Novels by Sassy M

LIA'S POV.I was lying on my bed, reading a book when I heard a loud scream coming from downstairs. My heart began to race as I sat up and tried to listen for any other sounds. As I stood up to leave the room, I felt something strange in my throat. It was like a lump that wouldn't go away, and it made me feel sick.I stumbled towards the door, but my legs were shaking so much that I couldn't walk properly. I knew that something was wrong, and I needed to get downstairs to find out what was happening. As I made my way down the stairs, the feeling in my throat intensified, and I began to feel dizzy.Suddenly, I knew that I was going to throw up. I tried to hold it back, but it was too late. I ran towards the restroom and barely made it in time to throw up into the toilet. The taste in my mouth was disgusting, and I felt like I was going to be sick again.After a few minutes, I managed to compose myself and rinse my mouth with water. I knew that I had to get back downstairs to find out w

ASHER'S POV.I feel like I've been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. The exhaustion of the past few weeks has finally caught up with me, leaving me feeling like a shadow of my former self. My mind is foggy and my thoughts are jumbled, making even the simplest tasks feel like a Herculean effort.I used to enjoy the simple things in life - a good meal, a warm shower, a book by the fire. But now, even these small pleasures have lost their appeal. My taste buds have dulled, and I can barely distinguish between flavors. The warmth of the water in the shower does little to soothe my aching muscles, and I find myself wanting to crawl back into bed instead.The world seems to be moving in slow motion, while I am stuck in quicksand. My mind is constantly racing, yet I feel like I am not making any progress. I can barely remember the last time I felt truly rested, truly at peace.I try to shake off these feelings and focus on the task at hand - the rebuilding of our Pack. But th

RAYA'S POV.I walked towards my Packhouse, my senses heightened and my heart beating with excitement. The guards all parted ways for me, as if they knew I was coming. I could sense the air of respect around me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.As I walked through the Packhouse, I saw the Alpha King seated on his throne. He looked up at me, a sly smile on her face. "Well, well, well," he said. "If it isn't the prodigal daughter returning home."I walked up to him, trying my best to maintain my composure. "Hello, Your Majesty," I said. "It's good to be back."The Alpha King raised an eyebrow. "Is it?" he said. "You've been gone a very long time, Raya. Do you know how much trouble you've caused?"I felt a shiver go down my spine. I knew that the he was just teasing me, but there was always a hint of truth to his jokes. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty," I said. "I had to take care of some things."He leaned forward. "Well, now that you're back, you'll have to make it up to us," she

RAYA'S POV.As I walked through the ruins of Lance's Pack, my heart felt heavy with satisfaction and anger of still dealing with Lance. The destruction was palpable, and it seemed to seep into every pore of my being. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash, and the ground beneath my feet was littered with debris.The once-beautiful buildings were now nothing but a pile of rubble and broken concrete. The walls that had once stood tall and proud were now crumbled, like a stack of cards that had been knocked down by a gust of wind. The roofs that had once protected the inhabitants of the pack were now gone, leaving only the sky above.The silence was deafening. The only sound was the gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind blew through the trees. It was as if the Pack had been frozen in time, and I was the only one left to bear witness to the destruction.I walked through the ruins, my eyes scanning the scene in front of me. The buildings that were once the center of life in

ASHER'S POV.We were met with resistance, but we fought back with all our might. The sound of shattering glass and the smell of smoke filled the air as we made our way deeper into the facility.I saw Raya's deadly accuracy with her throwing knives as she took down an enemy guard. Raya's fighting skills were impressive as she dodged a punch and kicked her opponent in the gut. The rest of our warriors were equally skilled, and it was clear that we were a formidable force.I led the charge, taking down any guard that came in our way. We made our way to the center of the lab, where Lance had kept his most powerful anomalies. They were kept in cages, and it was clear that they had been mistreated and abused.I felt my anger and disgust boil inside of me. These creatures were innocent, and they had been used as weapons by Lance. We had to put an end to it. Without hesitation, we destroyed the cages, freeing the anomalies from their captivity.As we made our way out of the lab, I could hear

ASHER'S POV.As I walked into the quarters where the warriors Raya had brought were staying, I was immediately struck by the flurry of activity. There were people everywhere, rushing around and preparing for the mission ahead. Weapons were being sharpened and polished, gear was being packed and checked, and there was a general sense of excitement and anticipation in the air.I walked through the crowds, taking in the scenery and the way the warriors were scattered in groups, talking and laughing and preparing for battle. It was clear that these were experienced fighters, each one ready and willing to do whatever it took to ensure the success of our mission.As I made my way through the bustling crowds, I eventually found myself outside of Raya's room. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should interrupt her, but ultimately decided that it was important to talk to her.As I opened the door, I was surprised to see Raya engaged in a passionate embrace with a man I didn't recognize. The

