Novels by ambivertgirl

AuroraI move from one picture frame to the next, my fingers almost trembling as they hover near the glass. Every frame holds a different version of me, but all of them are unmistakably mine. Younger. Softer. Smiling. Serious. Lost in thought. Even the face I see in the mirror every day stares back at me from one of the photos.My heart begins to race as my eyes move from picture to picture. Each one feels like a small punch to my memory.There I am on my seventh birthday, cheeks round, frosting on the corner of my mouth. I remember that cake. Chocolate with too much cream. Another frame shows me standing in front of my school gates on my first day, backpack too big for my small shoulders. I remember how nervous I was... I remember twisting the ends of my hair around my finger while I watched other parents crouch to hug their kids goodbye.Another frame. I am older. A little taller. My smile is more confident, but it is still careful, like I do not fully trust the happiness on my face

AuroraA shock runs through me, sharp and fast, but my face barely shifts. I have trained myself for this. Years of smoothing over the wild parts of me with a calm expression, a neutral mask, a version of myself that people can look at without flinching. But this time, the control is not just mine. It has everything to do with Lucas standing behind me. I can feel his presence the way you feel heat from the sun through a window, even without turning around.“What do you mean?” I ask, and I am impressed by how normal my voice sounds. Barely a ripple. If someone was listening from another table, they would think we are talking about the weather. Or the menu.James does not answer right away. His eyes slide around the restaurant, quick and careful, taking in faces, exits, the spaces between tables. He looks like he is memorizing everything, like he always does. Finally, his gaze returns to me.“I have come here because you called me,” he says. His voice is low, but not tense. More like he

AuroraLucas is sitting behind the wheel with his eyes fixed straight ahead as we drive to meet James. The road passes in blurred streaks, trees and signs smearing together like my thoughts. There is too much happening in my head for me to settle on one thing. Memories bump into questions. Fear presses up against hope. It all feels like a tangled knot that I cannot separate, only hold.I keep glancing at his profile, the way his jaw tightens and relaxes, the tiny muscle in his cheek that flickers every time he blinks. He looks calm, but I know him well enough to see what hides underneath. His hands grip the wheel, not hard, just enough to show he is holding onto something. Maybe that something is me.I stare out the window again. I know whatever I find out today will change everything. I can feel it in my chest, in the slow pull of each breath. My entire life feels like it is standing on a thin line, waiting for the next step. I do not know if I am ready to hear the truth, or if I wil

AuroraI sit on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, staring at the same knot in the wooden floorboard I have been staring at for hours. Its grain twists like it’s mocking me, like it knows something I do not. My fingers curl around the blanket, twisting it in little loops, tugging it just enough to hear the faint rip of fibers but never hard enough to break them. The blanket smells faintly of detergent and Lucas.It is something for my hands to do while the rest of me sits here, trying to understand myself.I do not know how to feel. I do not know how to react. My own emotions feel like strangers sitting in my chest. Half of them do not even feel like mine anymore. It is like someone else is tugging at invisible strings attached to me. Someone else is pressing feelings into me that do not belong to me.I never used to doubt myself like this. But now every thought I have is followed by a question mark. Did I feel this, or did someone make me feel it? Am I scared or did someone

LucasAurora watches Ryan for a few more moments, and I can see her thoughts moving behind her eyes. Not fast. Not chaotic. Slow enough that it feels like she is placing each one in neat rows somewhere inside her mind, saving them for later. She has always done this. She sorts her emotions before she lets anyone see them. And right now, she is building quiet compartments for every feeling she does not want spilling out.Then she looks at me.Just that small shift of her eyes toward mine sends a jolt through my chest. Sharp and immediate. My lungs trip over themselves for a second. Her gaze connects with mine, and it feels like something inside me jumps awake in one violent motion.This girl has no idea what she does to me.Her voice leaves her lips so softly it feels like it lands directly on my skin. “Why isn’t he up yet?”Her brows draw together with the faintest frown, and she turns her attention back to Ryan. “He is a wolf like you. Aren’t you supposed to heal fast?”I remember th

LucasThe path to the infirmary feels longer than usual. I am not sure if it is actually longer or if it is just this silence stretching it out. Silence can do that. It can make a familiar place feel foreign. It can turn a ten-second walk into something that feels like a slow drip through time.Aurora walks beside me, but she might as well be a hundred feet away. Her steps are quiet, almost measured, not rushed, not hesitant, just there. Her arms stay close to her body. Her hands are not in fists, but they look empty in a way that makes my chest twist.She has not said a word since we stepped out of the room.Not one.And the absence of her voice feels like a missing piece of air.My eyes keep flicking toward her. It is not something I control. It is something my body just does. A reflex. A pull. My instincts tune to her movements, her breathing, the way her shoulders sit just a little too straight. She is not tense. She is not relaxed. She is something in between that does not belong

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