Novels by August Samuels

~Melody~The moment we got home, my soon to be mother-in-law practically treated me like royalty. And honestly? As she should. After the disaster that Jasmine bitch caused, I was the only reason Enoch hadn't completely broken down, so yes, I deserve that royal treatment. The moment we entered the mansion, Samantha immediately fussed over me. “Oh, my poor baby,” she cooed dramatically, guiding me towards the couch, “Look at what that shameless woman did to you. Even after divorcing my son, she still couldn't let him be!”I lowered my gaze in feigned modesty, allowing my lashes to tremble slightly. “It's okay, Mother,” I whispered softly, even though the word, Mother, tasted like rotten fruit in my mouth. She's not my mother. She'll never be my mother. Even her proximity and her cheap perfume and talks wants to make me gag. “It's just that I feel so bad that Enoch is suffering.” As if on cue, Samantha's expression softened even further. “Oh sweetheart…” she grabbed my hands affec

~Jasmine~The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the tinted windows as the car glided smoothly through the road, casting slipping reflection across the interior in soft, shifting patterns. The silence in the car was surprisingly soothing. It wasn't the awkward kind of silence, it was a reflective one. The kind that settles after chaos final burns itself out. I leaned my head lightly against the seat and stared outside, watching blurred lights smear across the glass while the events from the evening replayed slowly, over and over again in my head. Enoch's priceless expression when the screen changed. The investors whispering…Melody—who had always thought she was invincible—kneeling and groveling while I made a mockery of her.Samantha’s pointless rage… haha! And that satisfying moment when the entire foundation beneath Star Tech cracked apart publicly. A small smile tugged at my lips. To be sincere, it was so entertaining. Like, when was the last time I got to be this ente

~Enoch~The ride home felt eerily soffocating. It was not because someone was talking and couldn't keep shut, but because no one was talking. The silence inside the car stretched endlessly, thick and heavy, pressing against my skull until it felt unbearable. Outside the tinted windows, the city moved normally— cars zooming past, people laughing somewhere in the distance, lights flashing across buildings— but inside the vehicle, it felt like the world has ended hours ago and only the three of us knew it. I leaned back against the seat and loosened my tie for what felt like the millionth time that evening. My chest still felt tight. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The investors standing up, the whispers, the beadlines, the way the numbers on the screen disgraced me as they dropped fast it looked like my company was bleeding to death in front of everybody. And Jasmine. Always Jasmine. So, I stopped closing my eyes. I frowned faintly and rubbed my forehead in thought.

~Jasmine~“Apologize?” I repeated unfazed. “That's quite interesting.” My voice carried effortlessly across the terrace, smooth and clear enough for every single person around pool to hear. The silence that followed was immediate, tense, and expectant. Even defense splashing of water against the pool walls seemed to quiet down beneath the weight of everyone's attention. I folded my arms gracefully, my gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on Enoch. “Then, tell me,” I continued, my gaze sweeping across the crowd, landing briefly on Enoch before moving again, “when the truth comes out… who exactly will be apologizing to who?” A hush silence descended over the atmosphere. “W-what do you mean?” Enoch stuttered, the anger on his face flickering for a second. Beside him, Melody stiffened at the question. Her face was still wet from the pool, mascara slightly smudged beneath her eyes, but this time, the confidence she had been clinging to cracked visibly. Her fingers tightened a

~Melody~“Leave my wife alone!” The words didn't just echo, they clawed like a wolf. Scraped against the inside of my skull, over and over again, louder each time, until it felt like something in me was about to snap completely. Wife. My fingers twitched at my sides, nails digging into my palms so hard it hurt, but I didn't stop. I needed that pain. I needed something to anchor the rage boiling inside me before I did something… reckless. “Bitch!” I thought, my teeth grinding together so tightly my jaw ached. “That's exactly what she is. A cursed, shameless vixen bitch who crawled out of nowhere just to ruin everything.” My eyes locked on her. On Jasmine. Standing there like she owned the air everyone was breathing, smiling, actually smiling as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just turned everything in my stomach upside down. Some of the investors were even looking at her now, their attention had now shifted to her, their curiosity sparking from how that—wasn't it Sam

~Enoch~Finally, my mother reached her limits. She moved fast, heels clicking sharply against the ground as she stormed towards Jasmine, fury written all over her face. “You!” She snapped, pointing a mildly aging finger at her. “Ever since my son chased you from our house, you've done everything to sabotage him, and this is one of them, isn't it? You think you're clever, don't you? Showing up here and causing trouble!”Jasmine cocked her head, still smiling. “I don't know what you're talking about, Samantha,” she said lightly, her tone almost bored. “Don't lie to me!” Mother barked, stepping closer. I squinted. The Jasmine before would have started sucking up to my mother. She loved her so much. She loved us, but this one didn't. “Ever since you showed up at this event, everything has gone wrong! Who do you think you are?!”The tension around them thickened, drawing attention away from the stage, away from the chaos I was still trying and failing to control. “It’s you,” Jasmine sai

