Novels by Bamy Writes

Amelia's hands trembled towards the door and with the last courage while trying to exhale as much breathe as she could calming her nerves, she turned the knob to the opposite but to her surprise, it was one of his guards and that's when it occurred to her that Hunter wasn't born to respect privacy, he could have barged in and leaves the gentleman’s act.“Hey!”“Master would like to speak with you ... .in his study room!” Amelia rolled her eyes, a little taken aback. She has never thought of Hunter initiating a conversation or sending someone to get her.“Thanks,” She flashed a smile before asking him to be on his way, but she was shocked when the guy insisted they leave together.“I would like to get something done, tell him I would be there before he knew it!”She noticed no reaction from him which showed his resistance. Amelia was filled with rage, getting trampled by Hunter is a thing but being disrespected by one of his guards was another level of disrespect.She clenched her pa

Amelia woke up with a stiffened neck and as she tried to straighten, it sent a sharp pain through her. She never thought she could sleep off in that position.She stood upright from the cold tiles, she wanted to reach for her phone but it was nowhere to be found.She was anticipating that Damon might have dropped her a message. She checked the wall clock and realized it was some minutes past dawn.Images of yesterday flashed across her mind, and she inhaled a deep breath, trying to soothe herself with words, even though it was futile.She needed water, her throat felt dry, and her chest ached from the sob she refused to let out.She started pacing while counting the tick-tock of the clock, she was patiently waiting for the time Hunter would leave the house.She didn't want to see him or his slut. She felt certain he would have left as usual when the time reached a few minutes past 7, she wobbled outside, her limb didn't do her justice as well, and the pain was difficult to ignore.Sh

Lily sat on the corner of a prestigious restaurant gently scrolling through her phone. She had perfectly schemed the plot while waiting for the results. She had ensured no one would ever think she was behind the increased number of slanderous statements against Amelia. In her eyes filled with hatred, disgust, and determination……Determination to make her pay for what she had done.She had become a laughing stock amongst her friends and colleagues, and now she wanted to make her life a living hell. Little did she know what awaited her fate.Hunter barged into Amelia's room. He had no intention of knocking, he hated the fact that she could decide and move on with her authority.Damon had mocked him already and promised that even if he was going to help he had to prove something right only because he had believed Amelia to be innocent.Amelia jumped out of fear; she had just come out of the bathroom because she felt she needed to calm her raging self.The towel was partially wrapped aroun

Amelia got in to meet the shocked face on the guard, which was actually what she had anticipated, but deep down, they were trembling in fear because they had been called and threatened by Hunter.Hunter made the call before driving home, he couldn't go home straight. He was informed about the drugs that were just shipped in and he needed to check the quality but on getting there…..he could literally sense something was fishy, The look, Their sudden uneasiness,And the way they wouldn't stop staggering backward when he tends to move closer all said it all.They wouldn't stop avoiding his gaze. The liquor he drank was his favourite and he always gave him the high spirit to mess with those messed with him.He dipped his hands into one of the fields up sack loaded down. He wasn't the only one there, and they were all trembling with the aura he was exuding.He dragged one of their suppliers by the neckline…..The others scrambled away, cowering in fear.“You dimwit!” He vented his anger o

Amelia had just woken and it was a little bit dark outside, close to dawn. She wore a baggy top and shorts. She went outside the room to the grumbling sound of her stomach; she needed to eat something. She had gone on an empty stomach crying herself to sleep.She went straight to the kitchen and while going, she met a parcel lying neatly on the big center table; she wanted to ignore telling herself she had no business with him or anything related to him.She wanted to move closer when the sound of her stomach stopped her and then she decided to check it later.She missed cooking, and she wanted to settle for fast food because of hunger, so she went for comfort food instead.She wanted to start when she was stopped by the maid and it disgusted her so much because she couldn't win over the argument. She felt infuriated and the images of his moving lips when he was saying those words flashed back through her face, infuriating her.Just as much as she was hungry, she also wanted to distr

Hunter Chase found himself in a state of a dilemma; it wasn't quite long when Damian sent in the picture of where he had carried Lily, and it seemed so perfect as if those people who caught it were waiting for the opportunity.It was written #New bride?With different people giving their stupid opinions and trying to compare.He had barged in on Lily's when they were just rounding off her wound…..“Did you do this!” He snarled enunciating words.Lily couldn't speak up; she hadn't done something like that; all she wanted was to proclaim Amelia the bad person; maybe that could change his mind.She never had an intention of ruining his long-time project or tarnishing his image, but deep down, he was a little bit satisfied, and then he remembered Ava.“I am going to ask you one more time which means out of generosity, I am giving you one last chance, Lily Reeds…..Did you do this?”She was shaking in fear; she knew she had to say something, or she wouldn't like what would be coming next.“

