Novels by ambivertgirl

LucasMy eyes keep moving, catching fragments. A shadow shifts where it should not. A space feels wrong before I fully see it.The cell door is open.Anastasia is gone.Ryan turns just as she reaches him. She moves through the narrow light with sharp speed, her boot slamming straight into his chest. The impact knocks the air out of him. He stumbles back, boots scraping hard against the floor, arms jerking as he fights for balance.“I never liked you, boy.” Her mouth curves as she wipes blood from her lip with the back of her hand. “So, I gonna do worst with you than what I did with your two dummy eye mother.”Her voice cuts clean and cruel. She wants him angry. I can see it in the way she watches his hands, his shoulders, the rise of his chest. She is pushing him, testing how close he is to snapping.Now that she stands outside the cell, the light shows everything. Bruises spread across her ribs, dark and deep. One shoulder sits wrong. Her shirt is torn and stained, clinging to her sk

LucasWhat happens next barely exists as time. It is there and gone, like light cutting across my eyes so fast my brain lags behind it.James moves.The next second his hand turn into a claw.Arthur jerks, breath ripping out of him as James’s arm drives forward. I register the sound before I register the wound, a wet, awful noise that is impossible to forget.face not as fear but as disbelief. Like he never truly imagined this ending with a blade in his body.Aurora moves before I do.Her hand tears free from my grip, skin scraping skin, and she shoves Arthur hard to the side. I hear his boots slide across stone. The timing is cruel and perfect at the same time. James’s claws miss Arthur by inches and sink into Aurora instead.She gasps, a sharp sound that punches straight through my chest.Blood blooms fast against her side, dark and spreading, and for a split second my mind refuses to accept it. Aurora is supposed to be untouched... unhurt. She is the one constant my thoughts always

LucasArthur is the missing block from the puzzle. I feel it in the way my mind fits pieces together when the picture finally makes sense. Not a big dramatic moment, not a flash of lightning, just that quiet click in the back of my skull where everything rearranges itself and suddenly I can see the shape of the whole thing.I watch him in the same way I watch everything else. His posture. The way he stands with the calm confidence of a man who believes he has already won. The way his eyes do not widen at all when he sees Anastasia.The person working with Anastasia to take down the rebels is no one else but Arthur himself.It was his name that Anastasia refused to give because there was a pact between them.I think about the day he came to pick Aurora up at our pack. The way he looked at Anastasia like she was just another person in the room. No surprise. No recognition. No hesitation. A man who does not react because he already knows.And now I understand why.Arthur is the head of t

LucasMy eyes stay on Anastasia.Not her hands. Not the chain. Her eyes.People forget how loud eyes are. They think silence lives in mouths, but it doesn’t. It lives in what people do when they think no one is watching. Anastasia’s gaze flicks left. Then right. Then back again. Small movement. Almost lazy. Something you’d miss if you don't know what to look for.That pattern lands in my head and clicks into place like it’s always been there.A signal.She doesn't want Helena or Ryan to know that she is our family.My hand moves before Aurora’s voice does. I catch her fingers mid-motion and hold them. No squeeze. No warning. Just contact. Stop. Her breath stutters through the bond, sharp and bright, like touching cold metal by accident. Shock, yes. Confusion too. But she doesn’t pull away. She never does. She trusts that if I stop her, it’s because something matters more than words right now.I feel her mind shift. Questioning turns into listening. She’s smart like that.I don’t look

LucasThe moment my feet hit the bottom step, my brain switches modes.Not panic. Not fear. Assessment.Places like this announce themselves, but they also lie. The trick is knowing which parts are real and which parts are trying to distract you. I take in the smell first because scent never lies. Old blood. Not fresh. Not recent. Dried long enough to turn sharp and sour, like metal left out in the rain. Rot layered on top of it, the kind that sinks into stone and never quite leaves. That tells me two things. This place has not been used in a long time. And when it was used, it was used thoroughly.Good to know.The hallway stretches ahead, narrow enough to funnel movement, wide enough to walk two abreast if you had to. Cells on both sides. Iron bars, thick, heavy, built to last. Some bent slightly inward, which tells me people pulled on them from the inside. A lot. That detail sticks. You do not bend iron unless desperation is involved.My mind pulls threads without me asking it to.

LucasWe sit around a small dining table in the kitchen, close enough that our knees almost touch when someone shifts. The room smells like herbs and heat and something familiar I cannot name, the kind of smell that settles into clothes and memory without asking permission. A large bowl of soup sits in the center, steam curling upward in lazy spirals. It looks simple. Everything here looks simple. That alone makes me uneasy.Ryan’s mother moves around the kitchen like she has lived in this exact rhythm forever. No hesitation. No searching hands. If you ignore the blankness in her eyes, the way her gaze never quite lands, you would never guess she cannot see. She reaches for bowls stacked neatly to her left, fingers brushing the rim of the top one like a quiet check. Five bowls. She does not count out loud. She does not pause.I watch her hands more than her face. The way she grips the ladle. The angle she tips it at. She pours soup into each bowl without spilling a drop, adjusting the

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