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

LAUREN'S POV Today felt like a crushing, endless failure. The whole day had slipped through our fingers and with it any hope of finding Aria. Ethan was nowhere to be found. Aria was nowhere. I lay flat across the backseat of the car as if it were my bed, the leather cool beneath my cheek. The tears I had been holding so tightly all day began to leak out anyway, slow and relentless. There was nothing I could do to stop it. The pain sat in my chest like a weight I hadn’t felt since Elena died. That grief had been a raw, jagged thing — a bright, unbearable wound and today that old ache came back, ugly and familiar. Only now it was mixed with a fear so sharp I could hardly breathe, what if Aria wasn’t alive? The thought looped through my mind, relentless. He could have taken her somewhere and killed her, then disappeared. The silence of the last few hours did nothing to soothe that fear; if Ethan wanted to get back at me, I expected a call by now, a ransom demand, a taunt, anything. Ins

ETHAN'S POV I walked downstairs toward the living room where Sophia was already seated, the afternoon light slicing through the curtains and casting long, thin shadows across the rug. The house hummed with the ordinary sounds of a home kept clean for appearances — the soft tick of a clock on the mantel, the distant murmur of a television left on in another room. I took a seat next to her with a small, satisfied sigh and let the moment sit between us, heavy and deliberate. “Today is quite a day,” I said, letting the words roll out slowly and controlled. “A good one for us. I never expected us to get that little brat so easy.” Sophia’s expression was composed but there was a glint of suppressed excitement in her eyes. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind an ear and smiled in that way she used to when she wanted me to see the cunning behind her calm. “Neither did I,” she said. “To be honest, I was considering finding another way. I didn’t think you’d go get her yourself. I thought

ETHAN'S POV “Where’s my mummy?” the little voice asked, fragile and innocent, and for a moment I let the sound sit in the room. I looked down at her, at the tiny face that carried more of Lauren than any headline ever could and I felt nothing but a curious distance. She looked like Lauren, yes. The curl of her lip when she frowned, the way she blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling above her bed. But there was no mirror of me in her features, and that fact steadied something dark inside me. “Keep quiet,” I said, flatly, and guided her to the small bedroom we’d arranged for her. This was to be temporary, I reminded myself: a holding place until Sophia and I decided the next step. I set her down on the bed and started to turn away. She jumped up as if sensing an opening and sprinted from the room. I moved faster. Caught her by the arm and dragged her back, the motion abrupt enough to make her little legs wobble. “If you do that again, bad things are going to happen to you,” I said, lettin

LAUREN'S POV “Was this a bad idea?” I asked, my voice steady even though my hands were doing everything but steady. I kept my focus on the road, the white lines blurring beneath the low glow of the dashboard as the car cut through the late afternoon traffic. “Was what a bad idea?” Roman asked, his gaze flicking toward me out of the corner of his eye. “This whole… decorations and throwing Aria a party,” I said, the words coming out in a rush. Saying them felt like scraping at an open wound. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel. “I feel like we shouldn’t have left her alone. I shouldn’t have left her today, even if it was for a good reason. If I’d been there… maybe he wouldn’t have gotten away with this.” Roman’s response was immediate, pragmatic. “If you’d been there, you would probably be hurt too. You and Tessa might have fought, but I know that man’s not one to back down. He’s dangerous in ways you don’t understand. I’m glad you weren’t there.” “No,” I said more harsh

LAUREN'S POV Holding a glass of water and a pack of ice in my hands, I walked back into the living room, my chest feeling tight from everything that had happened. The house was too painfully quiet for a place that used to be filled with Aria’s laughter. Each step I took sounded heavy, echoing faintly off the walls as if reminding me how empty the house suddenly felt. Tessa was sitting on the couch, looking pale and exhausted. Her hair was a little disheveled, her blouse slightly wrinkled, and a thin line of dried blood trailed down the side of her temple. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I handed her the ice pack. “Here,” I said softly, lowering myself into the armchair across from her. “Hold this against your head. It’ll help.” She gave a faint nod and pressed the icepack to her injury, wincing slightly from the sting of the cold. I placed the glass of water on the table beside her and waited. I didn’t want to rush her, but every second that passed without her speaking ma

