Novel-novel oleh Bamy Writes

Sam's quest continues……Every one of his actions seemed deliberate. The air in the house felt thickened with tension looming around as Lily paced with her lingering thoughts.She had come over instantly; his brother told her Sam went to Hunter's house."You went to his house?" Lily's brows knitted together, disbelief etched on her face. "Are you dumb? What were you thinking?" She pushed him in the chest, her frustration building in her.She dreaded what could happen to her, she hoped she was still safe, she wasn't sure of her action, especially when Hunter knew he was with him.Contrary to her uneasiness, doubts were building in him. Sam barely flinched from her, though he was fighting to keep himself on track; she needed the girl, and he had to continue making her believe she was in control while he navigated his way, his throne, being the King.He took a deep breath, fighting the storm within. Pulling out his cigar lighter, a devilish smirk crept onto his lips as he flicked it open,

Amelia's car was in the front, and another slowly trailed behind her. She had gotten used to it already, the single act that always drew much attention to her anywhere she went.Her beep pulled her attention, and she took it to realize it was for Damon. He had sent her a confirmatory letter, accepting her resignation letter with some reimbursement. She threw the phone down, facing her thighs.“Can you drive down the hallway instead of driving home straight?” She questioned her driver who followed her instructions without responding.Amelia, instead of declaring her location to the man driving, chose to direct him. She felt it was safer as she couldn't think of herself, and everything about her didn't feel safe anymore.The same place where she had first encountered Sam was displayed in her view. She let out a breath while slowly descending from her car before approaching the door.Her hand stood frozen on the doorknob, the voices she heard seemed too familiar, and she couldn't mistake

The atmosphere outside the mall was thickened, covered with a brooding cloud, the bustling street reflecting its dark gray.The sudden rumbling sent everyone running to and from as if echoing the tension stewing within.Lucy dressed entirely in black-a, a fitted black jacket paired with dark jeans that hugged her silhouette. Her baseball cap hides almost all her face, leaving her long hair hanging down her back like a dark waterfall, exuding her beauty.Every one of her strides reverberates her intention; she hid her face when she came across the CCTV camera while her hand was tucked in her jacket pocket.Desperation clawed at her; this was the only way to mend her broken trust of her brother in her. She maneuvers her way through the common room, passing behind the clerk’s table, feigning pretense as if she was heading to the restroom before going for the door that has 'For emergency only' written boldly by it while trailing the stairs.The storm was becoming heavier, threatening to f

“Just a strand, Sam…..a strand!” Hunter said through his gnashed teeth.He stood pacing the room while Damon worked on his laptop to access Hunter's safeguard camera but he was shocked to realize it had been disconnected from within.“Oh, no… stop using that method!” Sam waved off their intention, it was as if he could see and read his movement from there.Hunter was still seething in anger giving him difficulties to think properly. He had rushed out to the bar not thinking about her security. He chose to today, of all day to dismiss most of his maids because he wanted to be with her alone, he wanted to have that moment with her, he had even abandoned and turned down his sister's request when she urged to see him but out of his foolishness, he had let his emotions get the best of him.He tried to heave a slow breath, not to give Sam the reaction he wanted.Damon had continued sending a code to any of their minions nearby, since those available might have been drugged, it wasn't said,

“What the heck is that about?!” Amelia flared up immediately as they entered the house, her eyes darting, rolling her eyes as frustration set in. She barely forced her way outside through the buzz of reporters.She had decided to stay silent on their way home, practicing her speech, calming her raging heart.She felt tired of everything, she wanted to let things, it was like all her move was being monitored and in between all was another message from a fucking unknown number…..“Have a nice day ahead, more coming!” She couldn't react while they were still in the car and chose to stay mute.She lashed out at Hunter; she needed someone to vent to. She knew everything started with him, everything always turned out in chaos, and here she was, always hooked up in their stupid game. Unbeknownst to her, Sam wanted her as much as she couldn't process.“I had no idea what you're talking about, Amelia!” Hunter said in defiance.“I wanted to surprise you and that's why I never told you anything

“What took you so long?” Hunter sneered.He was patiently waiting for her to come back but when he saw Sam's expression revealing too much ease, he knew he was about to pull a string.This event was basically dedicated to him, and could also be the greatest weapon against him. Lucy hadn't been turning up too much, after the incident with Amelia, she had been staying low and Hunter was surprised when he couldn't see her around.Damon had been busy networking, which looked normal; we are in a business world. Hunter had thought.Damon's eyes flew to the cause of the scene unfolding some distance away.“I am fine, I just needed some time!” Amelia trailed, her voice laced with fatigue.“Do you want to go home? Should we call it a day?” Hunter declared, worries and concerns etched on his countenance.Amelia bit her bottom lip so hard that it bled, and she was moved to tears. Everything was happening so fast, leaving her in a daze, trying to absorb all the information.She couldn't disregard

