Novel-novel oleh ambivertgirl

JuneA burst of anger rolls off Caleb so suddenly that it almost feels physical.One second he is holding me, and the next he steps back like he is forcing distance between us before he loses control. His jaw clenches hard, his chest rising sharply as low growls spill from him louder than before.He looks furious.Not just angry.Livid.The air around him feels heavier somehow, charged with something raw and dangerous that makes every instinct in me sharpen.“I am going to kill her.”The words come out rough, almost snarled.For a second, I just stare at him.And then something strange happens.I feel it.Not just my own anger anymore, but his too.It crashes through me in waves, intense and protective and violent in a way that feels unfamiliar. It is like I am standing outside of it and inside it at the same time, witnessing his emotions while somehow feeling echoes of them inside myself.The rage I felt moments ago was sharp and personal.This is different.This anger burns hotter,

JuneNow alone in the room, I push the blanket off my legs and slowly stand from the bed.For a second, I wait.I know this feeling too well. The moment after transforming back. The sharp wave that usually tears through my body without warning, forcing me to curl into myself until it passes. Every bone aching, every muscle burning like I have been ripped apart and stitched back together wrong.I brace for it automatically as my feet touch the floor.But nothing happens.I straighten carefully, my hand hovering near my side as I take a cautious step forward.Still nothing.A faint ache lingers beneath the bandage, but it is nowhere near what I am used to. It is manageable. Ordinary, even.My brow furrows.Maybe it is because I have been lying down.That has to be it.I start walking slowly around the room, expecting the pain to strike once I move more. My eyes drift toward the door, then the window, my thoughts turning faster with every step I take.But nothing hits me.No sharp agony.

JuneI am propped up against a stack of pillows, still getting used to being back in my own body, when Caleb walks in with a bowl in his hands. The scent reaches me before he even gets close. Something warm. Simple. Comforting in a way I do not have a name for.He pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits down without saying much. His focus is on the bowl, on making sure it is not too hot, on doing something as ordinary as bringing me food like it matters more than anything else right now.I watch him quietly.There is something different about this moment. No urgency. No danger. Just this quiet space where it is only the two of us.He lifts the spoon, dips it into the soup, and pauses. Then he brings it closer to his lips and blows on it gently, testing the heat before turning it toward me.“Careful,” he murmurs. “It’s still warm.”For a second, I do not move.I just look at him.At the way he holds the spoon like this is something he has decided to do, not something he feels forced i

JuneOne minute I am standing there, watching Hayden and his men, every muscle in my body tight and ready, and the next everything slips.It is not gradual. It is not something I can fight.It just… goes dark.Something inside me pulls back, like I am being gently but firmly pushed away from the front of my own mind. My thoughts scatter, my control loosens, and then I am no longer the one holding the reins.I am still here.Just differently.Earlier, I didn't understand what happened to me... but now, when I am aware of my wolf... I can feel what happens. I cannot see what is happening out there, not clearly, but I can feel it. I can feel her.My wolf.She rises without hesitation, without doubt, filling the place I left behind like she was always meant to. There is no confusion in her, no second guessing. Only purpose.And I know what that purpose is.Hayden.His men.The threat.A small part of me tries to reach forward, tries to hold onto something, to stay connected, but it slips

CalebIf Sophia were here… the thought comes uninvited, slipping into my mind and refusing to leave. I would have asked her to help June. I know what she can do. I have seen it. The way she takes pain, the way she pulls it out like it is nothing but a burden she can carry.I drag a hand over my face, exhaling slowly.It is selfish. I know it is. Wanting someone else to take June’s pain, to fix this when I cannot. But I do not know what else to do. Sitting here, watching her lie still while time keeps moving forward, is slowly eating away at me.The doctor checked her again not long ago. Same results. The wound is healing now. Slowly, but it is healing. Everything in her body is doing what it should.Except for one thing.She has not woken up.I sit there for a long moment, staring at her, trying to find any sign that something is changing. A twitch. A shift. Anything.There is nothing.The doctor did not look concerned. That is the part that frustrates me the most. He stood there, cal

Caleb The doctor finishes his examination and steps back from the bed, his expression thoughtful in a way that does nothing to ease the tension sitting in my chest. I watch him closely, searching his face for something concrete. Something I can hold onto. “There is nothing structurally wrong,” he says after a moment, his voice calm, clinical. “She should be healing.” Should be. The words echo in my head long after he says them. Because she is not. I shift my gaze back to June, lying motionless against the white sheets. The bandage wrapped around her side is clean now, the bleeding stopped after the silver bullet was removed. Everything looks as it should on the surface. But it is not. Her healing is slow. Too slow. Slower than I have ever seen from any wolf. Slower than it should be, even for a human. And that thought alone is enough to make something restless stir inside me. My wolf does not like this. Neither do I. The doctor gives a few final instructions before leaving t

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

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.