LAUREN'S POV Roman finally laid Tessa down on the couch, carefully resting her head on a small pillow he grabbed from the side. I stood a few feet away, pacing back and forth, unable to sit still. My palms were clammy, my heartbeat so loud that it almost drowned out every other sound in the room. My mind was in complete chaos, every possible scenario spinning around in my head — each one worse than the last. Aria was gone. I had already tried calling 911, my voice shaking so hard that the operator had to ask me to repeat myself twice. But their response was the same useless line, they said I had to come to the station to write a report, describe what I think might have happened to her and provide a description of Aria or a photo of her, and that alone could take almost all day, what mother out there could calmly waste that much time while her five-year-old daughter was out there possibly scared, hurt, or worse. I knew what had happened. Someone had taken her. I didn’t need evidenc

ANNA’S POVI was so heartbroken and needed someone to talk to. I’d tried calling Clara before, but her number hadn’t gone through. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and pulled my phone from my dress pocket to dial her number again. It rang once… twice… three times, but she didn’t pick up.It was like the day couldn't get any worse, it started raining.The rain fell so hard it felt like the sky itself was angry at me. I sat on the cold concrete outside my parents’ house, drenched from head to toe, shivering as the water soaked through my thin dress. The drops mixed with the tears on my face until I couldn’t tell which was which anymore.Everything inside me felt hollow.James had betrayed me. Melissa had betrayed me too. My mother had thrown me out of the house. Even my younger sister was happy about my misfortune.I stared at my phone again through the rain, the screen blurry beneath the droplets. Maybe James would pick up. Maybe he’d still care enough to answer, maybe it was

ANNA’S POVMy heart sank as if a stone had dropped into my stomach. I had hidden that slip deep inside a box at the back of my storage room. I thought no one would ever find it. I wasn’t ready to tell anyone.So how had she found it?I had even managed to forget, at least for a little while, that something was growing inside me.I had gone to the hospital two days ago because I was feeling sick, and I walked out with the news that I was four weeks pregnant. That was supposed to be my secret. The one I wanted to share with James when he finally proposed. But now here I was, cornered, exposed, standing alone with my mother’s fury crashing down on me.“You dare ask me what you did?” she shouted, her chest rising and falling. “This is what you’ve been doing with your life? After everything I sacrificed for you, after all the money I spent raising you, you repay me by spreading your legs and getting pregnant like a common street girl? If Bella hadn’t found this, was this how you’d have kep

ANNA’S POVI stood there frozen, my mouth open, tears sliding down my face before I could stop them. My chest felt like it had been ripped apart. My fingers went numb, my bag slipping from my hand to the floor.For a moment, I could not breathe. My heart pounded painfully in my ears.My boyfriend was kneeling, proposing to another woman, not just any woman, my best friend once upon a time.The same person who held me when James and I fought, who came to my apartment at midnight with ice cream and encouraged me not to give up on James. The same woman who laughed with me, shared secrets with me and I even took as my own sister.. Melissa.I wanted to scream James’ name, to ask him why, to remind him of the nights we stayed awake working, of the promises he whispered to me in the dark, of the dreams we built together.But my voice was gone. The crowd erupted in cheers. His mother clapped, smiling proudly. Cameras flashed. People screamed in excitement.And me?No! I couldn’t take it."

ANNA’S POV"Anna, where are you? Have you heard the news?” Clara's voice came through the phone, bright and full of excitement. I pressed the phone closer to my ear, frowning. Clara was my colleague from the pharmaceutical company where I work, and she only called me when something big happened. “What news?” I asked, wiping my hands quickly on my apron. The smell of butter and sugar still lingered on my fingers. It was one of my off days from work at Greenleaf Pharmaceutical, so I was standing by my small roadside cake stand watching cars zoom past, hoping someone would stop to buy something before the cakes got cold. “James just got promoted and was awarded a huge sum of money!” Clara almost screamed. “I heard it was because of the new drug formula he submitted, it got approved by Davenport Group and the company is holding a promotion ceremony for him.” For a moment, I froze, my heart thumping so loud it drowned out the sound of traffic. My throat went dry. The drug. I swa

AVA'S POV The morning came quicker than I expected. I barely slept, but I was already awake before the sun even rose. My suitcase stood by the door, zipped and ready, but my heart felt heavier than the bag itself. Packing had been easy compared to this — the leaving. I kept staring around my room like it was the last time I’d see it, even though deep down I knew I’d be back. Still, something about walking away now felt different. Final in a way. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. I didn’t need to ask who it was. Sally always knocked in that playful, impatient rhythm, like she was saying, 'hurry up before I drag you out myself.' When I opened the door, there she was, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, her car keys dangling in her hand. “Ready?” she asked with a smile that didn’t quite hide the sadness in her eyes. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I whispered. She stepped in, scanning the suitcase by the door. “Good. Let’s head out before you miss your flight.” I gave her

