Novels by Ameerah ZB

Alina's POV A lump.There was a lump in my throat.More than that, there was a fast spreading ache in my heart. He was gone. Dead.Gone forever. I stared at the text. Read it over and over again. Maybe she meant something else. Will she send an explanation? I wondered. I wanted to text her questions, asking if she was mistaken. If she had an explanation to their¹ text. Begging her to tell me it was a lie. But I remembered, she's the one who lost her father, not me. I am just a stranger. [I am so sorry, Aria.] I texted back, then placed the phone on my chest, and closed my eyes shut to fight back tears. “Mommy, what's wrong?” Clover's tiny voice brought me back to reality. “Nothing.” I was choking on tears. Thankfully, by the time we got home, Grace was already waiting for us downstairs. Sad I had to leave Clover with her babysitter, but I had a lot on my plate. I hopped back into the taxi and gave the hospital's address. Then, I finally let my tears flow. My mind was

-ALINA'S POV.Dragged. I dragged my feet upstairs to our cozy apatment. Clover was asleep and so was her babysitter, Grace. I let them sleep in the room, and buried myself in the living room sofa. There, I let it all out. I cried my pain out, cried the pain of seeing my family so devastated. Of seeing my mom in so much pain. I hate it. I hate that I still loved them. I remember when I started a new life as Liana. I never thought I would miss them even for a second. I belived I hated them for all they have done, that they meant nothing. but now, right here, I knew I was still the same old Alina. It did not matter that I changed my hair and face. I still had the heart of the girl that loved her family like crazy. And I doubt that would ever change. I woke up the next morning with swollen face from all the crying. After a whole hour of dipping my face in ice cold water, I gave up and accepted my fate of going out with the face like that. I dropped Clover at school and then went st

Edrick's POVShe was still trembling.And no, I do not mean Aria whose father was in the ICU.I meant Liana, the lady who was hearing of Aria's family for the first time in her life.Was she just an empath? But how deep can empathy run? She looked completely worked up. At the hall ways while we waited for Aria and Mrs. Dawson, she looked as if she was forcing herself to stay put. As if she was fighting not to race into the ICU.And now, as we drove back home, she has her palms between her legs to stop them from shaking. Her face, pale. Everything seemed wrong with her. She looked even more worried than Aria.Why?Why was she so bothered."It's oaky, he will be fine." I said as we made a turn to Liana's street. At this point, I didn't even know who I was consoling. It seemed they both needed it."Thank you for tonight Liana," Aria said, when we parked in front of the big apartment building."That's what friends are for." Liana practically forced the words out before stepping out.As we

ALINA'S POVEveryone paused their panics and gave me strange looks. I knew I shouldn't have said I wanted to come too. But I could not help myself."I mean, I feel like, Aria is so devastated and would need support." I hoped my excuse sounded right and not stupid. ''Oh, Liana, you don't have to stress yourself." Aria reached out to tap my shoulder. "I insist. And I can just go home from there." "Alright then, can we stop the time wasting now?" I could not tell if Edrick was suspicious or just pissed as he chirped in. Either way, It did not matter at the moment. We hopped into the car and drove silently to the hosopital. I tried my best to not panic or act out of place. I neded to act normal. All my resolve broke when we got to the hallway and stumbled across mom. Hair disheveled and tears streaming down her cheeks. I haven't seen this woman in almost seven years, and now that I see her, I did not know what to feel. "Mom," Aria ran to hug her while I stood aside. Why was I fee

ALINA'S POVI stood by the sink and washed my face for the tenth time. I did not care that all my make up was now smudgy and ugly. I just wanted to wash the anxiety away.From being sad for Grandma Vale to being scared she was about to reveal my identity. "Saying trash again." That was what Aria had said. The woman says things, but why did it have to be so accurate with me? A few minutes passed and I realized it would start looking odd if I don't go back to the table. So, I washed my face one last time, clearing the remaining make up.As I walked towards the dining area, my minfd was fixed on getting a suitable excuse to get out of this dinner without raising suspicion. I was so lost in my thoughts I did not notice when I bumped into someone. Hard and strong. I did not need to look up to know it was Edrick. I waited for him to call me clumsy as usual. But instead, he asked. "What are you doing here?" I raised a brow. "Came for dinner. Can't you see?"His eyes raked over my bo

Alina's POVI was starting to regret my decision. Hell, I regretted it the moment I stepped out of the fashion house three days ago. After I told Aria we can be friends. I am not sure what friendship means to her, judging from the type of person she is, it's probably something very dark. But now, as I stared at my phone ringing with her caller ID boldly written on the screen. My regret started becoming curiousity, and a little bit of hope. May be it was not aa bad idea. "Hey Liana!" She squealed like a teen. "Aria, whats up." "Oh, nothing much! Just that, we havcen't met since tuesday. So, I was thinking , if you don't have plans tonight, you can join us for dinner at the Vale Mansion." Dinner, Vale Mansion. I haven't step foot in that building since the day Aria exposed me, called me a liar and made me the villian. How am I even tolerating this bitch? That's it, she deserves to be exposed. For all she had done to me. "I'll be there." I said. And I was there right on ti

