Novels by ambivertgirl

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

LucasArthur Blake stands like a man used to being obeyed, not questioned. The kind of man whose silence carries more weight than most people’s words. His men flank him in perfect alignment, every step and pause matching his like they’ve done this a hundred times before. It’s too precise to be coincidence. Too practiced to belong to regular security.I’ve seen bodyguards before.These men aren’t that. They move like they’ve been trained somewhere that doesn’t give out business cards. Their eyes never settle. They track corners, exits, reflections. I can almost hear the calculations in their heads.Arthur’s not any better at pretending to be ordinary. Millionaires usually have a softness to them, a certain detachment from danger. He doesn’t. His stillness feels military. The way he assesses the room, the small tilt of his head when one of his men shifts position, it’s all control, all command. He doesn’t just hire protection. He leads it.There’s something darker under that polished ext

AuroraTime slows to a cruel crawl, and all I can do is watch in frozen horror as he pulls the trigger. The sound is deafening, echoing through the café again and again until it drowns out everything else. My chest feels hollow, my world tilts, and I can barely breathe. He doesn’t even look at me. He just keeps shooting until there are no bullets left, his face cold and unreadable.The silence that follows is louder than the gunfire. My knees feel weak, and my vision blurs. Then, out of nowhere, a strong hand grips my arm and pulls me up. My tears finally break free, rolling down my cheeks when I see who it is. Lucas. He’s standing right in front of me, very much alive.He wraps an arm around my shoulders, steady and firm, holding me close. I can feel his heartbeat against my side, calm and even, as if nothing just happened. His face gives away nothing. His eyes, though, are locked on Dad, unflinching.When James rushes to my side, Lucas lets him take me. James pulls me toward Dad, and

AuroraMy fingers clutch the fabric of Lucas’s shirt so tightly that my knuckles ache. The soft cotton is warm beneath my grip, stretched taut across his back as his muscles coil like steel beneath it. He is completely calm and in control, while fear burns in my throat, thick and suffocating. It paralyzes my thoughts for one awful moment, something that has never happened before. But I refuse to let it win.Not when he’s standing in front of me, shielding me with his body as if he can take on the entire world alone.Tears sting my eyes, hot and useless, but I blink them away and force myself to inhale slowly. Air. Focus. Control.I need to think.Think, Aurora. Think.My gaze darts around the café, taking in every possible detail. The tables are overturned, chairs splintered and scattered like bones. A spilled cup of coffee glistens on the tiles, a dark mirror to the chaos. Behind the counter, a barista crouches, her hands trembling around her phone as she tries to dial something, so

AuroraI should look away. I tell myself to, but I can’t. The magnetic pull between us is too strong, threading through the air, invisible yet unbreakable. My fingers twitch against my lap, my heart pounding like it wants to reach for him. I feel helpless under the weight of his stare, yet somehow powerful, like I have just discovered a secret the universe never meant me to know.I always felt that Lucas was someone who had stepped straight out of fiction. Because otherwise, how could he be so perfect? The way he walks, the way his voice dips just enough to make your stomach flip, the way he smiles like he knows something you don’t, none of it feels real. He can’t be real.But now… I am starting to believe that maybe he isn’t like everyone else. There is something about him, something that sets him apart, something that hums beneath the surface. I can feel it. The world around him feels different, like reality bends a little just to make space for him.And maybe that’s what scares me t

AuroraThis cannot be my imagination or some random coincidence. My instincts are never wrong, and right now they are screaming that something unusual is happening.But how could Lucas possibly hear me?I bite my lower lip, pretending to stare blankly ahead while my eyes stay fixed on him through the café window. He sits there, calm and composed, sipping his coffee as if the world is at peace. His gaze stays lowered, his movements measured. But I know what calm looks like, and I know what pretending looks like too.And Lucas… he is pretending.“Lucas,” I whisper, my voice barely a breath, my lips moving so slightly that it feels like I am speaking only to my own reflection in the glass. “You can hear me, right?”He doesn’t move. Doesn’t look up. The idiot bacon sits perfectly still, pretending nothing happened. But I see it, the faint tick in his jaw, the quick twitch of his lips, the kind that only shows when someone is holding something in.Got you, honey buns.A slow grin creeps ont

AuroraI slip my favorite book into my bag, the one with the worn corners and the coffee stain that never quite faded. A few sticks of gum and Anastasia’s phone follow, before I slide the zipper closed. My sandals tap softly against the marble as I walk toward the door, my reflection flickering across the glass cabinets on the way out.For a few moments of the day, I can pretend to be free. In these stolen breaths of time, I can be myself, no pretenses, no perfection to maintain. But lately, even that is changing... changing in a good way, not in a burdening and suffocating way. Ever since Lucas came into my life, the thought of disappointing him has begun to crawl beneath my skin. I used to think I didn’t care what anyone thought. Now, his approval feels like the one thing that matters most in the world.The moment I step into the corridor, I hear it, the familiar rhythm of heavy footsteps trailing just behind mine. The guard. Always there. Always watching.I do not look back. I have