Novels by August Samuels

~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

~Enoch~The calm, controlled atmosphere that had been there minutes ago was gone and replaced by a loud, restless energy that felt like it could turn violet at any second. My throat tightened as I tried to respond, but the weight of their expectations and doubts pressed down hard. “No—no, there's been a misunderstanding,” I said quickly, lifting a hand in an attempt to steady the room. “What you are seeing is temporary. Market fluctuations happen, especially when news is misinterpreted. Star Tech is still stable. Very stable. Look.” I turned sharply toward the screen, clinging to the one thing that had worked moments ago. At this point, my voice didn't sound convincing, even to me. “The data doesn't lie,” I continued, forcing confidence into my voice. “Look at the growth indicators, the projections—”“What projections?” One of the investors scoffed, tilting his chin towards the screen.“You mean the datas on the screen that had changed?”“The numbers that had been rising so confi

~Enoch~Next was the incessant buzz of my phone. The sound was sharp against the thin fabric of my pocket against my thighs. It vibrated again, insistent, almost aggressive in the way it demands attention. I tried to stubbornly ignore it, and continue because I had to. This was not the moment to lose focus, not when everything was unfolding exactly as planned. “... I'd like to call upon the Ives Global Dominion representative, Mr Callum.”I lifted my gaze proudly in expectation—the shift in attention, the acknowledgement that would seal everything I'd just built. In my mind, I could already see it: Callum rising from his seat, offering a composed nod, maybe a brief wave, reinforcing everything I had just said. But nothing happened. He just remained seated. For heaven's sake, his job is to come and back me up and not sit as if we were acting in a show where he's a Christmas father! And why was a faint, almost taunting smirk resting at the corners of his lips as he looked straight ah

~Enoch~“Good morning everyone,” I began, my voice steady, carrying easily across the space as flashes of cameras burst non-stop, capturing every angle and every expression. “As you all know, I am Enoch Smith, and today, I stand before you to introduce something far beyond ordinary advancement—a revolution in technology.”I paused briefly, letting the words settle, letting their anticipation build before continuing. “Star Tech is a company built on precision, innovation, and predictive intelligence. We don't just respond to change, we anticipate it. We analyze patterns, forecast outcomes, and provide solutions before problems even exist. That is the foundation we stand on.”A few murmurs of interest rose from the audience, and I allowed my gaze sweep across them with a slow and deliberate intent, holding their attention exactly where I wanted it. “Yeah, you might want to think we are new,” I continued, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “You want to think we are just another startup

Victoria's Pov. The wind whipped my hair as I stormed towards the car, every step on the gravel sounding like a threat. I didn't care that my boots were sinking into the ground, didn't care that Rica and Lina were scampering behind me like clueless puppies. My chest heaved with every breath, rage pulsing through my veins like wildfire. That little bitch! She didn't even look like anything special—weak, timid, and forgettable. Yet, the moment I raised my hand to remind her of her place, they appeared. They just had to appear! Like knights for that pathetic, little damsel. As if I wasn't standing right there. As if I didn't even matter. I stopped beside my car, gripping the door so hard the handle creaked. My reflection in the window was a twisted version of myself—cheeks flushed, lips curled, eyes wild with disbelief! “This isn't happening,” I muttered, my voice trembling with fury. “This isn't fucking happening!”Lila finally caught up, panting. “Victoria, calm down. Please. Y

Tessa's Pov “What the fuck did you tell them?!”The door slammed open with a force that shook the classroom windows, the sound slicing through the quiet room like a whip crack. I jumped in my seat, my pen skidding off the page mid-word. The E-commerce teacher just left and now, I'm on my own. My head snapped up at the sound, just as my eyes met with Victoria's vicious blue ones. She stood in the doorway like a stormcloud in human form—face red, nostrils flared, eyes blazing with a kind of rage that made my stomach clench. Behind her, two of her usual shadows, Rica and Lila, followed with cruel smirks curling on their lips. My heart dropped onto my guts. Before I could move, the heel of her black leather boots clanked against the linoleum, the sound echoing louder than it should have in the empty room. Chairs scrapped and desks shifted. Students cleared out like mice fleeing a fire, pretending not to see anything. I almost rolled my eyes. Typical. “You're rolling your eyes at