Teya’s PovThe sterile smell of the academy doctor’s office enveloped me like an unwelcome blanket, its sharp, clinical scent sharp enough to cut through the whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind. It felt almost like the musty air was trying to cleanse me of all the overflowing chaos and turmoil that had taken root in my brain. I glanced at my arm, feeling the weight of the tightly wrapped bandage—throbbing, yes, and neatly secured, but honestly, the dull throb was a minor annoyance compared to the tempest brewing inside me. Sitting there on the narrow examination bed, my legs swinging back and forth, I attempted to zone in on the quiet hum of the overhead fluorescent lights. I thought maybe if I focused on that monotonous buzz, I could drown out the vivid images racing around in my head. There was that fierceness in Lucien’s gaze that sent shivers down my spine, the collective gasp from the crowd as his wolf had lunged at me, and the heavy, suffocating sense of betrayal that f

Lucien’s PovThe arena hummed with anticipation, the sharp scent of sweat and adrenaline thick in the air. Students circled the perimeter, voices low but eager, the way wolves always were when blood was a possibility. The combat instructor’s whistle sliced through the murmurs, signaling the next bout.I could feel it in my bones, a rush of adrenaline pulsing through me, a clear and undeniable sense that this was my moment—my chance to take control of everything that was spiraling out of my grasp. Across the ring, there was Ryker, standing like he owned the place, all cool and collected. His pale hair was pulled back, giving him that effortless vibe, the kind that made it look like he hadn’t broken a sweat in ages. He stood tall, relaxed, almost like he was just waiting for the world to bend to his will. Too relaxed. It was as if he was already wearing the crown, confident in the knowledge that there was no contest. He was exuding this aura that practically screamed, “I’m the winner

Teya’s POVThe dream came again.It was always the same—his eyes first, molten amber burning into me, stripping away the shields I thought I’d built so carefully. Then his hand would reach for me, steady and sure, and my entire body would respond like it had been waiting for that touch my whole life. I would feel his breath against my skin, hear his voice—low, rough, reverent—calling my name like a prayer.And then I’d wake up.Every damn time, I woke up. Heart pounding. Skin damp with sweat. My wolf hummed in a way I couldn’t silence.It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. Not everything about him—Ryker, the man who made everyone else flinch when he entered a room—should have screamed danger to me. Not when every rational part of me whispered that this… this thing simmering between us could only end in pain.But my wolf didn’t listen to reason. It never did when it came to him.By the time morning came, I was exhausted. My reflection in the mirror looked worse for wear—dark smudges under

Lucien’s POVThe walls of my room felt like they were gradually closing in on me, almost like they had a life of their own.Each second felt like it was dragging on forever, a relentless slice across my nerves, sharp and precise, breaking me apart in ways I couldn’t even begin to understand.It was that kind of feeling where you were just one breath away from losing it completely, and I was left in a whirlwind of confusion, trying to figure out how the heck to pick up the pieces of myself that seemed to be scattered everywhere.So, like a caged animal, I started to pace. Back and forth, back and forth—I couldn’t seem to find a moment of stillness.My hands were a mess, clenching and unclenching at my sides, almost as if my body was trying to fight off that primal instinct that was my wolf.He was there, just underneath the surface, prowling and restless, a storm of emotions swirling inside of him—anger, longing, and something that felt dangerously close to full-blown panic.He didn’t

Ryker’s POVHonestly, the storm raging inside me was relentless, like an untamed beast that just wouldn't be tamed. No matter how many times I reminded myself of the rules I’d laid down the moment I first crossed paths with her, that chaos didn’t lessen.Stay away. Don’t get attached. Don’t let her become a weakness.But there I was again, rooted to the spot at the edge of the training field, my gaze inexplicably glued to her. It felt like my wolf had made a decision and refused to consider any alternative; it was as if I had no say in the matter. She was caught up in laughter with someone—some guy, of course—her face lit up with a brightness that made my heart sink and soar at the same time. It was a sight I could hardly handle. Her smile was softer, kinder than I’d ever seen, and it struck a deep chord within me. The ache it produced was both beautiful and haunting—a dangerous allure that whispered promises of disaster if I allowed myself to indulge in these feelings. With an

Teya’s POVThe silence of my room pressed down on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, my fingers digging into my palms as if holding myself together could somehow stop the spiraling thoughts in my head. My chest still ached from the argument with Lucien, if you could call it that, his harsh words, my own sharp retorts, and that final blow I’d dealt when I’d questioned whether my wolf even recognized him.I hadn’t meant it. Not really. In that intense moment, as his rage sliced right through me like a sharp knife, I could feel my own pride crumbling into pieces, bleeding out all over the place. All I could think about was the overwhelming urge to make him feel a fraction of the pain he was inflicting on me. I wanted him to know how it felt to be wounded and vulnerable, just like I was.And you know what? I actually did it. The expression on his face just before I turned on my heel and stormed out of the room was one I knew