Novels by Amal ait

Nikolai.The sun had just started its lazy climb when I stepped outside, coffee mugs in hand and sleep still clinging to the corners of my mind.The estate grounds were soaked in golden light, the grass jeweled with dew like nature had cried a little last night but decided to make the best of it this morning. A breeze swept through the lemon trees, carrying that light citrusy scent Sofia always said reminded her of summers in Italy. The air felt warm but not heavy, peaceful but not silent—alive in a way that made my ribs loosen.It smelled like hope.And after everything we’d survived—everything we were still clawing our way through—I wasn’t going to waste that. Peace like this was rare in our world. You had to hold it tight, two hands and all heart.Across the lawn, I spotted her first.Sofia sat on a picnic blanket under the olive tree—her olive tree, the one she’d stubbornly refused to let the gardeners trim because “It has character, shut up.” Lorelai was perched between her legs,

Sofia.The house was quiet again. Not the warm hush of family sleep like before—this was different. Tense. Coiled.I closed the door to the master bedroom behind me with shaking fingers. They weren’t here. I’d kissed them all goodnight. Told them I loved them. And then I’d said what none of us had ever dared to say aloud.“I want to be with him tonight too. I want Arsen.”There’d been silence. Tight jaws. Clenched fists. But they’d nodded , nevertheless. Not because they wanted to, but because they respected it. Me. Him.And now I was in the hallway, heart thudding like a warning bell.His door was open.The room was barely lit—moonlight spilling across the bed where he sat, shirtless, head bowed, tattoos twisting over his arms and shoulders like shadows, his scars full on display. He didn’t look up. “Are you going to come in,” he said, voice low, “Or are you just staying and leaving a second after?”My throat tightened. I walked in.He still didn’t move.“I'm sorry I couldn't stay wi

Sofia.The house had settled into sleep. Deep, contented sleep—the kind that comes after too much food, too much laughter, and just enough wine to make your muscles hum. I’d tucked Lorelai in with Aurelio, kissed her goodnight, and left them curled up like something sacred. It made my chest ache in the best way.But now…Now I was tiptoeing back into the room I shared with my husbands.The lights were low, golden and soft like candlelight, spilling across skin and sheets. Nadei was sprawled on the bed like he’d been sculpted there—shirtless, his long legs tangled in the duvet, green eyes glinting as he scrolled through his phone. Nikolai stood at the mirror adjusting his watch strap, because even undressing was apparently a production with him. Nial was at the foot of the bed, all quiet storm in his black tee and sweatpants, sipping his herbal tea from a mug like he wasn’t watching me like prey.My mouth went dry.“Hi,” I said, breath catching a little.Nadei grinned, stretching like

Author’s POV.The house had quieted down into that soft, post-dinner lull—where even the shadows on the walls seemed to breathe slower. Distant murmurs echoed from the living room, where the others were watching some awful old mafia film Luca claimed was “a classic.” Someone was already asleep on the couch. Probably Renzo. He always passed out after too much pasta like some kind of carb-loaded bear who was getting ready to hibrenate.Aurelio wasn’t with them.He was in the hallway upstairs, sitting at the edge of his old bedroom—the one he hadn’t dared sleep in yet. Too many pieces of him still scattered like glass inside it. Too many ghosts watching from the corners.He stared at the room like it might bite him.The bed was made. The same comforter. Same shelves. Someone had even fixed the frame of the photo he’d apparently shattered during one of his more violent post-surgery episodes. A picture of the five of them—Sofia in the middle, arms folded, eyes rolling. Him grinning with an

