Novels by Amal ait

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

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

Sofia.Vengeance had a taste.It was bitter, metallic, laced with the promise of death.I could feel it on my tongue as I stood in the safehouse’s war room, staring down at the map of the city, my fingers trailing over the names we had carved into our list.Petrov. Mikhailov. Vaschenko.Their days were numbered.And tonight?Tonight, the countdown began.Luca was the first to break the silence. "We start with Vaschenko," he muttered, tapping the red mark on the map where the bastard’s operations were stationed. "He’s the easiest to take out first. He thinks he’s untouchable in that casino of his, but we’ve already got men inside.""He’s a coward," Nikolai added, his voice sharp. "He runs his mouth, but he won’t fight. He hides behind security, behind money. He won’t see it coming."Good.I wanted him to be afraid.I wanted him to choke on it.Valentino leaned against the table, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. "We make an example out of him."A slow, dark smile curled at my li

Sofia.The scent of death still clung to my skin.Even after we had left the warehouse, after we had burned the bodies, after I had washed my hands clean of the blood—I still felt it.Felt it under my nails.Felt it in my fucking bones.I sat in the back of the car, the engine humming beneath me, the city lights flickering past in a blur of gold and white. My reflection stared back at me in the window, eyes dark, empty.I barely recognized myself."Petrov. Mikhailov. Vaschenko."The names echoed in my head like a death sentence.They had tried to kill Aurelio.They had wanted me alive. They were unrelenting. The first attack. Sokolov. Their army. Every thing they have done led us to this moment. I curled my fingers into a fist, nails biting into my palm.No one moved in the car.Luca sat beside me, his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his teeth grinding. Nadei was on my other side, his knuckles still bruised, still stained with a red that no amount of scrubbing would erase.Nik

Sofia.The night air was cold. Not the kind of cold that bit at your skin. Not the kind that sent shivers racing down your spine. This was something else.Something hollow.The kind of cold that crept into your bones, settled in your veins, and wrapped around your heart like an iron vice. I sat in the back of the car, staring out at the city lights blurring past, but I didn’t see them.All I could see was Aurelio.Pale. Motionless. His body hooked up to machines, his chest barely rising and falling.The last time I had seen him, really seen him, he had been full of life. Full of energy. Full of that fire that burned inside all of us.Now?Now, he was trapped between life and death, teetering on the edge.And I hadn’t been there.I had been tangled up in Arsen. Lost in him. Lost in us. Letting myself forget, even if just for a moment, that the world outside still existed.And while I had been pretending—My brother had been bleeding out.A sharp, stinging pain shot through my palm.I lo

Sofia.There were moments in life that split time in half—before and after.Before the phone call, I had been warm, sated, wrapped in the arms of a man who once left me but resurfaced. I had been lost in the illusion of love, letting myself forget, just for one night, the world I belonged to. The pain of knowing what I was and who I was didn't make hurt any less. After the phone call, there was only the cold. It seeped into my bones, numbing me, robbing me of breath, of thought, of everything except the echo of Nadei’s voice."It’s Aurelio.""He’s alive… but he’s in a coma."The words were carved into my fucking skull. A brand. A wound that would never fucking heal. Like that memory of Adrian- it had been years since I have thought about him- grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the fridge, I was caught trying to get something to eat, tyring to scouge anything to eat besides the stale bread and disgusting noodle soup he sent with Maximus earlier that day. I sat there, fr

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