Novels by ambivertgirl

Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi

Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa

Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve

GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or

Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into

Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i

LucasThe wind will not shut up.It keeps pushing through the trees outside, leaves brushing and colliding, a soft but relentless sound that drills straight into my head. Swish. Rattle. Pause. Then again. The rhythm is almost intentional, like it knows I am trying to think and wants to be counted among my thoughts. I sit at the desk with papers spread out in front of me, maps pinned, notes stacked, timestamps circled and crossed out so many times the ink has started to blur. Aurora is not here, she is at Merope's place.I will pick her up in an hour. Sixty minutes. I check the time without meaning to as I am literally counting seconds until she is with me.Forcing my mind back to the task, I trace the pattern of attacks again with the tip of my pen. Location. Time. Method. Entry. Exit. I say the words silently, like a mantra. I have already submitted my final assignment. University is finished for now, which should feel like relief. Instead it feels like permission. Every spare minute

LucasAurora has been spending more time with Elder Merope lately. Merope returned for Irene and Alexei’s son’s birth, and I took the opportunity the second I saw it. I told her about Aurora About the hybrid blood. About the way Aurora’s emotions spike when her wolf reacts faster than she can think. Merope listened without interrupting and with curiosity.In her entire life, she has only met two hybrids.Even then, she said, each one was different. Just like us wolves, we are different, and not every wolf is the same. So do the hybrids.She offered to help Aurora find harmony between her human side and her wolf. Not control. Not suppression. Harmony. Aurora accepted without hesitation, which tells me she is tired of feeling split in two. I watch her trust Merope, and part of me relaxes, knowing Aurora will finally have someone to guide her in understanding how to deal with her other animal part.“So,” Caleb says eventually, “what puzzle are you trying to solve now?”I hear the edge in

Lucas The door opens again, and this time it feels different. Lighter. Like the air knows it can finally move.Alexei steps out holding something small, wrapped tight in a soft swaddle. His smile is the kind that starts in his eyes and spreads like it cannot be contained. He looks exhausted and radiant at the same time, hair still a mess, shoulders loose in a way they were not before. He scans the room once, then his gaze lands on Emma.“Emma,” he says, voice rough in the best way.She does not hesitate. She runs straight into him and wraps her arms around his waist, burying her face against him like she needs to confirm he is real. Her body shakes as she cries, and Alexei adjusts his hold on the bundle without even looking, instinctive, practiced already.“I was so worried about mom,” she says between breaths. “And the baby. I was so scared, Dad.”That word still hits him every time. I see it in the way his mouth tightens before softening again. He runs his hand through her hair, sl

LucasAlmost everyone from the family is out here, hovering in that quiet-not-quiet way people do when they are waiting for news that could tilt the world a little. Some sit. Some pace. Some pretend not to watch the infirmary door while watching it anyway. Alexei is inside with Irene, and I picture him close to her, probably talking too much, probably holding her hand like he can take her pain or give his strength to her. Sophia and Anastasia are in the adjacent room, decorating the one Irene will be moved to later.After Reid, this baby will be the youngest in the family, and the excitement hums through everyone. It sneaks into the air, into the way people smile too easily. It also reminds me that I still have not corrected Aurora. She genuinely believes werewolf babies are literal puppies. I keep putting it off because the look on her face when she finds out might actually be worth the wait. I already know I will be watching her more than the baby when that moment comes.I am lost i

LucasI go over everything again in my head, like I am lining up scattered photographs on a table and finally seeing the picture they form together, and then slowly the initial confusion begins to clear as a thought comes in my mind... which seems a plausible reason why Aurora experienced this.“Was Aurora with her mom when she was…” I start, then stop. My eyes move to Aurora without meaning to, searching for a word that will not cut her open. I find nothing usable. “When her mom was… attacked?”Aurora looks at me. Just looks. Her eyes are wide, alert, watching my face like she is trying to figure out what I already know. Then she turns to Arthur, waiting. She does not speak. That tells me more than words would.“Yes,” Arthur says, and nods once. “She was with her.”“Ruby took her out on a walk,” he continues, voice even but thinner than before. “Hunters and rogues attacked her. She hid Aurora inside the tree trunk.”Aurora inhales sharply. I catch it immediately. The breath stops hal

LucasAurora’s grip tightens around my hand so suddenly that my arm jerks back. She stops walking like she has hit an invisible wall. I turn toward her, already scanning her face, because something has shifted. I know her too well now to miss this.Her eyes are wide, unfocused, like she is seeing something that is not in front of her. There is a haze there, a distance that makes my chest tighten. Her breathing changes, shallow and sharp, and then I feel it. That familiar pull of her wolf, only stronger this time. Her wolf's presence swells in a way that makes my wolf stir hard inside me.Her eyes darken.“Aurora,” I say her name softly, but she does not hear me.She stands frozen for half a second, body tense, every muscle locked. Then she yanks her hand from mine and takes off running toward the house.“Aurora,” I snap, already moving.She is fast. Damn, she is fast. Her strides eat up distance like it means nothing, like something is pulling her forward with force she does not quest

Samuel's POV Ten years later. That moment is still fresh in my mind when Ariana left me. How can you forget the moment when your everything was walking away from you? I wanted to beg her not to leave me and just give me one more chance, but something refrained me from doing so. This was the punishment which she had chosen for me. Therefore, even if it was killing me, I decided to accept my punishment. There's a hope in this punishment that when it ends, I will find my eternal happiness. Only I don't know when or if this punishment will ever come to an end. Numerous times, I broke down because the pain of bei

Ariana’s POV “Everyone is not lucky to get a second chance at love in their life, but I am one of those few people lucky people who found true love after losing their trust in love.” Samuel smiles softly, but the sadness in his eyes reveals his true feelings, “I fell in love for the first time it was with a wrong person, but when I found the right person, I was not able to cherish her the way I should have.” “I want to blame the circumstances. I want to blame the world for whatever wrong has happened in my life. But the truth is the only person to blame is me.” He clenches his jaws while he stares at the table, “Only if I had the courage to tell you everything from the beginning, then I would not have made you feel betrayed and hurt. Maybe we would still have been friends. But I was a coward, and now I am paying the price of my mistake.”

Ariana's POV Until now, I never realized how good it feels to take charge of your life. You feel so powerful. Whenever anything went wrong in my life that turned my life upside down, I always tried to put together my life again. Even now, I am doing the same. The only difference is that all the other times, I didn't want to, but I had to. But now, I want to get hold of my life and put together the pieces of my life for myself. I want to be in charge of my own happiness and destiny. I want to do this for myself and Justin. He deserves a sister who is stable in her life, not someone who is an emotional mess. I don't want the impact of my poor choices to reflect on him. So even though I have said many times, I will say it again; I will make ever

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.

Ariana's POV Max's fingers draw lazy patterns on my arm while keeping his arm wrapped around me. My head is resting on his chest, finding comfort in his strong heartbeat. He is alive, and he will be okay. We both lie in each other arms in silence. However, there is no awkwardness between us, just meaningful silence. Somewhere we both are at a loss for words. Maybe we do not know how to voice these newfound feelings. I feel him pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, which causes me to raise my head from his chest to glance at his face. His throat works as he swallows while blankly staring ahead. A moment later, his gaze flickers to me, and I watch a myriad of emotions passing through his face.

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.