Lucien's POV I’d been standing in the drizzle for thirty-seven minutes when the courier finally arrived.The sky had opened up just enough to lace the stone steps in silver, the sort of half-hearted rain that never decided whether it wanted to pour or simply hover. Water gathered in the ridges of my jacket and slipped down the cuffs, cold lines against my wrists. I barely noticed; my entire focus was on the small, plain box cupped in the courier’s hands and the name scrawled across the top:TEYA MOREN.Seeing her name in someone else’s handwriting pulled something tight in my chest—equal parts protectiveness and guilt. Protectiveness, because I understood better than anyone that Teya deserved gentleness after what that snake Pearl had done to her. Guilt, because I wasn’t certain I could give it to her without becoming another weight on her shoulders.I paid the courier, tucked a damp tip into his palm, and lifted the box. Though it was light, I carried it as if it contained something

Lucien’s POV I’ve always believed that the loudest sound in the world was the sharp crack of steel splitting bone. That raw, wrenching noise that hits you right in the gut and yanks the air from your lungs. But that night, I realized I was wrong. It wasn’t a scream or the wail of a siren that finally broke me apart. Oh No, what shattered me was something subtler—the quiet, fragile sound of Teya’s voice. Soft and trembling. Wounded beyond what words could fully say. It carried a fragile edge, like she was afraid to believe her own voice, afraid of what it might reveal. That soft plea—“Let’s pretend it never happened”—hung heavy in the air.Those six words, simple and understated, held the power of an explosion. The kind of silence that rings inside your head, loud enough to make your soul ache. It’s the kind of quiet that leaves you feeling hollow, like a bell that’s been rung so hard it can’t stop echoing. I was rooted to the spot inside Kael’s office, as if my legs had turned to s

Teya’s POVThe front door of the dorm slid shut behind me, and I leaned against it—my back heavy with unspoken exhaustion. My fingertips lightly traced the brass handle, as though I could've pushed it open again and gone nowhere. I’d been living in a haze since Pearl’s visit. Days, maybe weeks, blurred together; moments of undue quiet, searching my own thoughts for safety. Overnight, the world shifted axis. I was still upright, still breathing—but nothing else felt real.So I did what felt easiest: nothing.I locked my door, dropped my bag, and lay across my bed, all coiled inside me. I replayed Pearl’s image in my mind: every detail—the slow curl of her sneer, the way she’d leaned in, the glint of malice in her eyes as she spoke words meant to hurt. “Remember your place.” Each syllable still hissed in my memory. Her fake calm was a crown she’d worn deliberately, as if the world revolved around her moment of power.The photo she’d shown—my younger self, standing next to someone croppe

Teya's POVI couldn’t tell how long I’d been out. Everything around me felt thin, almost fragile, as if I was just floating beneath the surface of waking. My mind was hazy, stuck somewhere between sleep and being fully awake—just out of reach but still aware. When I finally moved, my body groaned with the effort, aching as if I’d run a race I hadn’t trained for. The darkness outside the window told me it was night now, not early morning or midday. The hospital room was eerily quiet.I’d never truly liked hospitals, not after what happened with Reya. That experience had left a bad taste in my mouth—the sterile smell, the distant sounds of people talking, and the way everything felt so detached from normal life. Now, that unease crept back. Outside, there were no footsteps or conversations, no nurses rushing past or distant beeping of machines. Just the soft, rhythmic ticking of the wall clock and the faint rustling of leaves brushing against the window. It was all too silent, like th

Teya’s POVI didn’t sleep. Not a single hour. Every time I closed my eyes, I was flooded with unsettling images—those fleeting flickers of the hood disappearing down the hallway, the blinking message still lingering on my screen, and that file—so damaged it might as well have been a mind twisted by secrets I wasn’t supposed to know. It was as if the shadows of what I’d seen followed me into my dreams or, rather, kept me awake. My nerves were stretched thin, raw enough to snap. My skin felt too tight, almost suffocating, like I was trapped in a suit I couldn’t escape.Just as I was about to give in and shut down for the night, a soft click made my heart jump. It was barely loud, almost quiet enough that I could miss it if I wasn’t paying close attention. The door.It opened with almost no sound at all, a gentle creek that seemed out of place in the tense silence. I almost missed the movement entirely. My breath caught, instincts kicking in. I tensed, ready for anything. But then I sa

Teya’s POVA knock echoed through the room like a ripple in still water, jolting me from the heavy cloud of thoughts that had settled over me. I hadn’t moved from the couch since the call with the professor. My body ached—not just from the punishment earlier, but from the weight of everything that kept piling up. My scholarship was hanging by a thread. Kael had left like a storm uncontained. And now… someone was watching.The message still glared on my screen, cruel and simple:Stay away from Lucien.I didn’t know if it was a threat or a warning. Maybe both. Either way, it was meant to scare me. And it was working.The knock came again, more gentler this time.I sighed and stood, forcing my body to cooperate despite the protest in my muscles. My bruises screamed with every step, but I opened the door to find Lucien standing there, dressed in casual black, a rare softness in his eyes.“Hey,” he said, his voice tentative, searching my expression. “There’s a new spot that just opened in