Novels by Aichatou

Victor struggled against Damien, his desperation clear, but it was no use. With a final, furious twist, Damien spun in front of him and snapped his neck. The sound was sickening, and in the blink of an eye, Victor crumpled to the ground, lifeless.Raven’s grip on him tightened as she refused to let go, her strength unwavering, but now it was Damien pulling her into his arms. He held her close, his breath steady but tinged with regret. "Sorry, Raven, but I couldn’t listen to his poisonous words anymore."Raven met his gaze, her voice firm, and without hesitation. “Don’t be sorry. You did the right thing.”She turned to face the Alpha Council, her eyes steely with resolve as she made sure to explain herself clearly, to cut through any lingering misunderstandings. “You all misunderstand,” she began. “I am proud of my druid side. I believe druids and wolves can be allies, but druids have not proven trustworthy.”Damien’s gaze turned cold as he stared down the group of druids who had come

Levi led the way outside, the open field sprawling before them as the tension thickened in the air. Raven and Damien followed closely behind, their every step measured, anticipation heavy in the atmosphere.Raven’s voice broke the silence, her eyes darting between Damien and Victor. “Are you sure about this?” she asked, a note of concern creeping into her voice.Damien’s gaze was unwavering as he nodded. “I’m positive. This is the only way I can get Victor to let this go,” he said, his tone firm.He stopped abruptly, pulling Raven aside with a gentle but commanding touch. His eyes locked onto hers, searching, as if trying to read her thoughts before he spoke. “I know I will win today,” he said, his voice steady, but the fire behind it unmistakable.Raven offered him a reassuring smile. “I know you will too. I love you.”Damien’s lips curved into a smile in return, and he whispered the same words back to her, his voice full of emotion. Then, without warning, he leaned down and captured

Victor stepped forward, his stance challenging, as though daring Damien to make a move. His eyes glinted with a cold determination, ready for a fight. Damien, fueled by anger, took a step toward Victor, but Raven, acting swiftly, stepped between the two of them.With the strength of her powers, she pushed them apart. It was no small feat—she was strong enough to move both men, who were much larger than her. They stepped back reluctantly, though Damien’s fury was still palpable."Calm down, both of you," Raven said, her voice firm and commanding. "Let’s try to talk this out first."Damien snarled, his voice low and threatening. "There’s nothing to discuss. Raven is my wife. We’ve been legally married, and we have children together."Victor's lips curled into a slight smirk. "I don't mind if she brings the kids," he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.Damien’s restraint snapped. He lunged toward Victor, but Raven and Lucas grabbed hold of him, pulling him back."I’ll kill you," Dami

Damien stood tall as they walked further into the hall, Damien spoke quietly, his voice low enough for only her to hear."I know Alpha Lucas," he said, glancing over at the man who had stepped forward to greet them. "I consider him an ally."Raven raised an eyebrow. "Do you trust him?"Damien’s gaze darkened slightly. "I do, but keep your guard up. Just because he's on our side doesn’t mean anyone else is."Before Raven could respond, Alpha Lucas approached them. He was a large man with a commanding presence, his expression warm as he extended his hand to Damien."Alpha Damien, thanks for coming on such short notice," Alpha Lucas said, his tone respectful but filled with urgency.Damien returned the handshake, but his voice was stern. "Alpha Lucas, I'm not happy to have been rushed here like this. Especially with the druids involved."Alpha Lucas glanced at Raven, his eyes widening slightly with awe. Without another word, he dropped to one knee and bowed low, his respect palpable."Go

