Novels by C_ibi26

The world spiraled before my eyes; it was hard to tell what was going on; I felt so many hands on my body, and I heard so many voices. I could not tell whose hands were on me, nor could I decipher exactly what the voices were saying. The moment the last member of Damini’s pack left our lands, my body just dropped to the floor without any form of warning. I had taken way more damage than I had imagined, and the aftereffects were slowly setting in. My vision was blurry, but my eyelids refused to shut. Why? I may not have admitted it out loud, but I feared that if I shut them, I would never open them again.I do not think I am ready to meet my father yet.My gaze stayed focused on the moon hoisted above us. Its bold light was what I loved most about it; it was unapologetically bright in the midst of darkness, and it shone so beautifully and boldly. It demanded attention, and that was what I loved most about it. I always saw it as my biggest role model; the moon was more than what I howle

I have known Damini ever since we were pups. We have always shared a deep hatred for each other. Our packs have been rivals for years. Ever since Damini’s great grandfather broke my great grandmother’s heart, there has been nothing but bloodshed between the two most powerful packs in America.We have lost many wolves in battle, Damini and I’s father being part of them.So I was used to seeing Damini glare at me with hatred, but this time it was different. It was fueled. Her violet orbs were filled with a fiery anger I had never seen before. More wolves from her pack circled me, and it did not take long before I was cornered. My eyes fell on a familiar ginger wolf and a light grey one standing by her side; Amanda and her new lover.The scent of the young one’s blood filled the air, and it only heightened their rage. I knew exactly how bad this looked. I was on enemy territory and my fur was covered with the blood of their own. A child’s for that matter.There was no explanation for thi

I shouldn’t be here, I know.I shouldn’t be doing this, I know.I shouldn’t be thinking about this, I know.But I was.My wolf was driving me crazy. It had barely been three hours since Amanda rejected us and he started having withdrawal symptoms. I mean, come on, I thought we didn’t care about her. And we didn’t. But it was a full moon, and it was a time when wolves needed their mates more than anything. And I needed mine.I was wrong about Amanda being unable to cross over my territory in time. I suppose running for your life could heighten your abilities. Dante, my beta, informed me of the presence of other wolves waiting for her just outside our borders. And that there was some male wolf who was oddly protective of her. This was the part that angered me. I knew fate had wrongfully mated us. She had an affair with another wolf all along! I couldn’t say I cared at that moment, but the effects of the moon were starting. I wondered if she needed me. I highly doubt she did. Whenever th

"I hereby reject you, Alpha Damon, as my mate."Was that supposed to hurt?I think it was.I have heard stories that I was supposed to be going through some excruciating pain of some sort. My wolf should be writhing and howling; he should be clawing to come to the surface. I could feel his hurt, but it was not as bad as the tales made them seem. He was whimpering. He still wanted her, but not like before. He knew Amanda and her wolf were unbearable creatures. It was almost impossible for us to please her. They were always agitated and annoyed with us. It almost felt like they could not wait for this moment.Good riddance.I could feel the eyes of my entire pack on us. The majority were on me. I could see the sympathy, I could see the pain and empathy. But I could also see the expectations. They wanted to see me on my knees begging her not to do this. They wanted to see the pain. They wanted to see me display some sort of emotion for once.They can keep dreaming, but it will never happ

SILVIA'S POV Gerald Owens’ company was even more magnificent than I had imagined.As I stepped into the grand lobby, my eyes trailed over the high ceilings, the polished marble floors, and the towering glass windows that allowed golden morning light to flood the space. Everything about the place screamed power and wealth. The people who worked here walked with confidence, their expensive suits and skirts tailored to perfection.For a moment, I felt out of place.Then I straightened my shoulders and kept walking.I approached the front desk, where a young woman with sleek blonde hair and sharp green eyes was typing away at her computer. She didn’t even look up when I stopped in front of her.“I’d like to see Gerald Owens,” I said, keeping my voice firm but polite.The clack-clack of her manicured nails paused for only a second before resuming.“Mr. Owens is busy.”I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes.I leaned forward slightly. “Tell him Silvia Carter is here.”That got her atte

SILVIA'S POV A week had passed since Gerald had let me go.I had returned to my duties at the coffee shop, blending into the mundane routine of a life that didn’t belong to me. The old manager, ever so kind and oblivious, had asked why I hadn’t shown up that day. I had lied, telling her I had been sick, and she had believed me without hesitation.No suspicion. No questions. Just a gentle smile and a warm pat on my back.She had no idea that her newest employee had once been one of the deadliest assassins alive.I carried on as if I were just another woman trying to make ends meet, but the truth was, I was fading.Each day, my body betrayed me a little more.The weight continued to fall off me at an alarming rate. My reflection in the cafe’s kitchen window revealed hollowed-out cheeks, lifeless eyes, and skin so pale it looked almost translucent. I had lost so much strength that I sometimes struggled to carry heavy trays.It was only a matter of time.The alley behind the shop was qui

GERALD'S POVI paced the length of my study, my fists clenching and unclenching at my sides. My head throbbed, not just from the whiskey I had downed hours ago, but from the truth I had just learned.Silvia was dying.It should have been music to my ears. A victory worth celebrating.So why did my chest feel like it was caving in?I gritted my teeth and ran a hand through my hair, yanking at the strands in frustration.She had to be lying.It was a trick. A game. A way to mess with my head, just like she always did.But people don’t cough up blood like that for no reason.A scream tore from my throat before I could stop it. I drove my fist into the wall—once, twice, three times—until my knuckles split and blood smeared against the cracked surface. The pain barely registered, drowned beneath the chaotic storm brewing inside me.I had waited years for this. Imagined it. Dreamt of it.And yet…It didn’t feel the way I thought it would.My breaths came out in ragged gasps, my vision swimm

