Novels by Amal ait

Annabelle.Fire. It runs through my veins like molten lava, waking my every sense. Desire pools in my core with a hot nurning need for them, and I fight back relentlessly.My resistance is unrelenting as I twist and turn for minutes, maybe hours. I can't tell. It doesn't do anything but make it worse the longer i resist. My nails dig into my mattress as I pant and draw in deep breaths that come out as staggered moans, and I struggle to control Ania. Let me out. She almost growls at me, and I try to shut her out, but she fights me, her strength surpasses mine, this time. The last thing I see is the droplets of crimson that leak out the puncture of my wrist as she rips it the IV that Kalean insisted on hooking me with. Ania, hear me, please!- I open our mindlink just for her to snap it shut and not let me see or feel anything. I shatter. Hopelessly shrinking in the depths of my mind, I curl into a ball and hope that my reckless wolf wouldn't do anything stupid. I deflat at the though

REED.The new visitor- Kaelan- his venomous name leaves a bitter taste on my tongue, offers my mate an apologetic nod as he fastly, moves towards her. Handing her four pills and a glass of water, the dark blue haired, fairy takes a seat next to our mate's laid out frame.He's giving her.... suppressants.Closing my eyes in detachment, I look up and sigh. The silence I sat in, has a sound. It screams and it screams at me to do something. To do what my morals won't let me. To do what Annabelle will never forgive me for.That is the sole reason I have for not acting upon my animalistic desires as it detects the threat roaming around us. My goal; not to kill someone that...matters to her.I force my envisioning powers more to see and hear them clearer. The fact that Anna hasn't let anyone, not even her Beta, into her room for the last three days, grates on my self control. It is wrong that I have chosen such a sleazy way to watch over her as I am invading her privacy. But I can't help it

ARSENIO.I can't hold it in. I laugh loud enough to double over and smack at repeatedly my knee as if it'd stop me from laughing so hard. God he really is the dumb one. "Holy fuck, you're really something!""It's not funny," he growls hauling the lamp on my desk right at me, missing me by an inch as I duck down. "Bitch.""Oh yes it is!" I snicker. Elated that he had gotten what he deserves. Albeit, I'm a little jealous that I wasn't there. "What-" I try to gather my composure, "What did she do after that?" He looks around embarrassingly and utters like an angry child. "She used me and left me there.""What about-""-Alone," he finishes pulling another strangled laugh out of me.She really humbld him real fast. It hasn't been that long since we got here and there, the beautiful Alpha that is our mate is changing things. Even going as far as changing my brother's narcissistic self by breaking a part of his undoubtedly, large ego."Unlucky bastard," I tsk, pretending to wipe fake tears

ANNABELLE.With a slight tug on Zyn's hair, I guide him down. Transitioning between carefully caressing his cheek and the soft swell of his lips as I allow my right hand to travel to his navel, sliding further down. A tangible whimper escapes him, the second I set my hand on his hard cock. Gunmetal irises gaze at my own with a feverent deprivation, "Please, " he breathlessly ruts into my palm, releasing a loud moan at the contact. His eyes shutting close.The unwavering violet eyes belonging to one aroused vampire seem unable to tear away from my frame. They track over the smallest details, like how my thumb presses into Zyn's lower lip applying pressure and how my mouth trails soft butterfly kisses down his throat, lingering on his soft spot that seems to throb as I suck on it leaving a red mark.It feels invasive in a way. The way he watches me so keenly. The way that he can't tell how of an effect he has on me.The grueling hold he has over my heart without knowing.Is it a na

ANNABELLE.The thrill of watching them sends me to overdrive. My heart pounds faster and faster, eyes racking over Atlas' body movement as he handles my Omega like a delicate flower and he softens his stiff position. Falling between the vampire prince's outstretched legs.I can almost hear my heartbeat in my stomach. My chest tightens in longing but I don't make a single move. I just watch. Watch him pull down his black sweatpants. Watch him marvel at his impressive length as he takes him into his mouth releasing a moan that I had been the only one to hear.I can only watch.It's all I can do.. No matter how much they unknowingly tempt me, I don't let myself be seen or felt. Using my shadow technique, I blend into the darkness shrouding my hallway and stare like a fucking creep. Stare like I am paid to.It isn't like I can jump right and join them. I am the one against this connection. I am the one with a problem. Not them. They seem to be enjoying themselves without me. The only oth

