Novels by Amal ait

Sofia.The world blurred around me.The sound of my own breath—ragged, sharp—was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality as I clutched Lorelai in my arms.Aurelio is waking up.Vale’s words echoed in my skull, but my body had already moved before my mind could process them. I was rushing to get to the door.The air rushed past me as I made it to the front door, barefoot, heart hammering, pulse wild. Luca grabbed my arm before I could get into the car, his grip strong but careful. “Sofia, relax—”“I need to see him,” I snapped, shaking him off.“We’re coming with you,” Nikolai said from behind me.There was no room for argument. I didn’t care about security, the logistics, the doctors, or the tests.I just needed to see my brother._At the hospital.The room smelled sterile. Like antiseptic, bleach, and something too clean to be comforting. It made my senses twitch at the overly powerful smell.I stood in the doorway, my pulse thundering in my ears, my hands clenched into fists

Sofia.Mornings in our house were never quiet.And I wouldn’t have it any other way.The kitchen smelled like warm syrup, cinnamon, and something unmistakably homey. Sunlight streamed through the windows, golden and soft, casting a warm glow over the absolute war zone unfolding in front of me.Jade stood on his stool, spatula in hand, looking every bit like a tiny war general as he surveyed the griddle. “Mama, this is serious. We need maximum efficiency if we’re gonna get pancakes and whipped cream before Alexei does.”Gosh, he sounded like Schmidt from New Girl when he said that, I cackled internally. Alexei, sitting on the counter beside Arsen, scoffed. “You act like I can’t hear you.”Jade ignored him. Instead, he turned to Lorelai, who was standing beside me, her tiny hands clutching a measuring cup filled with flour."Lory, you’re on mixing duty."Lorelai nodded solemnly. “Mix.”Jade nodded back like this was a military operation. “Good. Uncle Renzo’s in charge of toppings.”Ren

Sofia.The jet ride home was quiet.Not peaceful.Just quiet.Nikolai sat beside me, his fingers curled around my thigh, warm and grounding. Nadei and Nial sat across from us, their gazes locked onto me in that quiet way they always did when they thought I was about to break.But I wasn’t breaking.I was exhausted.I leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling through my nose, my body thrumming with tension. The blood was gone from my skin, wiped clean before I ever stepped foot on the jet, but I still felt it.In my bones.Under my nails.Seeping into my fucking soul.I closed my eyes.For the first time in weeks, the war was over. Momentarily.But I didn’t know how to stop fighting.-We stepped inside, the weight of everything hit me. Not just the blood. Not just the ghosts but the home of it all. The scent of vanilla and citrus from the candles I always burned. The warmth of the dimmed hallway lights. The faintest sound of Jade’s giggles coming from the kids’ wing.I exhaled sh

Sofia.The world didn’t stop after a war.I learned that a long time ago.You spill blood, you carve your revenge into the bones of your enemies, you rip apart the men who dared to harm what was yours—and then? Then, the world moves on.Seemed easy enough, right? Well, it fucking wasn't.The city still breathed. People still laughed, drank, fucked. Unaware that, just hours ago, I had rewritten the rules of their underworld. That we have changed something that a lot have tried to but couldn't.Mikhailov was dead.Vaschenko was dead.Petrov was dead.Their corpses were nothing more than stains on the concrete, their names nothing more than whispered cautionary tales for the next generation of ambitious fools who thought they could touch an Alexeyev and walk away.And yet…The ache in my chest remained because Aurelio was still lying in that hospital bed.Still pale. Still silent.Still gone in all the ways that mattered.I exhaled slowly, gripping the edge of the sink, staring at my re

Sofia.There was no calm before the storm.No quiet anticipation.No room for hesitation.By the time we left Petrov’s lifeless body cooling in a puddle of his own blood, the only thing left was the pulse of war thudding through my veins.One more.Vladimir Mikhailov.I could already see his name carved into his gravestone, already hear his screams before we sent him to rot in the ground.The ride back to the safehouse was silent, thick with something heavy, something sharp. Luca drove again, his grip tight on the wheel, knuckles white. Nadei sat beside him, eyes fixed on the road ahead, his body coiled in quiet tension.Renzo was wiping his blade clean, slow and methodical, like he was already picturing the next throat he’d slit.Nikolai sat beside me, his arm slung lazily over my shoulder, his fingers trailing idly along my collarbone—a contrast to the bloodlust still simmering in his gaze.We weren’t done.Not yet.Mikhailov was the last one left.And when I found him, I wouldn’t j

Sofia.Vengeance had a taste.It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death.I could feel it on my tongue as I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city bleeding light into the darkness. Neon signs flickered against the glass, a kaleidoscope of color that felt too bright, too alive for what we had just done. I could still feel Vaschenko’s blood drying on my skin. Still feel the weight of the gun in my hand, the kick of the recoil, the way his body had spasmed before he stilled.Dead.And yet, it wasn’t enough.Because Aurelio was still in that hospital bed.Still fighting for his life.Still teetering on the edge of existence, caught between this world and whatever lay beyond.And as long as my brother lay there, trapped in that purgatory, the men responsible didn’t deserve to fucking breathe.I inhaled slowly, pressing my fingertips to my temples, grounding myself in the dull ache. I could feel the weight of their gazes on me—Nikolai’s steady, Luca’s knowing, Nad

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