Novels by Ashabi Writes

Hector's POVAfter landing, I immediately returned to work mode. Reviewing my emails, I discovered some that had not yet been answered and others that had. I was grateful for the time off to be with my mate, but I knew my pack also needed me. Jonathan and Daunte had done an excellent job in my absence. Crestview Pack was the only thing they would rather not handle without me. Daunte had expressed his concerns, and after the report I had received, I wasn't too sure I wanted to do business with them.(Flashback)"Nice to hear from you, Alpha Hector. How was the honeymoon?" Evangeline's voice came through on the other end of the phone."It was great. We had a good time," I replied."Well, that is good news, but I am sure you didn't call me just to say hello. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" she asked.

Maliyla's POV***Four weeks later***It had been a week since Hector and I left Maketa. It turned out that the storm that kept us there for an extra week was not as bad as they expected. Despite initial reports of a category-five hurricane, it turned out to be a tropical storm. Despite the heavy rain and wind, the storm did not prove to be as severe as expected. After being away from home for a month and one week, it took a few days for me to get back into the swing of things. The fact that Hector did not miss a beat was to the point that it was as if he had never left in the first place. Jonathan was glad to see us again.(Flashback)"Next time you two plan a honeymoon, don't," Jonathan told us after picking us up from the airport."Surely, it wasn't that bad," I uttered as I entered the car."Please don

Maliyla's POVMakatea, goddess, this place was incredible. From the food to the ocean, it was paradise. I thought I had seen everything until I stepped foot here. Words couldn't do justice to the beauty of this place. In a way, it was like entering a dream. This beach was filled with clear, warm, and inviting water. Trees, lush greenery, and white sand created a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. Hector and I spent the entire morning and afternoon on the beach. We spent the whole day swimming, sunbathing, and exploring the area. It wasn't until my stomach growled that Hector said we should head back."No, we can stay a bit longer," I whined as I turned on my stomach."Don't make me drag your ass back to the hotel," Hector replied as he stood up.I laughed, "You wouldn't."Suddenly, I felt his hand grip my ankle, and he dragged me down

Hector's POVOur first day had been spent worshiping each other's bodies. I couldn't get enough of my adorable little vixen. Fire and passion are the only words I could use to describe her. She matched me in that aspect. Maliyla was wild and unapologetic in her desires. I felt alive being with her and wanted to make her feel the same way. Making her feel loved and cherished was my top priority, and I knew I would do anything to make her happy. We had an intense connection that was unlike anything I had experienced before. Every moment together felt like a dream.As I awoke the following day, I could smell food and hear soft music. I glanced over at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw it was nine o'clock. After getting out of bed, I put on a pair of sweatpants and went to the bathroom to wash my face. Having finished washing my face, I walked to the kitchen. There, I found Maliyla preparing breakfast wh

Maliyla's POVAs Hector's lips peppered kisses down my neck, I gently placed my hand on his cheek. The touch of his hand sent shivers down my spine, and my heart began to race. His hands slowly made their way to my waist, and I turned in his arms as I pulled him closer and kissed him ever so passionately. A soft moan escaped from me as Hector's hand slipped onto my ass and lifted me. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he spun around and headed toward the room. We stumbled through the door with Hector's arms around me tightly. Taking me up against the wall, he passionately kissed me. I felt my heart rate increase as I melted into his embrace. I could feel his heart pounding, his breath quickening. I whimpered when his lips left mine. Still holding me against the wall, he looked deep into my eyes."I love you, Maliyla Giuliano. I have loved you since the day I found you lying in the forest. It was

Maliyla's POVThere aren't enough words to describe Hector. Every aspect of the man is remarkable. He is always willing to listen and does not judge. His support has been invaluable during some of my most challenging times, and he is always there to help me. Honestly, he is one of the most amazing people I have ever met. Kindness and generosity are what make him who he is. My life would not be the same without him, and I am eternally grateful for all he has done for me. My mate is incredible, and I am so lucky to have him.As soon as he said we were going to Makatea, I had never heard of it before, but when he said it was an island just off the coast of Tahiti, I knew immediately where it was. It would have been easier for him to say Tahiti, but men are men. Once we were airborne, I let sleep take over until I heard my name called."Maliyla," she whispered softly. My eyes opened to fi

