Novels by ambivertgirl

Gianna The entire atmosphere of the clubhouse has shifted. And I was not surprised when almost everyone started preparing for a party, leaving a few of the men to tend to the broken wall. However, Jarek ordered them to stay put at the party and any celebration until all over members recovered and security was reinforced. Although there were slight complaints, they all knew what things should be prioritized. So in record time, all the things are back in order, and now again, the club is preparing to throw a crazy-ass party to welcome twins. An involuntary smile uplifts the corners of my lips as my gaze falls onto my lap. Both of my boys are sleeping, completely unaware of the chaos they were born into. Somewhere I am still having a hard time wrapping my mind around the thought that I am a mother. It feels unreal... almost foreign. However, the love with which my heart is bursting is something unexplainable. The emotions are so intense and overpowering that I can only describe thi

Gianna The gate of the club has been blown off, and some of the members are working on fixing a new gate. The front wall is also partially damaged, as well as the side. There are more people patrolling around the club than I have ever seen, and I have spotted a few wolves as well running around the perimeter. Uncle's men are also here helping the members with repairs and even with security. It feels so different watching all of them working together because they are so much different from each other. Wolves are reckless while they are organized. Wolves follow their instincts, and the others are highly calculative with their every move. They are poles apart, yet they have banded together and worked as a team. And they make an amazing team. Well, if not, then I wouldn't be sitting here alive today. I had asked my uncle to update the club about everything and also help Dad to secure the club because I had a doubt that maybe Maverick had something up under his sleeve, and I didn't wa

Gianna Wrapping my arms around myself, I lean against the car as I watch the dead bodies of rogues coming out of the building. A part of me wishes this wasn't how their life should have ended; some of them might still have some hope of returning back from their madness. Until now, I have forced myself to shut down my emotions so I don't hesitate to do what I need to do. But now, when my barriers are down, there is kind of a hollow feeling seeing so much death around me. I wish there were a way to help them, but then I know when you leave your humanity, then there is nothing left to salvage. There are bodies of humans who turned themselves into this hybrid by introducing werewolves' blood into their system. Honestly, there were the worst, and there was this craziness that surrounded them, and there was no point of return for them. Rogues are born, but these hybrids are mad, and during the full moon, they face severe consequences of their greed. Jarek told me most of these can't eve

GiannaCarefully, walking inside the dimly lit hallway, I look around and notice there are numerous doors aligned to both sides of the hallway.I can hear the desperate pleas of people from behind the doors, but I keep moving forward. As of now, they are safe inside, and I don't know who they are, so it is better that they stay behind the locked doors as of now.My body is aching as everything is catching up to me, but I am pushing myself because this is not the time to focus on these things. I need to help Jarek and end all this once and for all.I am still unable to understand why Maverick did all this and what his motive was behind all this. He seems mentally sick, and there is something unsettling about his personality that gives me the creeps. And the thing which makes him even more creepy is that he behaves so normally, like whatever he has done or is doing is something very normal, nothing out of the ordinary.No matter what, I don't feel an iota of sympathy for him... sick or

Gianna Suddenly, I realize that we are still in the enemy camp, and we aren't out of danger. Where the hell is everyone? They should have been here by now. I just hope the tracker is working fine. After I had searched about injectable microchips, I made Uncle arrange it for me and got the chip implanted in my wrist. Uncle must have alerted the club, so they should have been here by now. "Jarek." Leaning away, I look at him and search around, "Maverick, he is nowhere." He instantly frowns and looks around as if he has also just realized this. Before we can think about it much, the thundering footsteps reach our ears, and they get louder and louder. They must have been alerted that something was not right, or maybe Maverick informed them. Whatever it is, we have no option but to fight them. "Stay close to me all the time." He places a quick kiss on my forehead and helps me get on my feet. He steps away from me and lets his wolf overtake his body. As soon as he transitioned into

Gianna Using the wall as a support, Maverick stands up again, still holding on to the chains tightly. His wounds aren't healing, but still, they don't actually slow him down. Even though he is injured, he still attacks Jarek. Jarek's upper lips roll in inside his mouth as he snarls, bare his sharp canines as he dodges Maverick's attack. From the outside, this looks unmatched fight because Maverick is facing Jarek's powerful wolf, but it isn't. Because Maverick, surprisingly, is stronger than he looks and doesn't look like this is the first time he is fighting a wolf. I am too focused on the fight that I don't see when someone attacks me from the side. I am tackled on the ground, and air knocks out of my lungs. I break my fall when bringing my hands in front of me, yet, my face hits the ground. A sharp hiss leaves my mouth as my cheek splits open. But before I can turn around, I am with something sharp in my side. Tilting slightly, I see Stella holding a knife that is coated i

