Novels by ambivertgirl

JuneBy the time the first session ends, my arms feel like they are filled with sand and my shoulder throbs where Allan’s punch connected. Sweat cools against my skin as the breeze moves across the field. Around me, people stretch, laugh, groan dramatically about sore muscles.There is a lightness in the air. We survived the first round.Sasha claps her hands once. “Good work. That’s it for this session.”A few people cheer quietly. Someone mutters something about finally getting food. The group begins to disperse, bodies turning toward the building, water bottles lifted, conversations already starting.I bend to retie my laces again, tightening them out of habit.“Where do you think you’re going?”Sasha’s voice slices through the movement.Everyone pauses.She stands with her hands on her hips, scanning us like we are a class of children caught trying to leave early. “Your session with me has ended,” she says, her tone sharp but not cruel. “You are not free yet.”A collective groan r

June Fortunately, I am paired against a guy. Relief slips through me before I can stop it. It is not that I look down on girls. Strength is not owned by any gender. I have met girls who can knock the air out of a room with a single punch. But I know my own power. I know how much force I carry in my limbs, how quickly instinct can take over. And when I glance at some of the girls in our group, I see hesitation in their eyes. Not all of them. A few look eager, focused. But others shift their weight nervously, their smiles tight. If I had been paired with one of them, there is a real chance I would have hurt them without meaning to. I do not want that. Not even for Mean Barbie and her circle. The guy standing across from me is built like a wall. Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Veins running along his forearms like cords. He looks like he inhales steroids for fun and washes them down with protein shakes. He studies me, and I can practically hear his thoughts. She is small. She is light

JuneI do not get it. What is his problem?The question loops in my head as I tighten my grip on the barbell and push through another rep. My muscles burn in a way I understand. That kind of strain makes sense. Lift. Breathe. Lower. Repeat. There is comfort in the rhythm.Caleb does not make sense.It would have been easy to avoid him if he were just another trainee. A random face in a crowd. But he is not. He walks through this place like it belongs to him, like the walls recognize him. People listen when he speaks. They move when he moves. That makes him impossible to ignore.And for some reason, he seems to be taking a special interest in me.I rack the bar with more force than necessary and sit up, reaching for my water bottle. My heart is pounding, but not just from the workout.Maybe some other girl will catch his attention. That would solve everything. He can focus on someone else. Smile at someone else. Stare at someone else like he is trying to read through their skin.Yes. T

CalebI trail a few steps behind Jake and Lucas as we head toward the dining hall, the morning air still cool against my skin. My shoes echo softly on the path, familiar sounds that usually fade into the background. Today, everything feels sharper. My senses refuse to settle, like my body is bracing for something it already knows is coming.Lucas walks with his hands in his pockets, shoulders loose, humming something under his breath that I do not recognize. Jake is beside him, posture easy but alert in the way only he can manage. They are a couple of steps ahead of me when Lucas suddenly turns around, walking backward without missing a beat.He flashes me a grin that is pure trouble and then lifts his hand, showing me his middle finger with pride.I snort despite myself and shake my head. Idiot.Lucas laughs and spins back around before Jake can smack the back of his head for it. This side of him only comes out with us. Anyone else gets the sharp observer, the quiet thinker who notic

CalebMorning creeps in through the narrow window like it owns the place. Pale light slides across the floor and climbs the wall, catching on the edge of my dresser and the rumpled blanket on my bed. The academy is quiet in that early way, right before breakfast when everyone is either half awake or pretending they are not.I stand in front of the mirror, tugging on a clean shirt, staring at my own reflection without really seeing it.Her scent is still there.That is the problem.One inhale. That is all it took. One breath in that bathroom, thick with steam and heat, and now it feels like my lungs remember something my mind never asked for. Every time I breathe, it is like my body is waiting for it again, searching for something it already knows it cannot forget.I press my palm flat against the dresser and force myself to breathe slower. It does not help. The scent is not actually here, yet it clings to me anyway, woven into memory in a way that feels unfair.It is ridiculous how on

Caleb I push the bathroom door open and step inside. The scent hits me so hard it almost steals the air from my lungs. I stop just past the threshold, hand still on the door, breath locking in my chest like I have been struck. Heat flares low and fast, not from exertion, not from anger. My wolf surges forward with a sound that rumbles through me, a warning and a recognition wrapped into one. Mine. The word is not spoken, but it exists all the same. The scent is layered. Clean soap. Warm skin. Something sharper beneath it, something that curls straight into my chest and tightens that strange ache that has been following me all night. It is familiar in a way that makes no sense. I have never stood in this room with this person before, and yet every part of me reacts like it has been waiting. The pull snaps tight. It is like reaching the end of a hunt and feeling the target right in front of you, close enough to touch. My body knows it before my mind can argue. My muscles tense,

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