Two hours later, Raven sat in the passenger seat of Damien’s SUV as he drove through the woods, one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on her thigh. They had left pack territory nearly twenty minutes ago, heading deep into neutral land where there were no patrols, no eyes, no responsibilities, just the two of them and the heat simmering beneath the surface.His fingers stroked her bare thigh slowly, back and forth. His palm lingered near the hem of her loose summer dress, knuckles grazing higher now and then like he didn’t even realize what he was doing.“You always get this quiet when we’re alone,” Raven teased, glancing at him sideways. “Trying to behave?”He didn’t look at her, just smirked, his hand tightening slightly. “Trying not to pull over and fuck you against a tree, actually.”Her lips curled into a slow smile. “Is that right?”Damien’s hand stilled, then moved away entirely, returning to the wheel.Raven raised a brow. “Backing off already? That’s not lik

Later that evening, Raven and Damien entered the wedding hall, the grand space bathed in warm, golden light. The scent of fresh flowers filled the air, and the tables were adorned with elegant centerpieces that glittered under the soft glow of chandeliers. "Wow, it’s so beautiful," Raven said, her eyes wide as she took in the stunning decor.Damien smiled, his gaze sweeping over the scene. "It is. And I’m glad Dominic is finally settling down. He needs someone calm like Miranda to balance him out."Raven nodded, her eyes shifting to Dominic, who stood near the front with a calm but content expression. "Oh, I agree. He’s seemed so at peace these past few months. It’s good for him," she said with a soft smile.They made their way toward Dominic, and Damien stood next to him, a proud look on his face as they watched Miranda walk down the aisle. Raven stood beside them just as Miranda reached the front. A smile tugged at her lips when she saw Jasper and Cora walking with Miranda, the two

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over Damien’s beautifully decorated home. Guests milled about, laughing and enjoying the gourmet hors d'oeuvres that were artfully arranged on silver platters. The atmosphere was filled with excitement and relief, marking a new chapter for Seraphina, Rachel, and their families.As the doorbell rang, Mrs. B and Emma arrived, both looking stunning in their evening attire. Mrs. B wore a flowing, deep emerald gown that complemented her graceful demeanor, while Emma opted for a chic navy dress that highlighted her youthful charm. They stepped inside, their expressions a mix of nervousness and determination.“Seraphina, we need to talk,” Mrs. B began, her voice steady but warm.“Of course,” Seraphina replied, her heart racing slightly. She led them to a quieter corner of the living room, where the laughter and chatter faded into a comforting hum.“First, I want to apologize,” Mrs. B said, her eyes sincere. “For believing you were inv

The room was thick with tension after Damien had pulled Seraphina back. Seraphina stood there, breathing heavily, staring at her sister, feeling the weight of everything Amanda had done. The police were already preparing to step in and arrest Amanda when a new voice broke the silence.“Wait,” a shaky voice said from the doorway.Everyone turned to see one of the house security guards stepping forward, his face pale and his hands trembling. He hesitated, glancing nervously between Amanda and the others.“I... I have to confess something,” the guard said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t keep this secret anymore.”Seraphina and Damien exchanged confused glances as the guard took a deep breath and continued. “The day Mrs. B’s necklace was found in Seraphina’s wardrobe... that wasn’t an accident. Amanda... she made me do it.”He looked at Seraphina, guilt written all over his face. “She promised me a payout if I tampered with the CCTV footage so no one would see her plant the nec

Amanda’s hands shook as she fumbled through Damien’s bedroom, frantically pulling open drawers and searching for anything that could help her escape. She already had the briefcase of dollars on the bed, its contents scattered across the comforter, but it wasn’t enough. “I need to get out of here. Now.”Her heart pounded in her chest as her mind raced. Everything was crumbling, and she could feel the walls closing in. Victor hadn’t called—something must’ve gone wrong. He had promised to take care of Rachel, to get rid of the problem once and for all, but now her gut told her something was terribly off.Amanda zipped the briefcase shut, stuffing a handful of loose bills into her coat pocket. She glanced around the room, her breath quickening. “What am I missing?” She couldn’t afford to stay another second. She had to disappear, start fresh somewhere new, far from this mess. With Damien’s money, she could disappear for good.She was just about to lift the heavy briefcase off the bed when