AuroraMy hands tangle into his hair, fingers sliding through the thick strands like they belong there. His breath is warm against my skin, every brush of his lips sending a quiet shiver through me. I notice everything. The way he exhales when he presses closer. The way his mouth lingers, like he is listening to something beneath my skin. I have always wanted him. There has never been a moment where that felt untrue, and I have never tried to pretend otherwise.He knows that about me.There is nothing shameful in wanting the person you love. Wanting their touch. Wanting their attention. Wanting the way they say your name when they are not thinking about anyone else. I want him in every way a person can want another, and that has always felt simple. Honest.But this feels different.This is not just desire. It is not just heat or closeness or the familiar rush that comes when his hands find me. This is something sharper. Deeper. A pull that feels almost painful, like something inside m

LucasThere aren’t any hybrids that I know of, so this is an area I am walking into without a map. I feel it in my chest as a quiet pressure, not panic, not fear, just this constant awareness that I need to understand what is happening to her before it turns into something she cannot put into words. I have spent my life knowing exactly where I stand, what I am, what rules apply to me. This is new. This is unknown. And it is wrapped up in Aurora, which makes it matter more than anything else ever has.She sits across from me with her knees drawn in a little, shoulders relaxed but not fully. Her fingers brush the inside of her wrist, slow and absentminded, like she is trying to calm a pulse she does not recognize yet. I notice how her breathing evens out every time she looks at me, even though her eyes still carry confusion. Soft confusion. Not fear. That matters.Each time her gaze meets mine, I feel it again. That faint reach from her.My wolf reacts instantly, alert in a way it has n

LucasThe presence hits me sharp enough that my wolf pushes forward without permission. I blink once, slow, trying to steady myself, but the moment I reach deeper into Aurora’s mind, the pull gets stronger. It is not dangerous. It is not a threat. It is something else. Something I did not expect to feel in her.And it explains everything.Her emotions are not just tangled. They are layered. Overlapping. Like two different people are trying to feel through the same heart.No wonder she is overwhelmed. No wonder she keeps spiraling without understanding why. None of her emotions sit still. They tilt one way, then the other, like they belong to two different people who both want control. The confusion in her is not because she is lost. It is because she is feeling too much. Two currents running at once inside the same river, trying to merge but also trying to move in their own directions.One is familiar. It is the Aurora I know.And then there is the other presence.The one that is sti

LucasThere is something I finally understand about Aurora. Something I used to think was adorable, almost playful. The way she can brighten in seconds. The way her mood lifts as if someone flipped a switch inside her. I used to think it was magic. Her magic. But now I see it is a shield. A trick she learned to keep the world from seeing her hurt. She thinks she is hiding her pain, but all she does is show me how much she has carried alone.It breaks something in me. Seeing how easy it is for her to pretend she is fine.“So, what do I have to do?” she asks, voice soft but curious. She shifts into a crisscross position on the grass right in front of me. The breeze moves little strands of her hair, and she tucks them behind her ear like she wants to look presentable for whatever she imagines this process is.“Hold your hands or look into your eyes, you know, to transfer my mind or whatever.”She looks so genuinely excited that I cannot help smiling. It is not fake. I know her face by

LucasThe moment she lashed out, I felt it. Not just the anger in her voice, but something under it. A shift. A pulse in the air around her. A part of her she has kept tucked away, rising to the surface for the first time. When she returned to the pack days ago, her aura had changed a little, like a song missing one familiar chord. I noticed it, but I chose to believe it was because of the attack. Trauma leaves fingerprints on people. I thought it was only that.But today, when she burst, I knew it was something else.Arthur looked stunned. He expected anger. Anyone would. But this level of hurt, this eruption, it caught him off guard. His eyes flicked between us as if he was looking for a reason that made sense. It did not surprise me though. I knew this anger had roots. Deep ones.She has been holding this in for years, and today the weight finally broke.Her doubting my love cut through me in a way I did not expect. The look she gave me, the fear behind it, the quiet plea for reass

