Novels by Kimbaby

I found the blood by accident when Mom had left her work jacket draped over the kitchen chair, and when I grabbed it to hang up, a white handkerchief which was crumpled and stained with dark red spots fell.My heart stopped."Mae? You okay?" Rook stood in the doorway, backpack slung over his shoulder, waiting for me to drive him to his friend's house.I shoved the handkerchief back in the pocket quickly, my hands shaking. "Yeah, let's go."When Diego showed up to the library three minutes early, I couldn't believe my eyes.I checked my phone, then looked at him suspiciously. "Who are you and what did you do with Diego?""Ha ha." He dropped his backpack on the table. "Can't a guy be early?""You've been late to everything since birth. So you being early is suspicious.""Maybe I'm turning over a new leaf." He pulled out his notebook. "Or maybe I just want to get this over with so I can actually sleep tonight."Fair enough, he had the same black eye bags as me. "Okay." I opened my lapto

The week crawled by in a haze of frustration.Diego showed up late to every training session when he showed up at all. Wednesday he texted me few minutes to practice that "something came up" and never appeared.Friday he arrived an hour late, stayed for twenty minutes, and left because Madison was throwing a party.At debate practice, he was worse. He sat in the back, scrolling through his phone while Carmen tried to explain argument structure.When Coach made him practice a speech, he delivered thirty seconds of nonsense and then asked if he could leave early for football.The team was losing faith. I could see it in Mia's tight-lipped silences, in Raj's pointed comments about "dead weight," in the way Jamie had stopped even trying to include Diego in discussions.Carmen pulled me aside after Thursday's practice. "This isn't working.""I know.""He's going to cost us everything." Her voice was strained. "Maybe we should talk to Coach about finding someone else.""There is no one else

I spent the entire weekend dreading Monday.Every time I thought about going back to debate practice, my stomach twisted but quitting wasn't an option. I needed that prize money so Monday at six o'clock, I showed up to the library with my materials and waited.Six fifteen. No Diego.Six thirty. Still nothing.At six forty-five, I started packing up. Of course he wasn't coming. Why would he? He'd made it clear he didn't care about debate, didn't respect me, didn't think any of this mattered."Hey."I looked up.Diego stood at the edge of the table, his backpack slung over one shoulder, completely unbothered by the fact that he was forty-five minutes late."You're late," I lashed out."Football ran long." He dropped into the chair across from me, pulling out his phone. "Coach wanted to run some plays.""You couldn't text?""Didn't think about it." He scrolled through his phone, not looking at me. "So what are we doing?"I stared at him. No apology. No acknowledgment that my time mattere

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the debate tournament slipping through my fingers. Diego Castellano fumbling through a cross-examination. The judges' disappointed faces. The prize money vanishing like smoke.By the time I dragged myself to school the next morning, I'd rehearsed seventeen different ways to tell Coach Dax that Diego couldn't be on the team and we'd be better off forfeiting than letting a football player who thought debate was "easy" represent us at the elimination round.None of them sounded convincing, even to me.The debate room was tucked in the back corner of the humanities building, far from the gym and the cafeteria and anywhere the popular kids had reason to be.Posters of Supreme Court justices lined the walls. A whiteboard covered in argument flows from last week's practice stood in the corner while the tables were arranged in a circle, and my team, my family sat waiting.Except for Lila's chair."She texted me this morning," Jamie said before I could ask. H

The email sat in my inbox like a death sentence. I read it for the fifth time that day, standing on the front porch of my next baby sitting shift with my phone clutched in one hand and my bag in the other.The words didn't change. The slots were filled. My scholarship, the one I'd spent three years building my entire application around was gone not because I wasn't good enough but because I wasn't fast enough.I shoved my phone in my pocket and rang the doorbell, forcing my face into a bright smile. The Castellanos were paying me fifteen dollars an hour to watch Hannah, and I needed every cent. Harvard's application fee alone was more than I could afford yet somehow, I had to come up with the actual tuition if I got in.The debate tournament prize money was my last shot. Five thousand dollars for first place. Enough to cover applications, deposits, maybe even a semester of books if I was lucky. If we won.If Lila's leg healed in time, if we didn't get disqualified for not having five

