Novels by Ammund

Leo claimed her mouth in a kiss that was rough and filled with longing, devouring her like a hungry wolf that had been starved for days. Amelia matched his intensity, intertwining her fingers in his hair while moaning between the kisses. His hands moved up her body, exploring every inch as if he had been waiting for this moment forever and had finally gotten the opportunity. She gasped when his fingers brushed her nipple, which was already hard and longing to be licked and devoured by his mouth. She could feel the hardness of his desire pressing against her, only intensifying her own need. “You drive me crazy Amelia Smith,” he murmured against her lips. “I miss you and I don’t want to hold back tonight. I want every part of you baby girl.” “Then don’t hold back,” she quickly replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’m all yours, claim me, Daddy.” Her words made his hormones rise even further. Without breaking the kiss, he hurriedly lifted her and carried her t

The next day, the news spread online that Sophia committed suicide by hanging herself in prison. It felt strange and heavy but for Amelia, it meant a bitter-sweet relief. She woke up with a slight headache, the sunlight streaming through the curtains. Last night memories flooded through her mind—Leo's warm embrace, his apology and reassurance, the soft kiss that stirred long-hidden feelings. Her cheeks warmed and the color turned a shade of pink. She reached out for Leo who was already awake, sitting against the headboard with a look of concern etched on his face. “Morning, beautiful,” he said softly, studying her face for any signs of distress. “Morning,” Amelia replied, blushing and rubbing her temples. “What happened last night? I remember bits and pieces.” That was a lie, she remembered every single detail but just wanted to play innocent. Leo smiled gently. “You had a little too much fun celebrating your aunt's recovery. But it was a good night for us.” Ame

A month later, Aunt Elsa’s condition had stabilized. The surgical wound had nearly healed, and all that was left was some aftercare. Once home, she could take her medication and recuperate slowly without needing further hospitalization. Early that morning, Amelia went to the hospital to handle Aunt Elsa’s discharge procedures. In the hospital room, Aunt Elsa was sitting on the bed, watching TV. Seeing Amelia come in, Aunt Elsa smiled and said, “You’re just in time. Come and see this.” She pointed to the TV. Curious, Amelia looked over and saw the news playing. A familiar face appeared on the screen, and the host’s flat, detached voice filled the room. “Recently, the sensational murder case has concluded. The primary culprit, Sophia Jones, has been found guilty of her crime." "Due to the severity and serial nature of the case, she has been sentenced to life imprisonment.” Amelia blinked rapidly, her thoughts swirling as she tried to process the news. Life imprisonm

That night, Aunt Elsa woke up. Blake checked on her and found her condition better than he had expected. Perhaps Amelia’s persistence had truly moved the heavens, as the cancer cells had cleared, and even the memory loss Blake had anticipated wasn’t present. It all seemed too good to be true. When Amelia heard the news, she was naturally overjoyed. Leo also heard about Elsa’s successful surgery. He didn’t say much, but that night, he quietly ordered the kitchen to prepare a few extra dishes, silently celebrating Elsa’s recovery. Amelia had agreed to marry Leo to secure Blake’s help for Aunt Elsa. Now that Aunt Elsa was nearly healed, Amelia realized her relationship with Leo was a temporary fix. She knew she had to find a way to completely cut ties with him. That night, Amelia decided to cook a few dishes herself. To prevent anyone from interrupting her plan, she sent the children out with Eleven for the night. Then, she dismissed the household staff Leo had hired for th

As Inspector Ralph led Sophia to the police station, her heart raced with a mix of fear and disbelief.Soon, they arrived, and one of the officers led her into the interrogation room and gestured towards a chair, "Miss Jones, please take a seat. Inspector Ralph will be here shortly."With that he left, leaving her all alone in the room. The cold, bare room did nothing to calm her racing heart it only made her heart beat faster with each passing second.The walls were painted a dull gray, and the only light was a flickering fluorescent bulb that buzzed overhead. The smell of cleaning products filled the air, making her even more anxious.She never imagined that one day she would end up in this kind of situation. She stood up to reduce the pacing of her heart and her trembling fingers.Soon, the door opened and Inspector Ralph walked in. Sophia sat down, trying to stay calm and composed. "What kind of nightmare is this?" She thought. "Can I wake up already?" She pinched herself and

She said in a calm voice, “You didn’t do anything wrong, and I don’t need your apology.” Once, those words had been what she wanted most, but now they meant nothing to her. The bitterness of the past clung to her like a heavy fog. She’d never considered forgiving him, so how could she accept it? After Amelia finished speaking, Leo felt a tightening in his chest. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration coursing through him as he processed the weight of her words. “Don’t say that. We were all kept in the dark before. Now that the truth is out, you know I didn’t do those things on purpose, right?” he said quickly, his voice rising slightly. Amelia sneered. “Yes, you didn’t do it on purpose, but can the pain I suffered over the years be forgotten? Leo, you didn’t personally send someone to kill us, but back then, you did divorce me because of Sophia, didn’t you?” “I can’t hate you, but I can never forgive you. We can’t pretend those years never happened. Neither you nor I c

