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

VINCENTIt had been a whole week, and I still couldn’t get Bella out of my head.She had been distant since the night I ignored her, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why.It wasn’t just avoidance. She refused to look at me. She hadn’t gone to school, barely ate, and spent every damn day locked in her room like the world outside didn’t exist.The last time I tried to approach her, it ended in disaster. She acted like I was invisible like my presence didn’t even register. The only time she reacted was when I reached out to touch her.She flinched. Hard.Like my touch was revolting. Like I was something she needed to get away from.I had walked out of her room that day, shaken in a way I couldn’t explain. But I hadn’t stopped trying.I made sure the maids prepared her favorite meals. Stocked the kitchen with her favorite snacks. Left little gestures to remind her that I was still there.She barely touched any of it.I didn’t know exactly what depression looked like, but what

BELLAThe driver dropped me off at school, but the sinking feeling in my stomach still wouldn’t go away. I let out a slow breath, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I quickened my pace through the gates.I needed to meet Santiago fast.Before I could get far, someone grabbed my arm. I flinched my pulse spiking, only to exhale in relief when I turned and saw Carmen.“Bella. Where is your head? I’ve been calling your name since you stepped through the gates,” she said, eyes narrowing in concern.“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.She didn’t look convinced. “Are you okay? You look a bit lost.”I groaned internally. Of course, she’d notice. Carmen was too perceptive for her good. And now I had to find a way out of this conversation without hurting her feelings.“I’m fine, Carmen, but I’m kind of in a hurry. Can we meet up in class?” I forced a smile, hoping she wouldn’t push.Her brow furrowed. “Where are you going? Classes start soon.”I gently pulled

THIRD POVSantiago’s jaw was clenched so tight it felt like it might snap. His fists curled at his sides as he paced the length of his office, his mind spiraling with anger. Vincent had stood right in his own home, his own territory, and dared to threaten him like he was nothing more than a disgusting street rat. The audacity of it burned in his chest like wildfire.The door to his office swung open, and he halted mid-step. His head snapped toward the intruder with a deep scowl on his face.Nathan stepped in, bowing slightly before straightening. “Boss,” he said, his voice calm despite the tension thick in the air. “What are you going to do now that Vincent knows about your plan to use Bella? He didn’t even seem fazed when he found out she went through his phone. It makes me wonder if there was anything valuable in there to begin with. What’s our next move?”Santiago’s frown deepened. Nathan had just voiced the very thoughts gnawing at his mind, but if there was one thing Santiago pri

VINCENT“Don! Wake up!”I felt hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me with a force that rattled my bones. A groan slipped past my lips as I weakly swatted them away.“Don! Vincent!”The voice cut through my drowsiness like a blade. It was familiar, urgent.“Bianchi?” I cracked one eye open, my vision blurring before slowly sharpening to the sight of my right-hand man hovering over me.My head pounded like a drum, heavy and sluggish as if my brain had been stuffed with cotton. I felt like I’d been hit by a truck.“If you weren’t breathing, I would’ve assumed you were dead,” Bianchi muttered, scanning me with wary eyes. “What the hell happened?”I yawned, stretching out my stiff limbs before dragging myself up to rest against the headboard. “What are you doing here?” My voice came out rough, hoarse.“I’ve been calling your phone for hours no answer. I asked the guards if you’d stepped out, and they said you hadn’t left your room all day.”I frowned. “All day? Stop being dramatic, Bianc

VINCENTSomething felt off.Bella had been talking nonstop since I started eating, filling the silence with rants and complaints about being stuck in the house. It wasn’t unusual, Bella loved to talk but there was something too deliberate about it. Like she was keeping me distracted.I eyed her suspiciously as she sighed dramatically. “I’m honestly tired of always being stuck in this house. I need to go outside, make friends, go to parties, and just do everything a college student should do.”I stabbed a piece of pancake with my fork. “I can take you out.” My tone was casual, dismissive.Bella snorted. “So I can end up getting kidnapped again? No, thank you.”She’s joking with me? I reminded myself. It’s Bella. She jokes about everything. Maybe she wanted to go back when we were comfortable just talking about everything while eating.“It’s not funny.” She gave me a pointed look. “I nearly died because you wanted to party. I wonder what would happen the next time you took me anywhere.”

VINCENTSantiago chuckled, the sound low and mocking as he stirred his soup slowly. His indifference only fueled my rage.“You always did enjoy being dramatic Vincent,” he mused, lifting the spoon to his lips. “Tell me, did you rehearse that little entrance, or does your anger just make you naturally a comedian?”I slammed my fist against the table, rattling his bowl and making a few people glance our way. He didn’t even flinch. If anything, he looked mildly entertained.“Don’t test me, Santiago.” My voice was filled with warning. “You think you can use that bastard as a shield? That you can hide behind that flimsy excuse of a father and walk away unscathed?” I leaned in, my voice a low snarl. “You don’t get to slip away this time, I know your fucking plans and I suggest you drop it.”Santiago sighed as if I were an annoying child rather than a man ready to rip his throat out. He dabbed the corner of his mouth with a napkin before meeting my glare with a smirk.“And what exactly do yo