We got out to find out that the compound was under siege.We burst from the royal wing directly into chaos, guards fighting invaders, explosions rocking the walls, with smoke everywhere."Do you know how many they are?" Alaric barked at his beta."Fifty, maybe more. Vampires, rogues, mercenaries. I have lost count.""Viktor," I said, and Alaric nodded grimly."Get the Queen to the safe room...""No," I interrupted. "I will fight."We heard another explosion and part of the outer wall crumbled, and through the gap I saw Viktor standing with his forces, his eyes fixed on me with something that made my skin crawl."THERE!" Viktor shouted. "Take the white wolf! I want her Alive!"Twenty wolves broke from the main force, charging straight at us."Stay close," Alaric growled, and shifted into his massive hybrid form.I shifted too, my white wolf erupting, and we met the attackers head-on.The battle was brutal, blood sprayed as bodies fell. Alaric and I fought side by side, our bond making

He thrusted inside me with a slow punishing pace, building pleasure until I was writhing beneath him, begging for more. When I was on the edge, he pulled back. "Not yet," he said. "When you come, it's going to be with me inside you." He stripped off the rest of his clothes, and I got my first look at him fully bare as he settled between my thighs, his tip pressing against my entrance. He thrust forward, filling me in one smooth stroke. I cried out even as he groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. "Fuck, you didn't tell me you were a virgin." he looked at me and almost pulled out. "I didn't think it was important, don't you dare pull out," I demanded. "Please, Alaric move." He pulled back and I was almost crying when he slammed back in setting a rhythm that had me clinging to his shoulders. Each thrust hit something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes. "Don't stop," I begged. "Fuck...me... harder." He complied, his control shattering completely. He fucked me with de

"We are leaving right now," Alaric's voice sounded like thunder. Mira nodded. "Your guards are already loading the vehicles. We can be gone in fifteen minutes if you move fast." Alaric turned to me. "Get dressed into something comfortable because we're not stopping until we get to my territory." I didn't argue, I just grabbed clothes from the bag Mira had packed and changed quickly while Alaric and Mira spoke softly. When I emerged, dressed in jeans and a soft sweater, Alaric immediately moved to my side. "How's your heat?" he asked quietly. "Manageable for now." I could feel it though, a restlessness under my skin and hypersensitivity to Alaric's presence that made me want to press against him and never let go. "We need to move before it gets worse." He grabbed a jacket and helped me into it, his hands lingering on my shoulders. We left the room, and Alaric's guards immediately formed a protective circle around us. The corridors were eerily quiet either everyone was at the eme

Alaric managed to get me out of that arena just in time and we went hiding. I woke to darkness and the feeling of being watched. My eyes snapped open, and I found Alaric sitting in a chair beside the bed, his posture tense, his eyes scanning the shadows of the room like he expected an attack at any moment. "How long have you been sitting there?" I asked, my voice was rough with sleep. "A few hours." He didn't look at me, as his attention was still on the door. "I can't seem to relax. My wolf keeps insisting something's wrong." I sat up, pulling the blanket around me. "What time is it?" "Just past midnight. We're leaving in an hour." He finally turned to look at me, and his eyes were red. "How are you feeling?" "Very sore, but that's just it. " "You don't look ok either." "I'm fine." "Alaric please" "I'm trying very hard not to lose my mind," he admitted. "Every instinct I have is screaming at me to get you out of here, to take you somewhere safe where no one can threaten you b

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Vivienne's smug face, and heard her calling me weak and pathetic. My wolf was restless, pacing inside my consciousness, eager for the fight that was coming. We'll show her, my wolf growled. Show them all what we are. When dawn finally broke, I gave up on sleep and got out of bed. Mira was already awake, sitting at the small table with tea and a serious expression. "Big day today huh," she said simply, sliding a cup toward me. A knock at the door interrupted us. I knew who it was before I opened it. Alaric stood there, already dressed in dark clothes that hug his bulky build. I was embarrassed because I was still in my sleep clothes, and my white hair was a mess yet he smiled. "Good morning, beautiful." "I look terrible," I protested. "You look perfect." He stepped inside, pulling me into his arms. "How are you feeling?" "Honestly? Like I might throw up." "It's ok to be nervous." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "But once you're in th

We were in one of the summit meetings when a commotion started outside and brought itself into the hall. "I demand to be heard!" a female voice called out. Everyone turned, and my stomach dropped. Vivienne. She stood at the entrance, dressed in an expensive red gown, her auburn hair perfectly styled. I won't lie, she looked breathtaking. "You can't be here," one of the session moderators said. "This is a closed session on territorial disputes..." "This IS a territorial dispute," Vivienne interrupted, moving down the aisle. "Or rather, it's about someone who doesn't know her place." "So YOU'RE the little omega," she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Asher's pathetic ex. The one he threw away like garbage." Silence fell across the entire conference hall. This was better than territorial disputes, this was drama, and everyone wanted to watch. I stood slowly, holding her gaze. "And you are?" "Vivienne. The woman Asher chose over you. The one who was actually worthy of bei