Novels by ihejiveracity

AMELIA We were in a small meeting. Me , frat guy and some of his team. He had a map of my home in Los Angeles spread out in front of him and I tried not to flinch each time he pointed out things and hidden entrances to my home as he talked about his strategy to infiltrate my home and kill my father.‘’So I’ll get in through the front gate inside her limo and I’ll make my way up through the back entrance to the house. And if things go as planned, I’ll be inside the control room in exactly five minutes. You’re going to have only five minutes to take your strategic positions then the cameras and all the security installations are coming on again.’’I tried my best to memorize all he was saying, trying to figure out a way to spoil all their plans without alerting my father. I had a vague idea what my father was going to do to him if he – my father found out, and even with all he had done to me, I couldn’t lie to myself that I wanted him to get hurt.‘’Well I just don’t think we can trust

AMELIAMy days passed uneventfully at the varsity. Hot frat party guy still refused to tell me his name. He still kept draining information from me about my Daddy. I didn’t believe he could come close to killing him and so I answered all of his questions – truthfully. I really don't know how to die -- or so I believe.He still kept up the sexual energy, kissing me at times, touching me in places his hands had no business going to, until I stopped trying to decieve myself. I had a crush on him, a massive one and I think he knew it. I guess it made him feel big and powerful, it made me feel small and powerless.I and Clarrisa had finally gotten to some unspoken understanding of some sorts, she stopped trying to make me talk about frat guy and I stopped stuttering. Most of the times now, she was wrapped up in her romance with one Percy King, I didn’t ask her about him either.I was passing beside the basketball court, already late for an evening class when I saw a two basketball players.

AMELIAI came back from class tired and worn out, wanting nothing more than to crash on my bed. I could take a short nap. Sleeping in the afternoon didn’t mean I was getting old.It was a standard joke at home that started when I was six and Helen had been reading a bedtime story to me. I had taken a fancy to an old woman who according to the book needed lots of sleep in the afternoon. Having never seen an old person before, I marveled at her gray scanty hair, her wrinkles and how bent she was over her walking stick. My family who were over a hundred years old were still strong and looked young and yet here was this woman who was only eighty looking so feeble. The next day when my father had said he needed to take a nap, I had gotten so scared and shouted ‘are you turning into an old woman Daddy.’ It took a lot of explaining for me to get out of punishment that day, and then after that, it became a family joke – sleeping in the afternoon was for old women.I smiled. Only thinking abou

AmeliaIt was a week since my encounter with the hot frat guy. He hadn't told me his name, and yet somehow, his face -- the whole of him had been imprinted in my head.Tall, tan, shaggy blond hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen with a body that was fit only for a god. He was the first man to kiss me, to touch me and also the first man to threaten my life.I shivered only thinking about the fact that he could hear every sound around me. How many people was he listening to right now? How many people had he threatened.... or was he only angry with nineteen year old vampires who had the misfortune to come to his school?Even as I asked those questions silently in my head, I knew the answer. He hated vampires and didn't think anything of killing one, I wondered why I was still alive.I took off my clothes and tied a towel around my chest, wondering if he could hear the fabric of my dress as I lifted it above me head -- if he could tell what the sound was. Thinking about that alone bro

AmeliaHe hadn't told me his name, yet I was pressed in a dark room into a corner, walled in by the door, the wall and him, letting him do things to me I had once only heard Juliet and Helen talk about and causing me to make strange animal noises.His tongue stroked mine, teasing, showing me the sweetest agony I had ever known and just when I thought he had shown me everything, his fingers started a new rythm on my chest. My gown was half way down now and shame burned my face when he lowered his lips to the exposed skin, but it was pleasure that made me cry out. He muffled my cries with his mouth again and when he brought his lips to my ear it was to whisper ''Keep screaming like that and you'll bring the entire frat party into this room to find out what's going on and for some reason, I don't want you to be discovered half dressed.''I started to apologise but it only ended in a moan as he bit the tip of my ear and then kissed it.My chest was still bare so that when he shifted sligh

AmeliaI was driven up to the varsity in a limo and I half expected the college students to line up to welcome me, their princess but the school hardly noticed my arrival. Freshmen students and their parents were received in a large auditorium were many people I couldn't even remember their names and offices gave countless number of speeches until when I thought I was going to fall asleep in my seat out of boredom, we were shown to our dorms, parents hugged their wide eyed children and cried while some students like me who came alone tried not to look too lost as we tried to find our rooms.I stared up at the room number that was going to be the name of my new home, afraid to enter, scared that if I did, I was making it permanent. I couldn't just run back home to my Daddy when I lost courage. I was so lost in thought, I didn't see the beautiful tall blonde who had come to stand in front of me until she spoke.''Well Daddy's little girl is scared.'' She said mimicking the voice of a li