“Stop right there!” Damien shouted, his voice echoing through the large, empty space.Victor spun around, caught off guard. His expression shifted from surprise to fury as he realized they had found him. “What the hell are you doing here?” he spat, taking a step back, his eyes darting between Seraphina and the others.“Get away from her!” Seraphina yelled, her heart racing as adrenaline surged through her veins.Rachel’s eyes widened in relief upon seeing her friends, but the terror of her situation was still palpable. “Seraphina, be careful!” she cried, struggling against her restraints.Before they could react, Victor pulled a gun from his waistband, pointing it at them. “Get back! You think you can just barge in here?” he shouted, his voice filled with anger and desperation.“Victor, put the weapon down!” Damien urged, his eyes locked on the gun.“Worse? It already is!” Victor growled, his finger hovering dangerously close to the trigger. The tension in the air was electric, and Se

“Let’s focus on the moments right after the black car left the area,” Damien said, pointing at the screen. He adjusted his glasses, his expression serious. “We need to see where it went.”The team nodded, their eyes glued to the screens as they rewound the footage. After several minutes of scrutinizing the images, one of the investigators leaned forward, excitement in his voice. “Look! There it is!” He pointed to the black car reappearing on a different camera feed, making a left turn a few blocks away from Rachel’s house.“Let’s track that route,” Damien instructed, watching closely as they followed the car’s movements through the city. They watched as the black car sped along deserted streets, its path becoming clearer with each passing moment.“Alright, it’s heading toward the industrial area,” another investigator noted, pulling up a map on the screen. “There are several abandoned warehouses along that route.”Seraphina stood to the side, her heart racing as she listened to the fi

Back at Damien’s Office, Damien had been working nonstop, determined to find Rachel, but they needed a breakthrough soon. Seraphina stood by his side, her eyes locked on the screen, anxiety gnawing at her every second that passed without a clue.“Let’s start near Rachel’s house,” Damien instructed, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. “That’s where she was last seen. We need to see if anything unusual happened around that time.”The team nodded, quickly rewinding the footage and pulling up views from the cameras positioned around Rachel’s neighborhood. They fast-forwarded through the images until one of the investigators suddenly stopped the feed.“There!” he said, pointing at the screen. The monitor displayed a black car parked a few houses down from Rachel’s, idling for several minutes. The timestamp matched the time Rachel would have left her home.“Get the license plate,” Damien urged, leaning in closer. They zoomed in on the car, capturing the license plate number cle

Aria’s POVIt had been three weeks since the rooftop.Three weeks since my voice cracked while I told the only man I’d ever loved that I wanted nothing to do with him again. Three weeks since I’d broken down in front of him, let every word I’d bottled up pour out of me like acid, burning both of us in the process.Three weeks since I finally admitted that I loved him, and that his love destroyed me.Some days, I wondered how I got through it.Other days, I didn’t wonder. I knew. I’d taught myself not to feel.I kept repeating the same words to myself like a mantra: He said he used you to pass time. He made a fool out of you. He broke you, and then he moved on like it was nothing.The more I thought about it, the more real it became. And that was the only way I could keep going.Some nights, I lay awake and wondered how I didn’t crumble the moment I walked away. I should have. I wanted to. But something inside me, maybe the last piece of pride I had left, kept me upright.I told my bro

ARIA’S POVI needed air. Space. Sanity. Something.The second I stormed out of that office, I didn’t stop walking. I just kept going. Past the hallway, past the fake smiles and curious stares, until I hit the rooftop door and shoved it open.Cold wind rushed against my skin like it knew I was seconds from losing it. I walked to the edge, gripped the metal railing, and let out a breath that trembled against the fury in my chest.What the hell was he doing here?Of all the damn places on earth. Colorado. My job. My world.And now he was standing there like a ghost that refused to stay buried.I heard footsteps behind me, and my stomach sank.“Ari…”Of course.I didn’t turn. “Don’t come near me.”“I just want to talk.”I turned then, slow, sharp. “You’ve done enough talking, Gabriel. You did all your talking with that divorce paper.”He flinched, just slightly, but I didn’t stop.“You made me leave, without a word. No explanation. Nothing. And now what? You show up here, what? You buy th