PARKERJack stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Let’s take her to the desk.”“Agreed,” Gavin says, already clearing the top.Harrison lifts me easily, sets me down on the cool wood with my knees apart, arms still bound, lips swollen from kisses, breath ragged from the comedown. I feel like a goddess. Like prey. Like I’m theirs.Gavin slides my legs wider apart with a slow, unhurried confidence that turns my bones to syrup. His palms are warm against my knees as he leans in, letting his mouth hover just above where Jack left me messy and sensitive.“You’re still trembling,” he murmurs, like he’s proud of that.“Maybe because Jack tried to devour me,” I say, breathless.Jack grins. “You’re welcome.”Before I can reply, Gavin lowers his mouth, tongue stroking deep and slow—so different from Jack’s frenzied pace. Gavin eats like a man with something to prove, every pass deliberate, every moan from me met with more pressure, more praise.Harrison stands behind me, brushing

PARKERThe Marigold Project has been a success. Not perfect, but we’re getting there. We’ve housed more kids than our projections said we would, and we’re just getting started. I should be celebrating.Instead, I’m working late. Again.I know, I know, work-life balance, blah, blah, blah. But I can’t help it. We’ve been operational for just over a year, and we’ve done so much good already. This is important work. I have no idea how doctors clock out. When I’m home, I can’t turn off my Marigold brain. I’m thinking about the next kid we can help. And the one after that.I hear the knock before I even finish saving the last document. Three soft raps at the rear office door—my door. No one uses that one except staff during daylight hours… and them.I smile before I even stand. “You’re lucky I just finished,” I call out as I head to unlock it. “If this is about dinner, I’ve got leftover Thai in the⁠—”The words die in my throat when I see them.Jack stands just outside the threshold in jean

PARKERJack walks in carrying four glasses—neat bourbon for Harrison, red wine for Gavin and me, and a flute of something bubbly for himself, because of course he thinks champagne makes him the fun one. He hands me my wine with a grin, his thumb brushing the side of my palm.“You okay?” he asks, his voice softer now.“Better than okay.”Gavin’s already seated on the sectional, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, one arm draped along the backrest like he’s waiting for someone to crawl into his lap and take what’s theirs.That someone is me. But I want to make them work for it.I let Harrison lead me toward the couch, but I don’t sit. I sip my wine slowly, turning so my robe slips just enough at the shoulder to show skin.It’s been months since I had the chance to simply feel wanted. Not in passing. Not in sleepy half-murmurs during midnight feedings. I want to be craved. Touched. Worshiped. They all watch me now, tuned in to the same frequency, like I’ve flipped a switch in the room.Gavin

PARKERLevi barrels down the walkway, his bare feet thudding against the stone path that winds from the front door of our house down to the gate. “Grandma’s here!” he yells, turning his head just long enough to shout back toward the living room, where Lyra is still struggling to zip her weekend bag. “She’s here! I call first push!”Behind him, the edge of the beach stroller peeks through the open gate, and sure enough, there’s my mother in her wide-brimmed sun hat, waving cheerfully like she hasn’t just orchestrated the grand escape of three children for an overnight visit at her cottage.“Hi, sweetheart!” she calls, catching the gate before Levi can slam it shut. “Are you ready for a night at Nana’s?”He doesn’t answer. He’s already grabbing the stroller handle. Lyra finally appears behind me, hair braided, oversized tote bag swinging from one arm. “Do not let Levi push her until I get there!” she huffs, and then glares up at me. “Tell him, Mom.”“I’m staying out of this one,” I murm

PARKER“I was a kid,” Harrison says, voice low. “And I’ve paid you back with interest. You don’t own me. Back off, or we will end this in ways you can’t take back.”“You think you can threaten me with your lies?” she hisses. “Pathetic.”“No,” Harrison says. “With the truth. You’ve been playing dirty for decades. Leaking stories, covering up crimes, blackmailing rivals. And we’re done letting you hide.”Her face tightens. “Never play a player, Harrison. You know that. If you had proof of anything, you would have used it by now.”Jack snaps, “No, we wouldn’t. We’re better people than you.”“And we do have evidence,” Harrison says, deadpan. “Financial trails. Emails. Affidavits. Even footage. The photos were just an amuse bouche. You wrecked your husband’s career, lied to Gavin about why he left, manipulated the entire board for years, and covered up vehicular homicides, accidental drownings, and other deaths.” He narrows his gaze on her. “I don’t bluff, Vivian. You’d do well to remember

