normal, active life," Victor had said. "It’ll serve as a disguise for you in the organization."Yeah, right.Inside the classroom…I walked to the front as the principal introduced me."Hi, everyone. My name is Vaugh

Vaughn's POV I couldn’t believe my eyes. Aunt Maria? My mother’s best friend? Sitting here, acting all lovey-dovey with my father? What. The. Actual. Fuck?! Without thinking, I marched forward, my blood boiling. My fist slammed against the table, making the plates rattle. That’s when they both looked up, and my father immediately withdrew his hand from her stomach. I could feel my breath burning hot as it left my nostrils, the rage inside me making my vision blurry. “What is going on here, Dad?” My voice was low, but the fury behind it was unmistakable. "Vaughn, my son, please—" My father stood, trying to reach for me. Something’s changed. It had only been three weeks, but the way he looked at me… There was something different. For the first time, I saw something genuine in his expression. But it didn’t matter. “I AM NOT YOUR SON!” I roared, my voice echoing through the empty restaurant. I turned sharply toward Maria. “Why is she here?! Why were you two acting all... FUCK

Vaughn’s POVThe training was relentless, but I adapted fast. In just a week, I had learned the first techniques of fighting—precision strikes, defensive stances, controlled breathing. My body, once weak from neglect, was quickly transforming into a weapon.I had taken down four men at once during a sparring session. Victor had been impressed, but not satisfied. He demanded more. Pushed harder. Because in this world, impressed wasn’t enough.And I needed more too. I needed to become stronger—not for myself, but for revenge. My father, my uncle, everyone who had turned a blind eye. They would all pay.My mother’s blood was on their hands. And my sibling—the one who never even made it into this world—was dead because of my father’s psychopathic nature.No one would be spared.But then Victor suggested something that made my entire body freeze."I can't do that, Uncle Victor," I said immediately, my hands balling into fists.Victor’s expression turned sharp. "Just Victor, Vaughn. Not 'Un

Sameera’s POVI didn’t know how long I had been here anymore. Time was meaningless when you couldn’t see the sun or the moon. They never let us know if it was day or night. There were no clocks, no windows—just the cold, damp walls and the flickering overhead lights that never seemed to dim.Victor had said pain and endurance weren’t just about the body but about the mind. "You don’t just survive pain, you embrace it until it becomes meaningless," he had told me. Today, I would find out exactly what that meant.Today, my first test was the burn exposure.I was led into a dimly lit chamber, its air thick with the acrid scent of scorched metal. Marissa stood in front of me, holding a long iron rod, its tip glowing orange from the heat."Hold out your arm," she said, her voice void of emotion.I hesitated for only a second before extending my arm. The first rule here? Never show fear.She pressed the hot metal against my forearm.Ssssss—A sharp, searing pain shot through me, white-hot a