Novels by ambivertgirl

CalebI am not supposed to be out tonight.It is Lucas’s turn to patrol, but Aurora calls him and something in his voice changes when he answers. I hear it from down the hall, that quiet pull that means she needs him now. He does not ask me. He does not have to. He is my brother, and I will always be there whenever he needs me, no matter how trivial the reason is. I am already shrugging into my jacket, already telling him I will cover it. I have been patrolling the last two nights in a row, but sleep has been avoiding me anyway, so this feels like the better choice.My wolf has been restless for hours, prowling under my skin like he is caged too tight. Something feels off. Not danger exactly, but not calm either. It is the kind of feeling that makes lying in bed feel pointless.I tried earlier. I really did. I stared at the ceiling, listened to the building settle, counted breaths, counted heartbeats. Nothing worked. Sleep does not come when my wolf is like this. He wants movement. No

JuneThe dining hall hums with noise the moment we step inside.Voices overlap. Trays clatter. The smell of food hits me all at once, warm and heavy and real. Eggs, bread, something fried, something sweet. My stomach tightens in response, sharp and demanding. We are not the only ones here. Other trainees fill the space, groups I do not recognize, faces harder, older, some younger. From what I overhear, this place runs on rotations. People come and go. The Academy never sleeps.Misha walks beside me, her limp more noticeable now that the run is done, but her eyes are bright as she scans the buffet like it might disappear if she blinks too long.We grab plates from the stack. The ceramic feels solid in my hands. I move down the line, scooping food without hesitation. Scrambled eggs. Bread. Something that looks like potatoes. I do not overthink it. Food is fuel. Food is comfort. Food is not something I waste time being polite about.A couple of the guys from the run fall in step with us

JuneWe are halfway to breakfast when the whistle cuts through the morning air.My steps slow with everyone else’s. The sound echoes off the buildings, off the trees, off whatever part of me is still caught on the memory of bare skin and warmth and a hand where it should not have been. That stranger’s presence lingers in my head like a thumb pressed to a bruise. I can almost feel it again, that heat, that pull.I shove it aside.Everyone slows, confused murmurs rippling through the group. The sun is barely up, the sky pale and soft, the kind of morning that feels like it could be kind if given the chance. My stomach reminds me that I went to bed hungry, but that is nothing new. Hunger is familiar. Orders shouted across a yard are not.“Outside. Now.”Alexei stands near the open space beside the building, arms crossed, posture relaxed like this is exactly where he wants to be. People shuffle toward him, some yawning, some already annoyed. I step into the line with the others and lift my

June I wake up before the world does. There is no sound outside my room. No footsteps. No voices. Not even the soft hum of movement that usually lives inside buildings full of people. Just quiet and the faint awareness of my own body reminding me that I pushed it too far. I groan and roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. Everything hurts. Not sharp pain. Not the kind that makes you panic. This is the deep, familiar ache that settles into muscle and bone after a night of violence. My shoulders feel heavy. My ribs protest when I breathe too deep. My legs feel like I ran miles, which I did, in a way. I lift an arm and sniff. Blood. Dirt. Sweat. Yeah. I need a real shower. The kind where you scrub until your skin feels new again. A smirk pulls at my mouth before I can stop it. I remember the screams. The way their confidence cracked when they realized they were not hunting prey. The way fear changed their faces when death looked back at them wearing my skin. I exhale sl

JuneAcademy?The word keeps echoing in my head as I stand there, staring at concrete walls and metal gates like they might answer me back. What the hell is an academy supposed to mean in a place like this?Before I can ask, the main doors open.Two guys walk out, and the air changes instantly.They look like they stepped straight out of an action movie, broad shoulders stretching their black shirts, arms thick with muscle. Not flashy. Not loud. Just massive in a way that makes my instincts pay attention. I have fought some tough people in my life. Men who thought size alone made them dangerous. Standing here, I realize those fights were warm-ups.These guys are something else.“I didn’t sign up for any of this,” I say, stepping closer to Alexei. “I am not here to be part of your cult or whatever this is.”He opens his mouth, but someone else beats him to it.“I told you,” one of the Barbie girls says, flicking her dyed hair back with practiced drama, “she doesn’t have what it takes t

JuneTrees close in around me, tall and quiet, their trunks dark against the sky. I press my back to one of them and slide down until I’m sitting in the leaves, knees bent, breath finally evening out. My bag rests at my side. My pulse hums, not frantic, just like I have been walking for a while.Night wraps around the woods like it belongs here. The dark does not scare me. It never has. There’s something about being outside when the world sleeps that loosens something in my chest. The air feels wider. Cleaner. Like I can take up space without asking permission.I tilt my head back and look up through the branches. A few stars peek through, shy but stubborn. I smile without meaning to. This, right here, feels like freedom. Like this is kind of place where I can belong.I’m not foolish enough to think the trouble is gone. Men like Hayden don’t fade away because they were embarrassed or hurt. They circle. They plan. I know that. I accept it.And yet, I’m not worried.There’s a strange ca

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

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.