Novels by ambivertgirl

AlexeiIrene has already moved the rug three times, changed the angle of the coffee table twice, and now she’s standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, staring at the couch like it personally offended her.I lean against the wall, arms crossed, watching her.“You’re gonna set that couch on fire with your eyes.”She gives me a look. “I don’t like it there.”“Yeah, 'cause it’s halfway to the hallway,” I point out, stepping forward. “Let’s move it.”“Okay, but-”Before she can finish, I’m already gripping one end. “You get that side. Let’s put it near the window. Feels more... cozier.”She nods, flustered, brushing past me to grab the other end. Our hands bump briefly as she reaches for the corner, and she pulls back like she touched a live wire. Cute.“You okay there?” I ask, not bothering to hide my grin.“Yeah. Just... static,” she mutters.“Sure.”There’s already a scatter of books and picture frames on the floor and now Irene’s standing in front of the bookshel

AlexeiThere’s this weird kind of pull I can’t explain. Like something invisible hooks into my chest and just tugs me toward her. I don’t even notice I’m moving at first. It’s not on purpose. My body just… follows her. Follows the feeling.She’s right there, sitting close enough that I can see the way her lashes dip when she looks down and the small crease between her brows. Her lips are parted just a little. My gaze drops to her mouth for a second. I don’t mean to, but I can’t help it. It’s like something about her pulls every part of me in, and I swear I feel that pull under my skin, like a low hum that gets louder the closer I get.I lean in a little more. Not sure what I’m doing, not thinking, not planning, just caught up in this moment that feels way too big for how small the space between us is. I don’t touch her. I don’t speak. I just hover there, close enough to catch her breath mixing with mine, waiting to see if she’ll move away.She doesn’t move away. As if she is also in

AlexeiThe silence in the house isn’t peaceful. Not even close.It’s thick, tense, crawling under my skin like it’s trying to choke me out. She hasn’t said a word in what feels like forever.And it’s driving me insane.I’ve dealt with people’s emotions before. I’m not the guy who snaps or says the wrong thing when someone’s crying or yelling or shutting down. But Irene’s silence? It’s on a whole other level.Why the hell does she affect me like this? More than I want to admit. More than I can even begin to understand.When Stella rejected our bond, yeah, it stung. But just Irene's silence is maddening.It’s something deeper, messier.I’m two seconds away from calling out her name when I hear the soft creak of her door. She walks out, and just like that, there she is again. Calm. That kind of calm that doesn’t make sense. Her face is unreadable, and it only fuels the fire inside me.“You alright?” she asks, like everything’s normal.That question breaks whatever I’ve been holding in.“

AlexeiAsk me to jump into a battle with a thousand rogues, and I wouldn't even blink. I'd dive in without thinking twice. But sitting here, trying to talk to Irene? It feels like the hardest damn thing I’ve ever had to do.I’m running the words through my head, trying to make sense of them. How do I explain something that never made sense to me in the first place? How do I tell her about Stella… and the truth behind what that bond really is or isn’t?I glance at her, hoping for some kind of reaction. Anything. But her face is calm. Too calm. Like she shut a door and locked it from the inside. And I feel it, that invisible wall between us. It’s there, cold and thick, and it’s messing with my head more than I want to admit.I rake a hand through my hair and drop my head, letting my hands rest behind my neck. I breathe in deep, hoping it’ll help settle the tightness in my chest. Then I lift my head and catch her holding the union crystal I placed beside me earlier. Her fingers are wrapp

AlexeiNormally, at this time, I’d be out. Either running patrols, overseeing the morning training rounds, or caught up with Mikhail in some pack issue that needs fixing. But not today. Today, I took the day off.I told myself it’s just so Irene doesn’t feel left alone on her first real day here, and maybe that’s partly true. Sophia even offered to spend the day with her, give her the pack tour, make it a “girls' day” kind of thing. But the moment she said that, I knew it would have made Irene uncomfortable. She is too polite and kind to say no, but inside, she would have been anxious all the time. So, I turned the offer down, nicely, and stayed.But that’s not the whole truth.The real reason I’m staying in today is that I’ve been meaning to talk to her. About everything. About Stella. About my mate bond with her. About what it meant… and what it didn’tShe deserves to know the whole picture. I can’t let her think I’m hiding things from her.I know I should’ve told her before the un

AlexeiHer laugh echoes around us, loud and wild and completely unfiltered, and damn if it doesn’t do something to me. Her whole face lights up, cheeks flushed, eyes crinkling, and for a second, the weight she carries just melts off her. That glow on her face... it loosens something in my chest, something tight that I didn’t even know was wound up. My wolf perks up too, proud like we’ve done something right just by getting her to let go.I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything this honest... this pure before.I think maybe Sophia was right. Everything probably just hit Irene all at once. The changes, the new place, the people, the chaos, it’s been a lot. I didn’t see it at first, but it makes sense now, why she suddenly pulled back. I thought I’d messed something up, but no... she just needs time to settle in. To breathe. I’m glad I stopped by Sophia’s before grabbing groceries. I didn’t think asking her for advice would help this much, but it did.Irene needs space to feel safe. And 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.

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