Novels by Monisade

Ariana’s POV“Look at her, she tried to run yesterday!” one of the sweetbutts cackles, pointing at me while I’m on my knees scrubbing grease off the stove. The whole kitchen erupts in ugly laughter.I grit my teeth and keep scrubbing. “Mind your own fucking business and get back to work.”“Mind your own fucking business and get back to work,” another mimics in a high-pitched whine, “coming from the Prez-killer pig.”
A dirty bar rag smacks me in the face. Then another. Then a whole rain of them.“Whole kitchen’s yours today, murderer,” Aliera sneers, dumping a bucket of dirty water over my head. “Punishment for being a worthless cunt.”They leave me soaked, shivering, and alone with a mountain of filth.By the time the moon’s high, my hands are raw, my back is screaming, and my eyes burn from crying into the sink. I don’t even have a room anymore, the sweetbutts and prospects took it, threw my shit in the hallway, and told me to sleep on the floor like the dog they think I am.“You th

Ariana’s POVDays bled into weeks. Weeks bled into months. My life became a never-ending cycle of torment and humiliation.Once I was the Valenti-moon club princess, the old ladies kissed my cheek and the patched brothers bowed their heads when I walked past.
Now I’m the clubhouse rat.I scrub the bar until my knuckles split, cook for hang-arounds who spit in my food, haul cases of beer while they laugh and call me “Prez-killer.” If I slow down, a prospect’s belt finds my back. If I talk back, Victoire signs off worse.Every night I fall onto a cot in the storage room that smells like oil and old cum, and every morning I wake up to the sound of Liam’s bike roaring in with Elena on the back, her arms around his waist, her lips on his neck, the whole club cheering like they’re already King and Queen.Elena, with her sweet smile and pretentious charming ways, had won them over. She would soon be crowned, and I would be left with nothing.They announced it last week: Elena will be crown

Ariana’s POVBy the time my eyes cracked open, the room was swallowed in black.I slowly got out of bed, the darkness of the night enveloped me, and a splitting headache greeted me.I whined, holding my head for a moment. My face twisted in pain as the memory of Liam’s betrayal flashed before my eyes.
“You’re a million times better than her, baby. Ariana’s nothing.”My fists clenched so hard my nails cut half-moons into my palms.
“I’ll make both of them pay,” I hissed into the dark, a plan forming in my mind to expose their deceit in front of the whole damn club.I shot out of bed, yanked on my boots, and stormed into the hallway ready to drag them both into the common room by their throats.But the clubhouse was dead silent.No music. No laughter. No clink of bottles. Just the low growl of idling bikes somewhere outside.My skin prickled. Something was wrong."What's going on?" I wondered, glancing around with my senses on high alert.I followed the pull in my gut straight to the c

Ariana’s POVI sat in the President’s office, surrounded by the council of elders. They were all pushing me to announce my position as President, to keep the club from falling into chaos.“Ariana, you must accept your role,” one of the council members urged. “The club needs a leader, and you are the rightful one.”I sighed, my mind racing with doubts and fear. “I’m not ready,” I said, voice small. “I don’t know if I can do this.”“Ariana, you must," another council member strictly told me. "And when you do, you will need to announce your chosen Vice.”My heart skipped at the word Vice. I already knew who I wanted standing at my right hand, Liam.We had been together for three incredible years, and he had proven himself to be a worthy partner in every way. His kind heart, compassionate nature, and chivalrous ways made him the epitome of a perfect mate. And let's not forget his dashing good looks ,his flaxen hair, piercing green eyes, straight nose, and tall, strong build made him a cat

Ariana’s POVI noticed my dad struggling to speak, his oxygen mask slipping from his face. I quickly helped him adjust it, my heart aching with worry.“Dad, don’t try to talk. You need to rest,” I whispered, trying to soothe him.But he weakly shook his head, eyes fierce even through the pain. “Ariana… listen. You need to be careful. You’re about to face… a lot of challenges ahead.”I frowned. “What do you mean, Dad? What challenges?” Confusion knotted inside me.He dragged in a labored breath, voice barely there. “When I… die… you mustn’t cry. You mustn’t tell anyone. Go straight to my room… get the deeds of the club.”A cold shiver raced down my spine. “Why, Dad? What’s going on?”He suddenly grasped my hand, grip weak but desperate. “Listen to me, Ariana. You have to trust no one… except yourself.”A lump burned in my throat. “Dad, you ain’t leaving me, right?”He tried to smile; it was faint, broken.“No,” I shook my head, tears already falling. “Please don’t leave me, Dad!”I has

Ariana’s POVI paced the scuffed linoleum outside the private room they’d turned into a makeshift ICU, boots echoing too loud in the quiet hallway. The air stank of bleach, motor oil, and the copper tang of fear no one would admit out loud.Dad’s been in there twenty minutes with Dr. Ramirez, the only doctor the club trusts. Because “whatever happens in the club stays in the club,” right? That stupid fucking code. The same code that means we can’t fly Dad to a real hospital in the city where they might actually know what this poison is. The same code that means we’re letting him die slowly in this shithole because some prospect might talk to the feds if we go outside.I mouth the words I’ve heard since I could walk.Blood in, blood out.Loyalty above life.Whatever happens in the club stays in the club.I hate it tonight. I hate every word.Finally, Doc Ramirez pushed through the door. He didn’t bow; nobody bowed to me anymore, not really, but he did dip his chin the old-school way, o