ATLAS.Our first week in our beloved's pack went by quickly. Soon finding my brother and I, comfortable and starting to get used to the... bearable ambience. I have to hand it to Annabelle's Pack members because their attitude were nothing short of adequate and respectful. Just how I liked my subjects.Yes, they were-are- my subjects as much as they are hers.Call me prideful but having a little bit of the power that my mate had over her people makes me feel ... stronger. She doesn't seem to mind that we also have to contribute to her community and share the mightiness that is practically hers.Self absorbed. Arrogant. Conceited.But my personal favorite one was narcissistic.Those are the basic words used to describe me in our territory. Maybe because I was simply better than everyone and that they didn't find it okay for me to be this powerful. They couldn't just accept how actually good I was.Here, nobody seems to show their distaste towards my behavior.I am not here to make fri

Marwa.The moment I stepped back into my room, a heavy sigh escaped me. Peace. Or at least, the illusion of it. This godforsaken place had drained every ounce of energy I had. My body screamed for the comfort of my bed, but there was no rest for the wicked.I kicked off my joggers and tossed the hoodie onto the chair by the window, collapsing onto the mattress. The cool sheets against my bare arms should have been soothing, but all I could think of was the damn tension from dinner. The way Victoriano had watched me like I was a puzzle he couldn't figure out, like I was some kind of mystery he needed to solve.I couldn't be bothered to think about him.Fuck him. Fuck his staring. Fuck this entire situation.I shut my eyes, willing sleep to take me—at least for a few hours of peace.But peace was a goddamn illusion.A sharp knock at my door made my pulse spike. I groaned, burying my face in the pillow. Whoever it was, they were fucking lucky I didn’t throw something at their fat head. "

Marwa. I made sure to slam the car door extra hard for the sake of my agitated self. Fuck him, his Lambo and his entire fucking bloodline. With my fist clenched around my phone, I speed through the long hallway to my designated room. And hopefully, my sole way of getting rid of their annoying selves. I need the peace now more than ever. "Oi! Xavier, wait up!" Spoke too soon. "What is it now?" I swivel halting my long strides and meeting Sloane's small frame. I watched as he heaves, pulling his inhaler out, taking two long puffs. "Are you alright?" I ask, unimpressed and uninterested in idle chitchat. He looks down dumbly and then up, "Y-yep, thank you!" He smiles brightly, not looking like he'd almost lost his breath trying to catch up with me. The new refound joy in his eyes dimes down as he looks into my unmoving body, and unresponsive eyes "I wanted to-" I cross my arms over my chest and take a good look at his face as he stammers, giving him the sign to continue with his ra

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.I snorted at his words. Yeah, right. There was no way in hell he was coming near me. My blade would be jabbed into his microscopic dick before he thought about touching me."You wish."He smiled, vicious an almost dreamy expression on his face. "Oh, Amor, you have no idea." Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him. I chanted willing my hand out of my waistband where my revolver was tucked."Disgusting prick." I slid through the door as he moved his arms hearing his rich chuckles resonating throughout the room and I made my descent.My skin prickled at the soft breeze when I stepped outside and my restful mood was restored.Fuck, the weather was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold but sunny. It was a great day until the fucker showed up."Mariposa, let's get you home." He strolled past me to his car. Speak of the fucking devil and he shall appear. (Butterfly)I really shouldn't have let Enzo take my bike, now I'm stuck with this baboon."Shit," I got in