AVA'S POV I was lying flat on the gravel, frozen. My heart slammed so hard in my chest I thought it might burst. My ears rang from the gunshot, the sound still echoing like a scream in my skull. I couldn’t lift my head and I couldn’t breathe. All I could think was: One of the kids. Oh God, one of the kids. Please no. My fingers clawed into the dirt beneath me. My whole body felt heavy and stiff, like I was stuck in cement. My chest was so tight, like someone was sitting on it. My lips parted, but no sound came out. Then I heard a little voice. “Aunt Ava!” Emma’s voice echoed in my ears, She was crying, her voice shaky but loud. “Ms. Ava!” Mason too called out my name, his voice was weak and hoarse. They were alive. My eyes snapped open. I gasped like I’d been underwater for too long, and I jolted up so fast I scraped my palms on the gravel. Dirt clung to my hands, but I didn’t care. I turned my head, eyes darting everywhere. Julian was the one who fell. The blood wa

AVA'S POVThe cold air hit my face the second I stepped out of the car. The abandoned rail yard looked even worse in person. It was wide, empty, and dead quiet. Rusted metal scraps were scattered everywhere, and the wind whistled through the broken windows of old storage buildings nearby. My boots crunched softly against the gravel as I walked with Officer Michael beside me. I could feel my heart pounding inside my chest. “Snipers are already in position,” Michael whispered as we walked slowly toward the center of the yard. “We’ve got officers behind those containers, and more on the rooftops. You’re wired. We’ll hear everything.” I nodded, my throat dry. “If anything goes wrong,” he added gently, “say the code word. Say ‘sunflower.’ Got it?” “Sunflower,” I whispered back, my lips trembling. He gave me a firm look. “You don’t have to be a hero, Ava. Just get the kids. We’ll handle the rest.” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My mouth felt like it had turned to sand. I rubbed

AVA'S POV I didn’t sleep at all, all through the night. My eyes burned from crying, but the worst part wasn’t even the tears. It was the way my brain wouldn’t stop. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her again – Emma. Sitting on that cold basement floor, her cheeks stained with dried tears, whispering that she wanted to come home. That image kept playing over and over in my head like a nightmare I couldn’t escape from. By the time the sun started to rise, I was still awake. Still sitting by the window. I wasn’t even sure how long I’d been there. Hours, maybe. Time didn’t feel real anymore. My whole body was tired, but there was no rest in me. No peace. Just pain and worry and fear pressing down on me so hard I could barely breathe. I didn’t know how much longer I could keep going like this… but I had no choice. I had to be strong. For Emma and Mason. They were counting on me. When Sally came into my room, I didn’t even say a word. I just stood up slowly and started getting dresse

AVA'S POVIt was getting dark. The flashing lights from the police cars were starting to fade as officers packed up. The air felt heavier than before. Like the weight of everything we’d gone through was finally pressing down on all of us. Officer Michael cleared his throat and looked around at everyone. His face was tired too. “We should call it a night,” he said quietly. “Let’s meet again tomorrow at Ava’s place. We’ll go over a proper plan then and know how to rescue the kids and at the same time arrest Julian." I couldn’t even bring myself to answer. I just nodded slowly. My arms stayed crossed tight over my chest like they were the only thing holding me together. The kids were still missing. And Julian… his voice still echoed in my head. That terrible voice, asking for two hundred million dollars like it was some regular favor. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. But my body was too numb to do either. We all started heading toward our cars. My legs moved, but they didn’t fee

AVA'S POVAlex gently helped me stand up as the officers surrounded Jason’s body. I didn’t even realize my knees had gone weak. Everything felt heavy, my chest, my legs, my heart. I stood there frozen, watching them lift Jason carefully off the ground. One of them knelt beside him, checking his pulse, while another looked around and shouted, “Get something to support his head!”An officer ran to the corner of the garage and grabbed a folded tarp from a shelf. It was dusty but better than nothing. They carefully slid it under Jason’s head as they prepared to lift him. I stood there, useless. My arms hugged my chest tightly. I couldn’t stop crying, but the tears were silent now. Guilt clawed at me like a monster inside. This is my fault. All of this is my fault. If I had listened to Sally and told Alex about Julian when he first came back… or warned Jason… maybe the kids wouldn’t be gone. Maybe Jason wouldn’t be lying there with blood on his head. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, but no o

AVA’S POV The moment Jason left, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The police kept moving around, talking to each other in low voices, but none of it mattered to me. I kept staring at the door, waiting for him to come back. Hoping, praying he returns with the kids. My hand was still shaking as I pulled out my phone and tried calling Alex again. Still no answer. I tried again and again. “Come on, pick up,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please, Alex, just pick up.” Nothing. Straight to voicemail. Alex was their uncle — he needed to know what was going on. I only called Jason because Alex wasn’t answering, and I had to tell someone. In that moment, Jason was the only person I could think of. I wiped my tears and turned to Officer Mike. “I need your phone. Please.” He looked confused. “Ava?” “I need to call Alex Grey. He is the kid’s uncle. My phone isn’t going through,” I said quickly. “Please, just let me try from yours.” He handed it over without a word. My fin