SILVIA'S POV The streets were quieter at night, the occasional flickering of streetlights casting eerie shadows on the pavement. I moved like a ghost, my steps silent, my presence undetectable. I had been doing this for years—blending into the darkness, becoming one with it.Tracking Josiah and Chloe had been laughably easy. Some people never learned.Even after five years, Josiah was still predictable—still reckless, still believing he was untouchable. He and Chloe walked hand in hand, their laughter cutting through the silence of the night as they strolled down the empty sidewalk. Their bodies leaned into each other, lost in their little world.Disgust curled in my stomach.The sight of them together was almost amusing in a twisted way. The same people. The same scenario.It was like déjà vu.I stayed in the shadows, following their movements, watching as Chloe tugged Josiah toward a dark alleyway. The urgency in her steps, the way she pulled him against her—it was obvious what the

GERALD'S POVThe realization hit me like a brick wall.Both Don Casillas and Silvia had infiltrated my security on the same day.It was unacceptable.I refused to be caught off guard again.The next morning, I took immediate action. I fired half of my security team—anyone incompetent enough to let two of my worst enemies stroll into my property undetected didn’t deserve to work for me. In their place, I hired professionals. Ex-military, former intelligence agents, men who understood the weight of their responsibilities.More security cameras were installed at every possible entry point of my mansion and office. My guards now operated on shifts, ensuring there was never a moment of vulnerability. I added motion detectors, reinforced doors, and even had a few hidden weapons installed in key areas.I also got more guard dogs.Rex was a companion, not a protector. He had been trained for loyalty, not aggression. But the new dogs? They were bred for security—large, powerful, trained to sni

GERALD'S POVThe afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting golden light over the expansive garden of my estate. The scent of freshly cut grass mixed with the lingering fragrance of the roses lining the stone pathway. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient oak trees standing tall like sentinels, their branches swaying in a lazy rhythm.I rolled the ball in my hand, feeling the rough texture against my palm before tossing it across the yard. "Go get it, Rex," I called out, watching as my dog, a massive black German Shepherd, bolted after it with powerful strides. His muscular frame cut through the grass, a blur of black and tan against the green.For a brief moment, I allowed myself to relax. This was one of the few times in the day I could clear my mind. The company, the board meetings, the endless responsibilities—they all faded into the background when I was out here with Rex.But then, the minutes passed, and Rex didn’t return.A knot formed in my stomach. He never took

Dante's POVShe was incredibly light; if one looked at her, one would think she weighed a lot more than this. Kicking the door behind me shut, I walked up to my bed and laid her down on the soft material. I knew damn well I could have taken her to the guest room, but I knew she would be more comfortable in my bed. Besides, I haven't had a guest in ages; I don't even know the state of that room.I made sure she was comfortable by adjusting her head on my pillow and angling her body into a more suitable position. Once that was done, I did nothing but stare at her face. The strange girl looked so at peace when she was asleep, but when I found her in front of my restaurant, she was so alert and vigilant. like she was ready to spring into action and fight anyone or anything she deemed dangerous. From the moment our eyes connected, I knew she was using everything within her power to stay conscious. She was bleeding badly and had taken quite a lot of damage. Something about her wounds told

What a sad excuse of a security system Don Russo has. Seriously, only fifty guards? And he holds himself in such high regard? That’s just embarrassing. It didn’t take me more than thirty minutes to deal with all of them.I watched the last guy take his last breath, his tear-filled eyes staring up at me before life evaporated them. The stench of his blood and the blood of his colleagues filled the air, and I had the sudden urge to throw up. I looked behind me to find the long hallway littered with corpses, and a shudder ran up my spine.Turning back on the gruesome scene, I stepped out of the fairly large mansion and into the windy night. I doubt it has been up to five hours since I was kidnapped and I was already free. A part of me wanted to go back inside and look for Don Russo and do what my mother hasn't done in the five years since he became a nuisance to us. But I had no desire to do so.They say you are at your best when you do what you love, but I did not like taking the lives

~~~~~TWENTY YEARS LATER~~~~Eleanor’s POV"You disgusting bitch!""Nah, that’s definitely you, honey." More pain shot through my face as I sustained yet another punch to my face. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and I spat at my tormentor’s feet. I looked up at his raging green eyes and smiled, "Now, that’s no way to treat a lady, now is it?""You are no lady," Don Russo muttered, and I could not stop myself from laughing hysterically at that. I had lost over three liters of blood, yet I was laughing like I was not undergoing the worst pain of my life. That was what my mother taught me: to never show men that you are weak. Especially the disgusting ones like the one standing before me.I could see some of Don Russo’s men looking at me with worry. Even though I was tied by both my ankles and wrists, I was the one to be most feared. I was not just the daughter of the most feared woman in all of Italy, but I was also partially insane. I mean, who laughs when they are getting

Chiara’s POVMy heart has never beat so fast before in my life. I have never felt so much fear and adrenaline all at once. I felt cold even though massive beads of sweat were trickling down my pale skin. How unfortunate could I possibly be? Why did this have to happen to me? What wrong have I done to live such a horrible life?What did I do to deserve to be treated this way? I was fleeing for my life like a dog. No, I would never speak about myself in such a manner. The men chasing after me with hungry looks in their drunken eyes were the dogs, not me. They were disgusting. All men were disgusting.I do not care if you think I am exaggerating. I was entitled to my own opinions and mine were backed up with facts. Men were cruel, vile, disgusting creatures. They did nothing but drink at bars and speak ill of women with their friends while they belittled and objectified us. They looked down on my kind. They thought we were worthless and were only useful in bed.Not a single man has ever