Novels by ambivertgirl

AuroraLucas is instantly at my side before I can even process what’s happening. His hands are on my waist, and suddenly, my feet leave the ground.A startled yelp escapes my lips as he lifts me effortlessly and carries me toward the couch. My fingers clutch the front of his shirt on reflex, more out of surprise than fear. “Lucas...what are you doing?”“Keeping you from stepping on more glass,” he mutters, his tone light but edged with concern.Behind him, the little girl giggles, her sleepy voice still soft and raspy. “Silly Uncle Lucas,” she says, and the sound brings a small, involuntary smile to my lips.Mikhail’s voice draws my attention before I even realize I’ve turned toward him. He’s kneeling now, gathering the both of the children into his arms. His boy's little hands clutch at his shirt while the littlge girl leans into his shoulder, whispering something that makes him smile, not a big smile, just a quiet lift of the lips that softens his whole face.It catches me off guard

AuroraOur family.The words echo in my head, sinking deep and spreading warmth through me. Our family. Not his. Not theirs. Ours. Something soft breaks open inside me, like a fragile piece of my heart finally finding something that it craved for.“Hey, Aurora,” one of the men says as he steps forward. His voice carries a natural confidence, the kind that doesn’t need to be forced or raised to be heard. His smile reaches his eyes, warm and steady, and I feel myself relax without meaning to. “I’m Jake, his big brother. And now yours too.”I study him quietly, taking in the details. His shoulders are relaxed but his stance firm, his posture speaking of someone who has spent his life standing between people and their problems. There is an air of authority around him, not intimidating or controlling, but reassuring. It’s the kind of authority that promises protection. He looks like someone who would step up for anyone he cares about, someone dependable, someone who would solve your probl

AuroraThe car slows before I even realize we’ve left the main road. The smooth stretch of asphalt fades into a dirt path, framed by tall trees that look like they’ve been standing there forever. Branches arch over us, forming a canopy that filters the fading sunlight into soft streaks of gold. The deeper we go, the quieter it becomes, until all I can hear is the crunch of gravel beneath the tires and the low hum of the engine.The air feels different here... cooler, cleaner, scented faintly with pine and damp earth. I lower the window a little, and the breeze rushes in, brushing against my face like a secret. There’s something wild and beautiful about it, something untouched. I can’t help but lean forward slightly, my eyes tracing the way the light flickers through the trees, catching on the leaves as if trying to hold on before the sun disappears completely.The forest stretches endlessly around us, dense and alive. The fading sunlight spills through in narrow bands, painting everyt

AuroraThe farther we drive, the more I feel myself relaxing, like every mile between us and the town, my dad, my house, is peeling something heavy off my shoulders.I don’t know where Lucas is taking me. I should probably care. I should ask, at least once, but I don’t. I just don’t. The air feels lighter, and that’s enough.His warmth seeps through the space between us, the kind that wraps around me without even touching. It’s not just the heat of his body, it’s his presence, the steady pull of it, the quiet safety that comes with being near him. His scent fills the car, masculine and something darker I can’t name. It’s intoxicating. I breathe it in without meaning to, and suddenly it’s everywhere, cocooning me, sinking under my skin.The phone in my bag vibrates for the third time. I don’t even look at it. A few hours ago, I would’ve answered it immediately, heart racing, trying to explain myself or giving them update minute by minute. But right now, I can’t bring myself to care.It

LucasAurora sits beside me, her body turned slightly toward the window, but her attention… it’s everywhere.Her silence isn’t the kind that makes me uneasy or doubtful. It’s the kind that pulls me in. The kind that fills the car in a way noise never could. I can feel it, the quiet hum of her mind working, her thoughts moving behind those wide eyes.I see it in the way her gaze drifts across the dashboard, following the small scratches on the surface, pausing over the buttons and air vents as if she’s memorizing their shape. She doesn’t reach out to touch anything, doesn’t speak, but I can tell she’s observing. Cataloguing. Trying to understand the man beside her through the car he drives, the music playing low through the speakers, the faint scuff marks on the steering wheel where my thumb rests.It’s almost cute. No, it’s more than that, it’s fascinating.Most people would just talk, fill the air with questions or small talk. But not her. She reads things instead. The way the engine

LucasOutside, the air feels cooler, sharper, like it knows we’re crossing a line we can’t uncross.I feel her shiver, just once, before she leans into me. My arm finds her without thought, pulling her in until her head rests against my shoulder. She fits there like she’s meant to. Like she’s always belonged.The world fades, blurring at the edges. There are people around us, I know that much. Engines hum, someone shouts an order, a door slams, but all of it turns into nothing more than background static. Because of her. She is like that mute button, that wasn't there in my life earlier... when she is with me other things go silent.Her hair brushes my jaw when the wind picks up. Her scent almost makes me want to press my nose in her hair and fill my lungs with her scent.Her breath comes a little uneven, still catching from everything that just happened. But she looks up at me anyway, and there’s something in her eyes that hits harder than any bullet ever could.My wolf stirs, quiet b

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.