Novels by ambivertgirl

AuroraI don’t remember ever sleeping this well. Not as a kid, not even on the night when I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.The first thing I register is the familiar scent of him, still lingers on my skin. It wraps around me, and I stay still for a while, just basking in the quietness of the morning. There’s sunlight pooling across the sheets, soft and golden, catching dust particles that float lazily in the air. Everything feels so alive in this quiet. So normal.Maybe that’s what throws me off the most. Normal has never been something I understood. I’ve spent my whole life in a house where even the silence was watched, where freedom came with terms and breakfast came with rules. A place that looked like a home from the outside but functioned more like a gilded cage. And yet, lying here, in Lucas’s bed, I feel safer than I ever did behind locked gates and guards.Maybe feeling safe isn’t about walls or cameras or people who promise to protect you.

Lucas The first thing I notice is the warmth. Soft, golden, lazy warmth seeping through the curtains, brushing against my skin, coaxing me out of sleep. For a second, I let it hold me there, suspended in that quiet space between dreaming and waking, because it feels foreign. Unreal. I don’t sleep like this. I don’t sleep deep. My mind doesn’t allow it. Even when my eyes are closed, part of me stays awake. Watching. Listening. My senses never turn off. Every breath, every shift in the air, every faint sound, it all filters through, keeping me alert. It’s not something I can control. It’s survival. But last night… something changed. I slept. Not the restless, half-conscious kind. This was real. Deep, unbroken sleep. The kind where your body sinks and your mind goes quiet. And when I wake up now, blinking into the sunlight spilling through the half-drawn curtains, there’s stillness in my chest. A kind of peace I don’t remember ever feeling before. And then I feel it, why my arm i

AuroraI always pay attention to you.That single line makes everything inside me go still. Like the world just paused to see if I’d finally heard something I’d been waiting for my whole life.All my life... all my life, for as long as I can remember, I’ve just wanted to disappear from the world’s eyes. I hate attention. To stop being the thing people looked at, judged, compared, or corrected. The only attention I ever wanted was from my dad. Even then, it never came the way I hoped it would. He noticed the wrong things, the mess I left on the counter, the noise I made when I laughed too loud, the way I never seemed to do enough.But when Lucas says he notices me, that he pays attention to me… it’s like something inside me rearranges itself. The neglect, the criticism, the feeling of being unseen, they all fall quiet.He picks up the first aid box and sets it on the table beside the bed. His movements are careful, quiet. There’s a kind of patience in him, one that doesn’t come natura

AuroraLucas is a werewolf. A real werewolf.Even after seeing it with my own eyes, it feels too big for my brain to wrap around. My thoughts keep looping, trying to find logic in something that doesn’t need logic at all. I saw him shift. I saw his wolf. I saw him turn back, skin rippling like light bending through water, bones reshaping under moonlight. And somehow, he’s just… Lucas again.It’s so so cool.Better than any fictional story I’ve read. Better than all my book boyfriends combined. Every supernatural novel I’ve ever devoured suddenly feels like a watered-down version of what’s mine.He told me everyone here is a werewolf, except Anastasia. Even little Rose and Reid. When he said that, I felt this quick spark of anxiety in my chest. What if I somewhat let them down because I am not like them?Lucas had sensed it before I even said anything. He always does. He brushed his thumb along my wrist, soft and easy, and told me they already love me. That all my doubts are for noth

Lucas“We will have puppies?” she blurts out, eyes wide, voice halfway between wonder and panic. “A litter of puppies?”I blink. For a moment, I think I misheard her. I just revealed my true self to her, my wolf, and that’s what she’s thinking about? Puppies?My wolf and I both stare at her. She’s still looking at us, her mouth slightly open, her hands halfway raised as if she’s trying to imagine tiny versions of me running around the forest. There’s disbelief on her face, sure, but it’s not the kind I expected. Not the kind that says, What are you? It’s more like Did I just sign up for having puppies with this guy?My wolf huffs inside me, the sound echoing through my mind. Mate is perfect but she confuses me.Yeah. I can’t agree more.She tilts her head, and the moonlight catches the loose strands of her hair.She’s unreal, standing here, heart racing but eyes soft, filled curiosity not fear or doubt.This girl, my mate, just watched me transform into something that shouldn’t exist

AuroraAll my life has been spent behind walls. Not the kind you can see, not the kind you can touch, but the kind that live inside your chest. Invisible, quiet, heavy. The walls of my home were only a reflection of the real ones, the ones that taught me how to smile when I wanted to scream, how to sit still when I wanted to run. I learned to be composed, to be perfect, to be what everyone else expected from the daughter of the Blake family... what dad expected from me to be.But when I’m with Lucas, those walls fall apart. Not all at once. It’s slower than that, like sunlight melting frost. I don’t even notice when it happens. One moment I’m cautious, aware of every word, every breath. The next, I’m just… me. The version of myself, that has always been just for me.And tonight, out here, under the dark sky and the quiet hum of the forest, I finally understand what it feels like to be free. Not the kind of freedom people talk about in books or quotes, but something simpler. Realer. Bre

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.

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