BELLA’s POV“If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t be here anymore. I’d still be rotting away in jail, and you… you’d continue to suffer in ignorance.”“I can’t believe this!” I exclaimed, my voice shaking.I really couldn’t believe it. All this time, I had blamed my dad for abandoning me, convinced he had chosen to walk away from my life. But the truth was far worse. He had been suffering while I resented him. I had let Vincent manipulate me into hating the only real family I had left.I felt so stupid.Vincent had played me like a fool. He had wrecked my life, stolen my trust, and as if that wasn’t enough, he had tried to kill my father.He was a monster.“I know this is a lot to take in,” my father said gently. “But it’s the truth. If not for Santiago, I would have died in that prison.”That name. Santiago. It sent a jolt through me. Why does that name sound so familiar?“Do I know him?” I asked, frowning. “The name, it feels like I’ve heard it before. And how did he do it? How did he

BELLA POVA knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. I had been lost in my head ever since I ended the call with my father, running through every possible way I could convince Vincent to let me leave. Meeting my father felt like an impossible dream, but I had to try.The door creaked open, and Alessia stepped inside, as composed as ever in her neatly pressed uniform.“Good evening, ma’am. Don has asked you to join him for dinner.”My heart lifted at her words. Finally, a chance to talk to Vincent. I must find the right moment to bring it up. Hopefully, he is still nice.“Thanks, Alessia. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”She nodded politely and slipped out, closing the door behind her.I hurried to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cool water onto my face. My hands gripped the sink as I looked up at my reflection.I looked better.Healthier.My skin had a glow that wasn’t there before, and the exhaustion that once weighed down my face had faded. Whether it was the ex

BELLA POVCould my life get any worse?Probably. I am the most unfortunate human to ever walk the earth so, I’d rather not find out.As much as I hated to admit it, I was settling into a routine at this house, this miserable, suffocating place that I refused to call home.Every day had started to blur together. Breakfast with Vincent, a walk around the estate, movies, overthinking, plotting ways to escape, and doom-scrolling through social media to watch other people live the life I wanted. A pathetic existence, really.The real shock, though? Vincent gave me back my phone.That alone was suspicious enough, but even weirder was the way he had changed. Gone was the arrogant, overbearing version of him I had grown used to. Now, he spoke to me like I was fragile like I mattered. And I hated that it confused me. It made me question everything.Still, there was another problem, he was barely around anymore.“Where the hell does he keep disappearing to?” I muttered, flipping onto my stomach

THIRD POV“I want a clean job, Bianchi. Hit hard and fast. Take our best men and get me that bastard, there shouldn’t be any mistakes.” Vincent said through gritted teeth, his voice laced with barely contained fury.His body burned with rage, and the only thing that could satiate it was the blood of the fool who dared to strike at him once again using underhanded tactics.“I must show him what happens when he crosses me,” Vincent continued, his fists clenching at his sides. “I’ve been too lenient. He needs to learn… no, he will learn that I will always be above him.”Bianchi gave a sharp nod. “He messed with the wrong man, Don. I’ll drag him here myself.”Without another word, Bianchi turned on his heel and strode out of Vincent’s office, his expression set in stone. Downstairs, a dozen of their best men were already waiting, weapons checked, eyes sharp.Bianchi smirked as he surveyed them. “Hello, boys. Ready to have some fun?”“Yes, sir!” they answered in unison, excitement cracklin

BELLA“I’m going crazy,” I mumbled, kicking my feet against the mattress in frustration.None of this makes sense. I must be losing my mind. How does a man go from being the most insufferable human on the planet to someone… nice?Vincent was rude. Vincent was mean. Vincent had the patience of a malfunctioning time bomb and the arrogance of a king who conquered a kingdom just to burn it down for fun. That was the Vincent I knew, the one I tolerated at best and loathed.“So why, in the name of all things logical, was he being sweet earlier?”I groaned, rolling onto my stomach and burying my face in my pillow before mumbling into the fabric, “Is he possessed? Is there such a thing as a nice ghost?”Then I scoffed. Who was I kidding? Even a ghost would take one look at his body and decide, Yeah, no thanks. Not worth the trouble.Vincent was a walking disaster, a wrecking ball that had single-handedly turned my already messed up life upside down. Kidnapping me, dragging me into his stupid

VINCENT POVI let out a low chuckle, wincing slightly as the movement pulled at my freshly stitched wound. “So you do care, after all,” I teased, my voice laced with amusement.Bianchi scoffed. “Care? Please. I’m just looking out for myself. If you kick the bucket, guess who has to clean up the mess? Spoiler alert, it’s me, and I’m not interested.”I smirked as I tilted my head slightly. “You sure? You’d make a decent boss, Bianchi.”“Absolutely not,” Bianchi deadpanned. “I enjoy my life. I like my tailored suits without bullet holes. I like sleeping without one eye open. And most importantly, I like drinking my whiskey without wondering if it’s been poisoned.”I chuckled again, shaking my head. This argument with Bianchi never gets old.“Do I need to remind you that you are my second in command and you are already in danger?.”“Yeah, yeah.” He said dismissively.Bianchi leaned forward, his tone shifting to something more serious. “But in all honesty, we can’t let something like last