Landon's pov. Cynthia's voice still rang in my ears as we pushed through the front doors of our pack mansion. “What could have happened that made Cynthia sound so panicked?” Hayes muttered beside me. “And she never panics,” Asher said tightly. “Something's seriously wrong!”We moved fast, boots pounding against the hardwood floors. The second we entered the living room, we stopped cold on our tracks!Victoria was standing dead center in the mess! Cushion scattered everywhere, a shattered base on the corner, and Cynthia clutching a broom like she was ready to swing it at someone. The someone being Victoria, who has another cushion on her hand and ready to hurl it at Cynthia. “What the fuck is going on?!” I growled out, anger emitting from my voice. “Why is this house a mess?!”They both froze, but for different reactions. Cynthia was relieved, and Victoria, not so sure…“You’re back! Oh, thank the moon goddess you guys are back!” Victoria shouted, running towards us like we are he

Landon's pov“Mate?”I choked the words like it burned my throat. My arm froze mid air, claws still extended, the fading sunlight catching the tips. I could feel my wolf stir violently beneath my skin, howling with need. “You can't do it,” Zorra, my wolf, protested. “You can't hurt our mate!”I dropped my hand slowly, looking… no, glaring at the trembling girl in front of us. Hair matted, face blotched, reeking of fear and dried coffee. What the actual fuck? She was… it?“No,” I growled, stepping back as if the word alone might undo what just happened. “No way this…this person is our mate!”“She's not even —” Hayes started. “Not even strong,” Asher cut in, his brows furrowed in disbelief. “She doesn't even feel like a wolf!”She looked so tartared for my liking and some scars were visible. “Why didn't she heal?” I thought. And if she couldn't, then someone must have done it to her since she couldn't possibly do it to herself, right? Then if she wasn't the one who burned herself

Tessa's Pov. With a command, she motioned for her minions. The hands released me, the absence of their claws leaving behind an ache that pulsed with each beat of my heart. Relief washed over me, and for the first time, I found the 3 R's presence useful. The classroom emptied, students trailing after Victoria, eager to catch a glimpse of the infamous 3 R’s—sons of our pack's Alpha, the future rulers of our pack. Nobody knows their true name as they chose to stay anonymous. They're menacing, just as girls are attracted to them.But not me. I stayed rooted in place, my limbs heavy and my breaths shaky. If I had my way, I'd keep as much distance as possible from those three. Trouble seems to follow their name, and I had enough on my plates already. The echo of retreating footsteps faded, leaving only a few stragglers who cast lingering glances my way before leaving, their curiosity outweighed by their desire to witness the 3 R's firsthand. I exhaled, slow and shaky, my shoulders sag

~Tessa~I gasped, lungs seized as four hands clamped down my shoulders, pinning me firmly in place with an unforgiving grip. Their strength was undeniable, their intent was nothing but unyielding. I tried to move but my every attempt was met with the crushing weight of their wicked restraint. My eyes darted upward just in time to see the steaming contents of a coffee cup…and then, the tip over my head. The liquid spilled, mingling with something acrid, the heat biting into my scalp like wildfire. The classroom erupted…a chaotic sound of gasps, sharp and suffused with unease. It is mixed with laughter, loud and derisive. Entertainment for some, but a nightmare for me. The heat of pain slipped past my lips, discarding bone spreading across my skin. I bit down on the sound, swallowing the scream clawing at my throat. Noise only invited nothing more than punishment and humiliation. The lingering heat promised a scar, a cruel reminder of this moment. I knew it would stay. Unlike other