Author's POV. The dining room buzzed with the strange, delicate noise of almost normal. Silverware clinked. Someone—probably Valentino—had already cracked a joke that made Sofia roll her eyes but smile anyway. The scent of roasted garlic and marinara filled the air like nostalgia on steroids. Aurelio sat at the long table—not at the head, but somewhere in the middle—flanked by people who were supposed to be his family. Despite their warmth, their laughter, the endless attempts to make him feel at home, he still felt like the odd man out. But he noticed things. Like how Nial grumbled at his overcooked chicken while quietly passing napkins like he was trying not to breathe too loud. Arsen sat at the far end, balancing Alexei on his lap, slicing soft bread one-handed while talking to Sofia, who had Jade snuggled against her side. They were so, in their element. In their nature. Then— “Uncle Liooo!” A high-pitched squeal cut through the hum of conversation. A tiny bolt of cur

Aurelio.The toy soldier hadn’t moved.It still sat like a goddamn sentinel on my nightstand. Plastic. Ugly. Important.I don’t know why I hadn’t thrown it out the window.Maybe because it felt like it belonged more than I did.Jade had curled up next to me earlier, warm and trusting like he didn’t know I was broken. And even after he left the room—pulled away by his father—I could still feel the ghost of his tiny arms around my waist. And that? That shook something loose inside me more than any punch ever could.-Later in the day.I was in another room, arms up against Nial as we circled each other. We were sparring. That was their fucked up version of making me remember, it wasn't conventional. Wasn't something in one's right mind would do but I was willing to try as long as it meant they wouldnt look at me in that empathetic way they all did. I was going to try to find me.Whoever that was.“Stop thinking.”Nial’s voice snapped like a whip. Cruel and unforgiving.He was circling

Annabelle.Fire. It runs through my veins like molten lava, waking my every sense. Desire pools in my core with a hot nurning need for them, and I fight back relentlessly.My resistance is unrelenting as I twist and turn for minutes, maybe hours. I can't tell. It doesn't do anything but make it worse the longer i resist. My nails dig into my mattress as I pant and draw in deep breaths that come out as staggered moans, and I struggle to control Ania. Let me out. She almost growls at me, and I try to shut her out, but she fights me, her strength surpasses mine, this time. The last thing I see is the droplets of crimson that leak out the puncture of my wrist as she rips it the IV that Kalean insisted on hooking me with. Ania, hear me, please!- I open our mindlink just for her to snap it shut and not let me see or feel anything. I shatter. Hopelessly shrinking in the depths of my mind, I curl into a ball and hope that my reckless wolf wouldn't do anything stupid. I deflat at the though

REED.The new visitor- Kaelan- his venomous name leaves a bitter taste on my tongue, offers my mate an apologetic nod as he fastly, moves towards her. Handing her four pills and a glass of water, the dark blue haired, fairy takes a seat next to our mate's laid out frame.He's giving her.... suppressants.Closing my eyes in detachment, I look up and sigh. The silence I sat in, has a sound. It screams and it screams at me to do something. To do what my morals won't let me. To do what Annabelle will never forgive me for.That is the sole reason I have for not acting upon my animalistic desires as it detects the threat roaming around us. My goal; not to kill someone that...matters to her.I force my envisioning powers more to see and hear them clearer. The fact that Anna hasn't let anyone, not even her Beta, into her room for the last three days, grates on my self control. It is wrong that I have chosen such a sleazy way to watch over her as I am invading her privacy. But I can't help it

ARSENIO.I can't hold it in. I laugh loud enough to double over and smack at repeatedly my knee as if it'd stop me from laughing so hard. God he really is the dumb one. "Holy fuck, you're really something!""It's not funny," he growls hauling the lamp on my desk right at me, missing me by an inch as I duck down. "Bitch.""Oh yes it is!" I snicker. Elated that he had gotten what he deserves. Albeit, I'm a little jealous that I wasn't there. "What-" I try to gather my composure, "What did she do after that?" He looks around embarrassingly and utters like an angry child. "She used me and left me there.""What about-""-Alone," he finishes pulling another strangled laugh out of me.She really humbld him real fast. It hasn't been that long since we got here and there, the beautiful Alpha that is our mate is changing things. Even going as far as changing my brother's narcissistic self by breaking a part of his undoubtedly, large ego."Unlucky bastard," I tsk, pretending to wipe fake tears