PARKERI never thought I’d say this, but apparently, the internet loves us.No, really. Like, loves us.Just weeks ago, we were a headline waiting to explode. One leaked audio clip and a round of HR whisper campaigns from Vivian’s best friend, and I was sure I’d end up unemployed, disgraced, and eating gluten-free freezer waffles in a bathrobe while the men I was absolutely-not-dating denied my existence to the press.Instead?VT Global’s new “radical authenticity” campaign is trending. We’re the face of it. Fluff pieces are rolling out every other day with headlines like “Modern Love at the Top: Can Poly Relationships Work in the C-Suite?” and “Three Men, One Baby, and a Very Efficient Calendar.” My personal favorite? “Who Needs a Glass Ceiling When You’re Sleeping with the Board?”That one made Jack spit his coffee across Harrison’s white leather couch.And the thing is? It’s working. By getting ahead of the narrative and framing us as bold, transparent, and unconcerned with outdate

Charlotte Sanguinite POV:“What happened to your green dress?” Jazz asks as I sit beside her, the ceremony about to begin.“Robert happened to it,” I mutter.She snickers. “Planning baby number three already?”“Why don’t you worry about your own baby? When’s he due?”“Three months.” Jazz pats her rounded stomach. “Ricky’s a mess. He built half the nursery and then abandoned it to baby-proof the house. He and my dad are driving themselves crazy. Dad wants to move in so he can help out more. I said no, but Ricky agreed.”I laughed at the helpless frustration on her face. “I understand. But this is your first pregnancy, and it’s nice that your Dad likes Ri

Lucian POV:The fireplace provides sufficient light within the chambers; the shadows cast by the flames dance along the walls in a gory mockery of the grief that is thick in the air. I noticed none of that, my hands clasping the withered fingers of the woman lying in the bed before me.I can hear the rattle in her chest with each breath that she draws, and it is like a knife across my heart. She is living on borrowed time, and when her voice, weak and frail, reaches my ears, I want to collapse in her arms and weep.“Has Lillith a—arrived?”“Not yet, my heart,” I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it fervently.A lifetime we have spent with each other, an entire century, and our love has never wavered or weakened. And tonight, she will

Charlotte Sanguinite POV:The next couple of weeks are hectic, to say the least. Each and every affected shifter was reverted and saved, using my blood. For every drop I lost, Robert was there to give me more. The recipe for the drug was found and burned.As I had suspected, there was no shifter blood in the drug. The version Robert had discovered had been planted to throw them off. Terrence had experimented with the drugs and had figured out that putting a vampire’s blood in the drug helped control the shifter who ingested it. But he had never accounted for me.An anomaly, as Ricky has put it. For some reason, the fact that I had both shifter and vampire blood was overpowering for the drugged shifters, and once they caught my scent when Terrence attacked me, their loyalty switch

Charlotte Sanguinite POV:Robert leaps out of the way, with me in his arms.“What do you think you’re doing?!” Terrence shrieks. “Let go of me!”But the creature doesn’t budge. Instead, it looks at me, as if asking me what to do.I call it a “creature,” but on closer inspection, I realize with disgust roiling within me what Terrence meant by enslaving the wolves. I’m looking at a wolf shifter in a weirdly transformed state. His eyes are dull, and I can see my reflection in them.What has Terrence done to them?!“Release me! "I am your master! "You have to obey me!” Terrence is clawing at him, but the shifter doesn’t so much as flinch, ignoring the injuries being inflicted on him. &l

Charlotte Sanguinite POV:My phone is vibrating, but I don’t dare look down, knowing he’ll break it if he sees it. Moving my finger, I accept the call without looking at the screen.“So this is about some wackadoodle prophecy?” I hiss. “You messed up my life because of some stupid writing on a piece of paper?! You didn’t even know that the prophecy was about me or that I was Jean’s reincarnation—”“I knew!” Terrence spouted out the words. I had Jean’s portrait. I knew what she looked like as a child, as a woman. The prophecy was that you would reunite with the animal Jean kept by her side. Did you think I was going to let that happen? I had to be the one to stand by your side. I had always been intelligent; I was ahead of every child my age. I had to be the one to rule this continent, the clans. It was my destiny! So, I knew I had to isolate you f

Charlotte Sanguinite POV:I haven’t stepped foot in the compound since the day I left.“Why did you bring me here, Terrence?” I ask, feeling uncertain. I had already sent a quick message to Robert while Terrance was distracted. I haven’t received a frantic phone call or message in response, so I assume he’s fine with it.“I want to show you the prophecy.” Terrence smiles at me. I found it, and I think you’ll be really interested in seeing it. You were so curious about Jean Sanguinite, so I went looking for it, specifically.”I haven’t told Terrence yet about what my father did and why, back when Terrence was in Europe and I still lived here in the compound. I don’t really know if I should. Perhaps it would be