The road to the palace seemed longer than ever, each step heavier than the last. My chest felt like it was caving in, suffocating under the weight of my thoughts. Damian’s promises replayed in my mind, over and over, like a broken record. He swore we’d be together no matter what, that his father wouldn’t stand in our way.I’d opened myself to him in ways I’d never done with anyone else. He was my world, my everything. I’d given him every part of me—body, heart, and soul. Didn’t he know i would do anything for him? Didn’t he see the lengths I’d go to just to keep him by my side? And now... now it felt like he was throwing it all away, tossing me aside like I was nothing.The thought made my heart feel like it was drowning in a sea of pain. My breaths came shallow, and it took everything in me to keep walking.As I approached the palace gates, I wiped at my tear-streaked face. I couldn’t let them see me like this. I straightened my back and plastered on a neutral expression, pretending

The path back to the Silver Crest Pack was long, quiet, and awkward. The Gamma walked ahead of me, silent and brooding. Every now and then, I glanced at him, hoping he’d say something, but he kept his eyes fixed forward, as if I didn’t exist.The silence wasn’t the kind that let you think clearly. It pressed down on me, making the air harder to breathe. I tried to distract myself with thoughts of Damian, clinging to the belief that his father would accept me. Damian loved me—I was sure of it. His father just needed to see reasons with him , and then everything would work out. The stranger beside me? He was just a precaution. Nothing more.I clung to those thoughts, letting them calm my nerves.But then I’d catch the Gamma’s piercing gaze. His eyes, so sharp and calculating, made my skin crawl. It wasn’t fear—it was something else. He looked at me like I was some silly child playing a game I didn’t understand. I hated that look, and I hated that he didn’t even try to hide it.Finally,

I had no idea what to expect when I arrived at the Blood Moon Pack. The stories I’d heard about it made it sound like a place where wolves and monsters roamed, and no one was ever really safe. Whispers about their assassins —men and women who could kill without a sound, without even a second thought.The books I read spoke of their eyes, cold and hard, and their unmatched skills in battle. This was the kind of place where even the strongest shivered at the thought of crossing them. My heart beat fast as I walked up to the giant stone gates.I felt my heart race with each step I took closer to the gates . Stone tower walls loomed ahead, like something out of a dark fairytale.When I reached the gates, two guards stood watch. Their eyes were sharp, scanning every inch of me. I felt small under their gaze, but I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t let them turn me away.I had practiced my story in my head over and over again. I was just a messenger with information the Alpha needed to hear

I stood in the kitchen, the warm smell of eggs and bread filling the tiny house. The sun peeked through the curtains, spilling light onto the wooden floor. My hands moved quickly, flipping the eggs and stirring the porridge.My mother sat at the small table near the window, knitting as usual. Her hands worked fast, but I could tell she wasn’t really focused.“Mama,” I said, breaking the silence, “have you ever had a mate before?”My mother’s hands froze mid-stitch, and she turned to look at me with a raised brow. “Why are you asking that?” she teased, a knowing smile spreading across her face. “Have you found your mate?”I nearly dropped the spatula. “No, Mama! It’s not like that!” I said quickly. My cheeks felt hot, and I turned back to the stove. “I was just wondering... what does it feel like?”mother’s smile softened, but her gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, as if trying to read the unspoken thoughts behind the question. “It’s… it’s a feeling like no other,” mother finally

“This is not a romance novel,” I kept telling myself over and over again as the Alpha’s son held my hand. He would not suddenly fall in love with a lowly servant —but I’m getting ahead of myself. My name is Sirrela, and I am the bastard daughter of an enemy Alpha, not that anyone in this pack knows. My mother was a simple servant, and of course, when I became old enough, I followed her path as a servant. How my mother, a servant, met my father, an enemy Alpha, is another story for another time. Of course, I do not work at the palace; I do not have the qualifications. Only my mother does. But today, my mother was very ill, and she begged me to cover her shift for her. I’d heard so many stories about Alpha Kane’s palace, and my mother had even confirmed that his son, Lucian, is very handsome and brave. So, of course, my heart was beating fast with anticipation as I brought the glass he’d rung for into his bedroom. He was standing shirtless, facing the window, and I sucked in a b