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.Fuck. Me. Sideways.The tires of the dark purple Lamborghini screeched as he stopped in front of our building, the car glinted in the daylight attracting the attention of every spectator and then he stepped out.And my mood was ruined, instantly.Puffing out the toxic smoke feeling my lips curl into a snarl at Victoriano's excessive flamboyant entrance.He didn't have to be here, actually, I specifically bade to his twin that I didn't want him in my face.The movers were already done with loading my shit to their mansion, the apartment was empty and Enzo and Dal left for a business transaction with the Triad. It was an ordinary day till now.Vincentius sent the movers this morning to get some of Enzo's shit as he assured me that he'd do, nevertheless, he wasn't able to keep his annoying brother the hell away from me. I was irritable and bitchy, I mean was I supposed to be happy tha

MARWA XAVIER NIXON.Thoughts of the twins and Lee flew out the window the second I stepped into Casimir's place. Our lips found each other's.He ripped my dress up leaving me bare and I did the same to his white shirt down, buttons and torn fabric were thrown everywhere, a puddle at our feet."Fuck, you're so hot," he muttered scanning my form. My daggers were still attached to my garters and a wave of shills hit my tits, nipples stood hard at the soft breeze protruding through my bra."But I think you might need to take those off," he laughed gesturing to my garters and strapped knives. I gave an amused smirk obligingly removing them.Putting the blades aside, I ogled his lean figure noting his tight abs and pecs arousing me furthermore. I jumped warping my legs around him and he cupped my ass moving us in the direction of what I assumed was his room.I scanned the huge penthouse with curiosity. It looked neat and clean. And I appreciated the fact that it was close to my apartment b

MARWA XAVIER NIXON."Hello," the unfamiliar voice sent my nonchalance to interest as I scanned the tall blond-haired male with keen intrigue.A 6'3 frame of pure sin. His long muscled legs cladded in a pair of grey designer trousers, slim waist, wide and board chest leading to lean shoulders.And then to his face.The fluorescent green eyes stared back at mine with equal feverish hunger. A roman nose with high cheekbones and sharp angular jaw, his tanned blemish-free complexion made him look prettier than he was.Blonds weren't my type, to say the least, but this man was. He screamed pure natural dominance and if that didn't make my vulva purr like a bitch in the heat then I don't know what or who would.I licked my lips seeing how his eyes had darkened with each second I took eyefucking him and stripping him with my eyes.He ran his hand through his golden locks giving him a messy yet elegant look, his dominant aura pulled me in to inspect him furthermore.He was pretty and confiden

Sofia.We didn’t go back to the table right away.After the doctor left, the air in the room shifted—like we’d all finally exhaled a fear we didn’t realize had been coiled so tightly around our throats. Relief didn’t rush in like a wave. It came slow. Gentle. A tide lapping at the edges of something bruised but is slowly healing.Aurelio didn’t say anything at first. He just sat there, elbows on his knees, fingers woven together like a man trying to ground himself to the earth.I sank down beside him.“Your brain’s kicking ass,” I offered softly, shoulder bumping his.He huffed a breath that might’ve been a laugh. “Guess I owe it to a tiara and some mop-based prophecies.”“You owe it to yourself,” I said, “And to the part of you that held on even when the rest of you didn’t remember why.”His head turned, and there it was again—that look. Not the blank stare of a man clawing at fog. But the focused intensity of someone waking up inside his own body.“I’m scared,” he said quietly.“I k

Sofia.I didn’t know how long we stayed like that. Tangled limbs, lazy fingers tracing idle patterns on skin, heartbeats slow and synced like we’d finally hit a frequency that didn’t make my chest ache.Eventually, the post-bliss haze wore off, and I heard Arsen groan softly into my neck. “We’re gonna be late, aren’t we?”I blinked, staring at the ceiling like it had betrayed me. “Shit. Lunch.”“Yep,” he said, dragging himself up like a man about to face a firing squad. “At the estate. With your mafia husbands.”I snorted. “Don’t be dramatic.”He raised an eyebrow. “Sofia. Nikolai once threatened to stab me for taking the last breadstick.”“To be fair, it was garlic and we were drunk.”“Still stabbed adjacent,” he muttered, pulling his shirt back on while I dragged myself into a fresh pair of jeans and tried to fix my hair like it hadn’t just been thoroughly ravaged by affection and a little emotional healing.By the time we made it out to the car, I was buzzing with nerves and that f