~Tessa~Hayes ignored me completely, studying me harder now, as if realizing something. “And that dodge earlier…” his voice lowered slightly. “That wasn't random either. You shifted your balance before impact. Battle Arts students train months before they learn how to redirect that kind of force smoothly.”Extra panic. Uneasiness slowly stirred in my chest. “I-I told you. I haven't trained before. We all come here to train, and everyone can attest to the truth that no one agrees to train with me. You can ask them.”I was growing desperate. And since when has interrogation been added to the training session?! Aren't we supposed to be training?“That's impossible!” Hayes deadpanned. From where they stood, Landon and Asher had started watching now too. Landon's intense green eyes locked on to me and when I looked up, our eyes locked. Heat rushed embarrassingly to my face. Only the goddess knew exactly what he was thinking. Gods, what did this keep happening to—“Bam!” Hayes attacked

~Tessa~“That was actually decent.” Hayes said flatly. I frowned slightly, chest still heaving up and down. It happened automatically. Like my body reacted before my brain fully processed the movement. Hayes attacked again. And again. And each time, my body moved strangely fast. Too fast, even I noticed it now. My breathing sharpened. Even the arena sounds suddenly became clearer somehow. I could even hear footsteps scraping against mats several feet away. I could hear distant strings of heartbeats. Hear someone breathing heavily near the western wall. Everything suddenly felt unnaturally vivid. Hayes narrowed his eyes carefully. “You've done combat training before?”I shook my head. “No.”He chuckled in mock disbelief. “You're lying.”I frowned at him for thinking me a liar. “I'm not. Why would I lie?”He turned serious and then came another attack. This time, I twisted aside before he fully swung, making his strike miss completely. Shock flashed across his face. Around us,

~Tessa~Silence. It stretched inside the arena so tightly even the sound of a needle could be heard if it fell. Nobody moved. Or breathed tok loudly. Not with the Drake brothers standing there radiating enough fury to last everyone a lifetime. And I? I was shocked, too stunned to say or do anything. We're they fighting… for me? By now, Victoria had regained a bit of her composure, but I still noticed the sight twitch near her lips. The crack in her perfect mask appeared only for a second before disappearing beneath practiced elegance. “I'm… I'm sorry, Hayes,” she blinked her long lashes charmingly at him, looking almost wounded. “I didn't realize everyone would overreact.”Ha! Overreact? My wrist still burned where she grabbed me. Landon took another step forward, and the air immediately thickened with alpha pressure. Several students lowered their heads instinctively while others shifted uneasily under the weight of his aura. “Helping?” Hayes scoffed coldly. “Funny way to des

~Tessa~His voice was low, soft now. “Are we making things difficult for you?”Their eyes stayed fixed on me intensely, and suddenly, guilt twisted painfully inside my chest. Because despite how frustrating they were being… they genuinely looked hurt. But they don't understand. They weren't the ones who would suffer afterward. Not them. People worshiped them. Feared them. Admired and adored them.No one cornered them in hallways. If cornered, it was to clamor for their attention. No one moved them for being weak. No one treated them like unwanted dirt beneath their expensive shoes. I swallowed hard, then forced myself to speak. “Yes. You are.”My throat was hoarse, voice barely above a whisper. I dared not look at their faces. “You're making things difficult for me.”I paused for my words to sink in. Then continued. “You don't understand what this is doing to me,” I whispered shakily. “So please… leave.”Landon's jaws tightened. For a second, he looked like he wanted to argue.

~Tessa~Okay, I have agreed, right? So what were they waiting for?! Why aren't they leaving? I waited for them to leave, but they never did. Motherfuckers even took the victims seat.They didn't leave, not after the first period. Or after the second. Not even after the third lecture ended.The three Drake brothers remained around me like vicious, overprotective wolves guarding something precious from the rest of the world. And the worst part was… after scaring them into dropping their phones earlier, the class had stopped pretending not to stare. Every whisper. Every glance. And every jealous glare, I felt it all. Girls who once ignored me now looked at me like I had committed an unforgivable crime. Some looked ready to skin me alive and wear my flesh as revenge. Yet somehow, despite all the tension pressing against my skin, despite the fear clawing endlessly at my stomach…I found myself loosening up around them. I didn't even know when it started. Was it when Asher randomly

~Tessa~The moment I left the courtyard, jealous gasps and hateful stares followed me like a shadow I can't out walk the entire way down the corridor. They didn't even bother hiding it. They weren't there when it happened, but I guess the news was airborne. “How disgusting. Did you see the way the piggy spoke to them?”“A wolfless nobody rejecting the 3Rs?! The audacity!”“She probably thinks acting hard to get will make them chase her more.”“That pig should know her place!”“Who does she think she is? God, I hate her!”“Such a loser. If the Alphas looked at me once, I'd literally die happy!” one spat dreamily. “As if!” Another countered. “keep dreaming. I'm way prettier than you are, so what makes you think they'd look you stupid way?”The voices came from every direction, sharp and poisonous, sinking under my skin like needles. But vicious words weren't enough for them because they made sure to make it physical when a crumpled paper struck my shoulder. Then another. And anothe