ANNABELLE.With a slight tug on Zyn's hair, I guide him down. Transitioning between carefully caressing his cheek and the soft swell of his lips as I allow my right hand to travel to his navel, sliding further down. A tangible whimper escapes him, the second I set my hand on his hard cock. Gunmetal irises gaze at my own with a feverent deprivation, "Please, " he breathlessly ruts into my palm, releasing a loud moan at the contact. His eyes shutting close.The unwavering violet eyes belonging to one aroused vampire seem unable to tear away from my frame. They track over the smallest details, like how my thumb presses into Zyn's lower lip applying pressure and how my mouth trails soft butterfly kisses down his throat, lingering on his soft spot that seems to throb as I suck on it leaving a red mark.It feels invasive in a way. The way he watches me so keenly. The way that he can't tell how of an effect he has on me.The grueling hold he has over my heart without knowing.Is it a na

ANNABELLE.The thrill of watching them sends me to overdrive. My heart pounds faster and faster, eyes racking over Atlas' body movement as he handles my Omega like a delicate flower and he softens his stiff position. Falling between the vampire prince's outstretched legs.I can almost hear my heartbeat in my stomach. My chest tightens in longing but I don't make a single move. I just watch. Watch him pull down his black sweatpants. Watch him marvel at his impressive length as he takes him into his mouth releasing a moan that I had been the only one to hear.I can only watch.It's all I can do.. No matter how much they unknowingly tempt me, I don't let myself be seen or felt. Using my shadow technique, I blend into the darkness shrouding my hallway and stare like a fucking creep. Stare like I am paid to.It isn't like I can jump right and join them. I am the one against this connection. I am the one with a problem. Not them. They seem to be enjoying themselves without me. The only oth

ATLAS.Our first week in our beloved's pack went by quickly. Soon finding my brother and I, comfortable and starting to get used to the... bearable ambience. I have to hand it to Annabelle's Pack members because their attitude were nothing short of adequate and respectful. Just how I liked my subjects.Yes, they were-are- my subjects as much as they are hers.Call me prideful but having a little bit of the power that my mate had over her people makes me feel ... stronger. She doesn't seem to mind that we also have to contribute to her community and share the mightiness that is practically hers.Self absorbed. Arrogant. Conceited.But my personal favorite one was narcissistic.Those are the basic words used to describe me in our territory. Maybe because I was simply better than everyone and that they didn't find it okay for me to be this powerful. They couldn't just accept how actually good I was.Here, nobody seems to show their distaste towards my behavior.I am not here to make fri

Marwa.The moment I stepped back into my room, a heavy sigh escaped me. Peace. Or at least, the illusion of it. This godforsaken place had drained every ounce of energy I had. My body screamed for the comfort of my bed, but there was no rest for the wicked.I kicked off my joggers and tossed the hoodie onto the chair by the window, collapsing onto the mattress. The cool sheets against my bare arms should have been soothing, but all I could think of was the damn tension from dinner. The way Victoriano had watched me like I was a puzzle he couldn't figure out, like I was some kind of mystery he needed to solve.I couldn't be bothered to think about him.Fuck him. Fuck his staring. Fuck this entire situation.I shut my eyes, willing sleep to take me—at least for a few hours of peace.But peace was a goddamn illusion.A sharp knock at my door made my pulse spike. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. Whoever it was, they were fucking lucky I didn’t throw something at their fat head. "