Aria’s POVSofia leaned in, her voice just above a whisper. “I mean… I can’t speak on that. But apparently, the new CEO is holding private meetings with all the department heads today before he meets everyone officially. There’s no official memo or calendar update, but people are talking.”I blinked, a sudden unease crawling up my spine. “Talking how?”She tapped her phone. “From what I heard, he’s already met with Marketing and Sales. PR is in there now. Editorial is next.”“What?” I froze.Editorial. That’s my department.How am I just hearing about this now? Why didn’t I get any sort of information?I forced a smile, mumbled a quick thank-you, and nodded before heading to my desk. My chest was heavy with nerves. I really hoped I wouldn’t have to start from scratch again. I’d just begun to find my rhythm here. It finally felt like I was getting a foothold—finally stepping into the future I’d envisioned for myself. Event planning wasn’t just a job to me; it was my second chance. A wa

Aria's POVWe’d been sitting here for a while now, settled into our booth, chatting like it was just any other evening. Dylan was easy to talk to, surprisingly so. Maybe I’d been wrong about him. He wasn’t exactly my type, but he wasn’t a bad guy. Actually, he had a way of making me laugh without trying too hard. Maybe that was a nice change.I couldn’t help but smile as he raised an eyebrow at the wine list. “How do you choose between something like this and something more... adventurous?” He gave me a teasing look, like he knew what I was thinking.“Well, you have to be in the mood for it,” I replied, leaning back in the booth, still looking at my menu. “But sometimes, it’s about taking a risk. You know?”He chuckled, the sound warm and easy. “Taking risks, huh? Yeah, I can get behind that. I’ve had my share of those.” He shrugged casually, almost nonchalantly. “Started my own company with almost no money. Almost lost it all, but it worked out. Sometimes you just have to take the le

Gabriel’s POV“Make sure they have the revised proposal by tomorrow morning,” I said, my voice firm as I scanned the papers in front of me, focusing on the numbers that would determine the next phase.Jonathan didn’t need reminding. He was already typing on his laptop, his eyes fixed on the screen, furiously going through the details. “Already on it. They’ll have it. Anything else before we call it a day?”I leaned back, dragging a hand through my hair, and checked my pocket watch. Her pretty face stared back at me through the glass, and it took me a moment to remember why I’d pulled it out in the first place, but my gaze quickly shifted to the time: past 8 p.m. I’d been at this for hours, but the job wasn’t done yet. There was no ‘normal’ workday when you were closing deals that would change the face of a city.I hadn’t wanted to be in DC. To be honest, I hadn’t wanted to be anywhere but in the comfort of familiar things, and by familiar things, I mean being in Colorado right now. Bu

Aria’s POV"Ugh, I swear," Jenna groaned, tugging her hair into a messy bun on screen. "If one more designer tries to sell me a ‘reinvention of classic minimalism’ that’s just a white shirt with a pocket, I’m quitting.""You’ve said that three times this year," Liv teased, propped up against a stack of pillows in what looked like a dreamy Airbnb. “Also, that white shirt is probably $700.”"Don’t remind me," Jenna rolled her eyes. “God forbid minimalism be affordable.”Nicole gave a small laugh as she scrolled through something on her iPad. “Meanwhile, I had to convince a luxury skincare brand today that launching a ‘gritty street-style’ campaign with models in couture was not... the vibe.”Liv made a face. "What does that even mean?"“Exactly,” Nicole said. “I think they just throw buzzwords into a blender and hope for the best.”I smiled quietly, watching them talk. I didn’t say much at first; I just listened. It had been a while since we were all on a call like this together, and so