AVA’S POVBy the time the clock inched close to six, I was already restless. My hands wouldn’t stay still. I kept moving papers from one pile to another, straightening edges that didn’t even need straightening. I wasn’t doing any real work anymore. My mind was somewhere else, counting the minutes until I could leave. My body had learned the new rhythm — don’t stay late, don’t risk it. A knock came, sharp but familiar, and before I even looked up, Sally pushed the door open. “Are you ready to leave?” she asked, leaning against the frame like she owned the place. I slid the last file into the cabinet and gave a small smile. “Almost.” Her arms crossed, her eyes narrowing playfully. “You know I’m not leaving without you. Don’t even try to argue.” A chuckle escaped me, soft but real. “I wasn’t going to argue. Not tonight.” It had become routine since the attack. Since that night Laura's dog sent me tumbling down a flight of stairs, leaving me unconscious, even though they'd been caug

AVA’S POV Fainting in Jason’s arms had been my wake-up call. I couldn’t keep pretending I was invincible, not when my own body was clearly betraying me. Sitting behind my desk now, staring at the half-finished report glowing on my screen, I knew this was it. Today would be my last day here. Tomorrow, I was leaving — not for a deal, not for a project, but for myself. For rest. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, moving in sluggish bursts, each click sounding louder than it should. The words blurred, my thoughts scattered. It was as though my body no longer belonged to me, as if it were a stranger I was dragging along against its will. The doctor’s warning still echoed, sharp and unrelenting, like it had carved itself into my bones. If you keep pushing like this, Ava, your body will give up. That single sentence haunted me every time I tried to convince myself I was fine. I wasn’t fine. I had fainted more than twice in the span of weeks. My body had been screaming at me to stop, a

AVA’S POV *A MONTH LATER* The sound of my doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts. I already knew who it was. Alex had called earlier, saying he would be coming this morning. I quickly called Rosa to bring Emma and Mason downstairs, then walked toward the door. But when I opened it, it wasn’t just Alex. Standing beside him was Cindy. My brows rose slightly. “Cindy? I didn’t know you were coming too.” She gave me a warm smile, her hands clasped together in front of her like she wasn't sure how I would take it. “I hope it’s okay. I wanted to see you.” “Of course,” I replied politely, though deep inside, I wondered what this was about. We all exchanged greetings, and I turned to Alex. “The kids’ bags are packed. Could you please help them upstairs to get everything down?” “Sure,” Alex said, giving Cindy’s shoulder a light squeeze before heading upstairs with Emma and Mason. That left just me and Cindy in the living room. The air was strangely quiet for a moment until she

AVA'S POV The morning of Laura’s court hearing came too fast. I had hardly slept the night before. My mind kept replaying every moment leading up to her arrest, the way she had been dragged out of the airport screaming. I wasn't there but the video trended on all social media platforms. I knew today was important, the day everything would finally be decided. But I wasn’t prepared to see Jason standing at my door when I opened it. I froze, my fingers still wrapped around the doorknob. “Jason?” I whispered, like maybe saying his name out loud would make sense of why he was here. He stood there dressed sharply in a tailored suit, his tie neatly knotted, his shoes polished to a shine. He looked calm, collected, almost like this wasn’t just another day in court but a business meeting he had been planning for weeks. My chest tightened at the sight. He always had this way of looking like he had it all together, while I felt like I was barely holding myself up. “Are you ready?” he ask

LAURA'S POV The silence in my hotel room was beginning to feel like a curse. I paced back and forth, my heels clicking against the cheap wooden floor, the sound filling the space like an echo of my nerves. My glasses were still on, though the lenses pressed uncomfortably against the bridge of my nose. I didn’t care. They made me feel less exposed, like I could hide behind them even in private. My phone lay on the bed, face up, taunting me with its black screen. Riper should have called by now. It had been days since his last message. Just four words: the job was done. No follow-up. No confirmation. No details. Normally, Riper disappeared after a job, but never like this. Silence was his language, but even silence had limits. This time, it stretched too long, like a thread about to snap. His number was unreachable, and that was what gnawed at me the most. I stopped pacing, gripping the back of the chair with white knuckles, and let my mind race. The news said Ava had fallen dow