Sofia.We didn’t move from that spot for a long time. Just stood there in the kitchen like a couple of emotionally dehydrated ghosts haunting the sticky air, where burnt cinnamon and sweetened regret clung to the walls. The smell was half overcooked pancakes, half defeat. My hoodie—his hoodie, which had officially crossed over into “mine by domestic conquest”—was warm with Arsen’s scent and a faint hint of vanilla coffee.The same vanilla coffee I’d spilled that morning in my panic to stop Lorelai from base-jumping off the bookshelf with a stuffed unicorn strapped to her back. She had declared it a “mission from the Fairy Council,” and honestly, I couldn’t argue with her commitment to the role.“I think I like it here,” I said softly. The words hung in the quiet like a snowflake you’re afraid to breathe near, delicate and holy.He didn’t smirk. Didn’t joke. He just looked at me—really looked—and then gave me the gentlest shoulder bump, like he needed to physically share the weight of

Arsen.There were three things I never thought I’d be doing at 11 a.m. on a weekday:Whisking cinnamon into pancake batter.Arguing with a three-year-old over sock color.Letting Sofia take over my kitchen like she owned the place.(Okay, the last one was kind of hot. And, let’s be honest, she lowkey did own the place. Emotionally, spiritually, logistically—she’d rearranged my spice rack last week, and I didn’t even mind.)“You didn’t turn the heat down when you added the milk,” she murmured, not looking at me, but reaching around anyway to adjust the burner. Her fingers brushed my arm, her tone going strict, which only made it more attractive. “Scorched the bottom. Again.”“I meant to do that,” I lied, absolutely shameless, barely biting down a grin.She snorted, flicking me with a spoon. “You also meant to give Alexei and Jade mullets with your ‘barbering skills.’ Let’s stop pretending we know how to do things.”Okay, ouch. But also, accurate. Jade had genuinely threatened to draw o

Sofia.His words hit like a sucker punch dressed in velvet."I’m not letting you run this time."I should’ve had something clever ready to go. A witty comeback. A sarcastic jab. Hell, even a half-hearted "we'll see." But nothing made it past my lips.Because the way he looked at me—like I was gravity, oxygen, and sunlight all rolled into one—stripped every ounce of sass from my bones. My whole body felt like it was on alert, not in fear, but in want. In hope. In a feeling I couldn't find a way to describe.So instead of running my mouth as always, I reached for him. My fingers threaded into his sleep-tousled hair, the strands still warm from our earlier chaos. There was a faint stubble burn on his cheek where I’d clearly been overenthusiastic (zero regrets, by the way), and his lips—plump, smug, and still glistening with leftover kisses—grazed mine like they had every right to be there.And the terrifying part? They did.This—this right here—was what belonging felt like."You make it

Author’s POV. Later, once the bedroom was a crime scene of discarded blankets and very satisfied bodies, Sofia slipped out from between them with a soft smile. She tiptoed past Nikolai’s arm—he was starfished across the bed like he’d fought in a war and barely made it. Nial mumbled something about “peaches” in his sleep (she wasn’t asking), and Nadei let out a contented sigh, flipping over to steal her pillow. The traitor. She padded quietly to the window, tugging the curtains open just a little. Morning sunlight poured in like honey, soft and golden, catching on the scattered chaos of their lives. Half-finished drawings from Jade. Lorelai’s pink unicorn slippers. A little handmade bracelet she hadn’t taken off since Jade had proudly given it to her.Her eyes softened.But then they drifted—just a bit farther. To the picture tucked in the frame of the mirror. A candid one. Blurry. Taken at the café weeks ago when she wasn’t looking.Arsen. Holding Alexei. Smiling at her like sh