She opened her eyes to the worried eyes of her mother and sister. Not just them, kneeling a bit too close to her, was Draven. Her ex husband. Her ex mate. The man who hurt her, who killed her babies and cheated on her. But as he leaned closer, she could see softness in his eyes. The softness he used to have for her in the past. “Why did you do it? I told you not to do it.” His hands cupped her chin. “You should have listened to me.”She moved back a bit. She wanted to spit at him. To tell him she was sick of listening to him. To tell him he was a monster, and she hated that she loved him. That now, as he stared at her with his olive green eyes, she could only wish they could fix it and be together. She wished he wasn’t so terrible. “Cat,” Blair squeezed her hands. There was nothing but pain but in her eyes. “What are they going to do to you?” she cried. “I’ll be fine, Blair.” She said. “That’s enough!” Veronica waked down the stage to where they were. Flared nostrils and all.

She did not give them time to think. “SCRATCH THAT!” She said again, this time loud and slow. “I Cat Bamford, Eldest daughter of the second strongest wolf bloodline in Vancouley hills, daughter of the Beta, and the great grant daughter of the fighters for our pack’s freedom. I hereby denounce Draven Vancouley as my mate and I demand divorce.”“You fool!” she heard her father’s voice followed by her mother’s sobs. But she wasn’t done. She plunged out her claws, whispered a short sorry to herself, then split the skin where her mate mark sat on her neck, cutting the mark in half. At the same time, she chanted, “Let the mate bond be broken, let Draven and Cat be broken from each other forever. On the grounds on infidelity and betrayal.” Murmurs, screams, boos, curses everything filled the hall. It was so noisy, but she could clearly differentiate her mother’s cries and her father’s yells. The noise become the least of her problems when a sharp pain attacks her neck. Then her heart.

The night was cold and dark. As she stepped out of the building, she kept looking back, hoping, maybe Draven would follow her. She didn’t want to believe their marriage was nothing. She didn’t want to believe their mate bond meant nothing. She didn’t want to believe he didn’t love. She didn’t want to believe he would harm her. Ever. But that was reality. She booked a ride back to her parent’s house. The door opened on her third knock. “Luna,” the maid bowed then let her in. “Cat?” her mother’s voiced echoed through the halls when she saw her. She didn’t want this attention. Not tonight at least. But she had no where else to go. “What is this? What is going on here? What are you doing here?” Her father, The almighty George Bamford fired at her. “Cat, what’s wrong, were you crying?” Her mother said as she inched closer. “What happened?” she questioned further. “Don’t tell me you lost another child!” her father fired. She hadn’t told her family about the current pregnancy. An

“Draven?” Her voice shook. Loud, desperate, broken. Both Draven and Alice stared at her. Blank, no emotion. As if she was the intruder. A if she hadn’t just walked in on her husband fucking her friend. “Cat,” Draven pulled his pants up, walking towards her. Her placed his arm on her shoulder. But she moved back instantly. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” She yelled. “Draven explain what is going on here,” her eyes were blood shot red, her fingers were trembling. She knew exactly what was going on. Fuck she saw it in 3D. But she hoped deep down, that there was an explanation. Anything, she would take anything. “Cat.” He called her so softly, she held her breath for a second. He’d explain. He’d apologize. They would get through this. She assured herself. But the little bit of guilt that was once all over his face was now washed and replaced with nothing but a dirty, wicked smile. “What did you expect, Cat? You can’t keep my heir in your womb. I was patient enough.” That was it, the broken hea

Cat stared at the blood dripping down her ankles. Her sobs increased with every flow.“No, no,” her body shook, she pressed her palms to her mouth, just so she wouldn’t lose it completely. She didn’t want the maids to hear their Luna crying. But she couldn’t help it. Her baby was gone. Yet again. Gone. Her sixth miscarriage in just two years of marriage. What would happen now? Will Alpha Draven finally get sick of her and get rid of her? Will he be tired of her constant miscarriages and finally find another woman to bear his heir? She didn’t want that. She couldn’t imagine a life without his love and care. Without his warm arms wrapping around her, soothing her, telling her it’s alright like he always does. The more she thought of it, the more she cried. “Pull yourself together Cat.” She took deep breaths, then summoned the courage to pull her stained dress and wash off every bit of blood on her body. Every bit of her baby. Her precious baby. By the time she left the bathroom