Marwa. I made sure to slam the car door extra hard for the sake of my agitated self. Fuck him, his Lambo and his entire fucking bloodline. With my fist clenched around my phone, I speed through the long hallway to my designated room. And hopefully, my sole way of getting rid of their annoying selves. I need the peace now more than ever. "Oi! Xavier, wait up!" Spoke too soon. "What is it now?" I swivel halting my long strides and meeting Sloane's small frame. I watched as he heaves, pulling his inhaler out, taking two long puffs. "Are you alright?" I ask, unimpressed and uninterested in idle chitchat. He looks down dumbly and then up, "Y-yep, thank you!" He smiles brightly, not looking like he'd almost lost his breath trying to catch up with me. The new refound joy in his eyes dimes down as he looks into my unmoving body, and unresponsive eyes "I wanted to-" I cross my arms over my chest and take a good look at his face as he stammers, giving him the sign to continue with his ra

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.I snorted at his words. Yeah, right. There was no way in hell he was coming near me. My blade would be jabbed into his microscopic dick before he thought about touching me."You wish."He smiled, vicious an almost dreamy expression on his face. "Oh, Amor, you have no idea." Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him. I chanted willing my hand out of my waistband where my revolver was tucked."Disgusting prick." I slid through the door as he moved his arms hearing his rich chuckles resonating throughout the room and I made my descent.My skin prickled at the soft breeze when I stepped outside and my restful mood was restored.Fuck, the weather was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold but sunny. It was a great day until the fucker showed up."Mariposa, let's get you home." He strolled past me to his car. Speak of the fucking devil and he shall appear. (Butterfly)I really shouldn't have let Enzo take my bike, now I'm stuck with this baboon."Shit," I got in

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.Fuck. Me. Sideways.The tires of the dark purple Lamborghini screeched as he stopped in front of our building, the car glinted in the daylight attracting the attention of every spectator and then he stepped out.And my mood was ruined, instantly.Puffing out the toxic smoke feeling my lips curl into a snarl at Victoriano's excessive flamboyant entrance.He didn't have to be here, actually, I specifically bade to his twin that I didn't want him in my face.The movers were already done with loading my shit to their mansion, the apartment was empty and Enzo and Dal left for a business transaction with the Triad. It was an ordinary day till now.Vincentius sent the movers this morning to get some of Enzo's shit as he assured me that he'd do, nevertheless, he wasn't able to keep his annoying brother the hell away from me. I was irritable and bitchy, I mean was I supposed to be happy tha

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.Thoughts of the twins and Lee flew out the window the second I stepped into Casimir's place. Our lips found each other's.He ripped my dress up leaving me bare and I did the same to his white shirt down, buttons and torn fabric were thrown everywhere, a puddle at our feet."Fuck, you're so hot," he muttered scanning my form. My daggers were still attached to my garters and a wave of shills hit my tits, nipples stood hard at the soft breeze protruding through my bra."But I think you might need to take those off," he laughed gesturing to my garters and strapped knives. I gave an amused smirk obligingly removing them.Putting the blades aside, I ogled his lean figure noting his tight abs and pecs arousing me furthermore. I jumped warping my legs around him and he cupped my ass moving us in the direction of what I assumed was his room.I scanned the huge penthouse with curiosity. It looked neat and clean. And I appreciated the fact that it was close to my apartment b

MARWA XAVIER NIXON."Hello," the unfamiliar voice sent my nonchalance to interest as I scanned the tall blond-haired male with keen intrigue.A 6'3 frame of pure sin. His long muscled legs cladded in a pair of grey designer trousers, slim waist, wide and board chest leading to lean shoulders.And then to his face.The fluorescent green eyes stared back at mine with equal feverish hunger. A roman nose with high cheekbones and sharp angular jaw, his tanned blemish-free complexion made him look prettier than he was.Blonds weren't my type, to say the least, but this man was. He screamed pure natural dominance and if that didn't make my vulva purr like a bitch in the heat then I don't know what or who would.I licked my lips seeing how his eyes had darkened with each second I took eyefucking him and stripping him with my eyes.He ran his hand through his golden locks giving him a messy yet elegant look, his dominant aura pulled me in to inspect him furthermore.He was pretty and confiden