AuroraClosing the door behind me feels louder than it should. It is just a door, wood and metal and a handle that sticks on cold mornings, but right now it echoes through my chest like I slammed it on a whole lifetime. I take one step onto the porch, then another. The air outside tastes different, cooler, sharper. I look around like I am expecting the world to shift in some dramatic way, but it looks exactly the same. The same trees. The same quiet. The same sky that refuses to care about whatever is happening inside me.I stand there for a moment, not sure what to do with myself. I do not know where to go. I have no plan. I am angry, yes, furious in a way that feels new and old at the same time, but underneath the anger there is this tiny spark of something I am embarrassed to admit.Excitement.A small, hidden thrill twists through me. Because I did it. I actually had the last word and walked out. The thing I used to imagine doing in my head during every fight I never had the coura

Samuel's POV Ten years later. That moment is still fresh in my mind when Ariana left me. How can you forget the moment when your everything was walking away from you? I wanted to beg her not to leave me and just give me one more chance, but something refrained me from doing so. This was the punishment which she had chosen for me. Therefore, even if it was killing me, I decided to accept my punishment. There's a hope in this punishment that when it ends, I will find my eternal happiness. Only I don't know when or if this punishment will ever come to an end. Numerous times, I broke down because the pain of bei

Ariana’s POV “Everyone is not lucky to get a second chance at love in their life, but I am one of those few people lucky people who found true love after losing their trust in love.” Samuel smiles softly, but the sadness in his eyes reveals his true feelings, “I fell in love for the first time it was with a wrong person, but when I found the right person, I was not able to cherish her the way I should have.” “I want to blame the circumstances. I want to blame the world for whatever wrong has happened in my life. But the truth is the only person to blame is me.” He clenches his jaws while he stares at the table, “Only if I had the courage to tell you everything from the beginning, then I would not have made you feel betrayed and hurt. Maybe we would still have been friends. But I was a coward, and now I am paying the price of my mistake.”

Ariana's POV Until now, I never realized how good it feels to take charge of your life. You feel so powerful. Whenever anything went wrong in my life that turned my life upside down, I always tried to put together my life again. Even now, I am doing the same. The only difference is that all the other times, I didn't want to, but I had to. But now, I want to get hold of my life and put together the pieces of my life for myself. I want to be in charge of my own happiness and destiny. I want to do this for myself and Justin. He deserves a sister who is stable in her life, not someone who is an emotional mess. I don't want the impact of my poor choices to reflect on him. So even though I have said many times, I will say it again; I will make ever

Ariana's POV Gathering snacks in my arms, I walk into the living with a wide grin on my face. Justin turns to me, adorning a similar grin, and rushes to help me carry the snacks. "Be careful." Turning around, Justin glances at me then he crawls inside our blanket fort. Rolling my eyes, I smile as I carefully enter Justin's fort. "Next time, we will make an even bigger fort," Justin exclaims and opens the packet of chips. "Which movie shall we watch?" I ask while turning on my laptop and connecting it with the Bluetooth speakers because my laptop speakers volume is not very loud. "The Karate Kid," After thinking for a moment, he replies.

Ariana's POV Max's fingers draw lazy patterns on my arm while keeping his arm wrapped around me. My head is resting on his chest, finding comfort in his strong heartbeat. He is alive, and he will be okay. We both lie in each other arms in silence. However, there is no awkwardness between us, just meaningful silence. Somewhere we both are at a loss for words. Maybe we do not know how to voice these newfound feelings. I feel him pressing a small kiss on the top of my head, which causes me to raise my head from his chest to glance at his face. His throat works as he swallows while blankly staring ahead. A moment later, his gaze flickers to me, and I watch a myriad of emotions passing through his face.

Ariana's POV There are rare moments in my life when I truly feel helpless, where the feeling of being useless dominates all my other emotions. This is one of those rare moments as I sit across Max with a stoic expression, probably because I feel too numb to react. The silence around us is heavy. I can clearly hear the ticking of the clock on the wall behind me. Its ticking reminds me of the ticking of a time bomb, and somewhere it is not far from the truth. Time. Is. Ticking. With each moment passing, I feel my chest constricting. All these feelings were too familiar, the vice-like grip clutching my chest, making each intake of breath difficult than the previous one.