Novels by Ashabi

ALEXANDER. Annalise had my room cleaned every day. “I always ask the maid to do it out of guilt. I’m sorry I enabled him… Love, it blinded me.” She shook her head and I saw how she was trying hard to not to cry again. I had many questions for her but none of them seemed right for me to ask. She needed space and I was willing to give that to her. Today, Lans was coming over and he thinks we would be talking about the Alpha position. He assumes I was still interested in taking over the throne. But yes, I was. It wasn’t just my priority right now. Lena and the kids were. How do I win her back into my life? That, I needed to know. Just then, a car drove into the open parking space. And I thought that it was Lans. Quickly, I got to my feet with my tablet. Since Royce was missing, I have been handling the company affairs on my own. Poking my head out the window, I was shocked to see her stepping out of the Lexus car. It was Lena and Annalise. Lena did not look happy, she had a dee

LENA. It’s been three days since I got home and I was already tired of barely doing anything. So today I decided I was going to work with mommy. Isna always calls me mommy and now I am used to calling my mother ‘Mommy’ too. “What?” She turned over her shoulder watching me slurp my cereal. I was such a baby when it came to her. “No, you don't have to work. Your mother is rich. You are a nepo baby. I run a multi-million-dollar company and you already own more than 30% shares of the company. You wanna work again… why?” She turned to me suddenly, her gaze meeting mine. And I choked on my cereal. She rushed over, walking around the kitchen island with a glass of water. She pushed it to my lips, forcing me to swallow a couple of times. How the hell did I move from having no one to having a mother who cares so much about me? Geez. She slapped my chest a few times and only stopped after I stopped coughing. “Girl…. You'd better go back up there and sleep. By the time you get up, the k

ALEXANDER. Stepping into the pack house again, this time with a different mindset. I was going to claim back what belonged to me. I stepped in fully, walking up the stairs and heading for the rooms where Isaac lay. His pictures and those of his mate, Annalise and their child hung on the walls. A part of me wanted it to be mine, and Lena and the kids. That was only ever going to happen when she decides to accept me into her and the kids' lives. Just before stepping over to the first door I saw, the third one open up and Annalise stepped out. She froze when she saw me. “Is he in there?” I asked, stepping closer. “He is sick… don’t hurt him.” She spat, her eyes glued on me making me raise my brows. “The last time I checked, your mate made mine stab me in the back. I think it is well justified when I do the same.” I grabbed the door handle, pushing the door back instantly and before she could follow, I slammed the door, latching it shut. My eyes shifted to him, and there he was

LENA. “Wow, he sounds very strong,” I smirked, watching them hug the frame like it meant the whole world to them. Would they hold onto Alexander the same way though? I wondered. “You don't want to show me the picture?” I asked, smiling. “No… it is not that. Mommy may not like him. Mommy may send him away. And I want him to stay.” Isna whined. I chuckled, pulling her to me and Israel followed, still shielding the frame.“You really want him to be your daddy?” I asked, my heart sinking when she nodded. Was it out of desperation? I couldn't tell. I sighed, grabbing the frame from them this time. Who was this….?I froze immediately. My eyes went wide when I saw him. In the picture, he squatted, Israel and Isna sat on his lap and the principal held the golden trophy they had won. It was Alexander. It was their true father. I turned to mom but she had never seen Alexander, so she didn't know him. “I said it. Mommy doesn't like him. Mommy doesn't like him!” Isna cried, moving in

LENA. The drive back to the pack was long. I tried not to cry in the car, because Leilani was watching. As much as I knew she didn't understand what was going on and I was not ready to bombard her with information just yet. “The kids. They smell so good,” she said, speaking of Jenna’s children again. But I couldn't be bothered about that, not now. I was already second-guessing my decision. Perhaps I should have allowed Alexander to come with me to see the kids. “But he is hexed!” My subconscious screamed at me, reminding me why I had chosen not to. The kids needed a healthy father. I never had one. I suffered because of my father for years, I could still feel the pain of being bullied and hated. It was better for him to stay away. Soon, we arrived at Monica’s home. Leilani’s head whipped up with recognition. She jumped out of the car before I could stop her, heading for the front door. She banged on the door while I waited. The next second, Monica pushed the door back. She

ALEXANDER.Got back in my car after she sent me away. I was in the wrong. Right from the beginning, I wronged her so stepping away was healthier - for the both of us. But I wouldn't let her stop me from being with our children. I would do everything right by her. To be worthy of her and our kids. Damn, she was so sexy even in the turtle neck top and plain jeans. She still looked breathtaking making such basic piece look like high fashion. I pulled over in Jenna’s house, she needed to answer some questions. Her brother was my best friend. Daniel and I used to be so close until some incident occurred between us. I remembered Jenna used to have a crush on me. She would bring me her snacks back then in highschool but I knew I couldn't be with her, she was human and her brother was my best friend. It was so weird gaining all of my memories and realising she somehow became my wife. The last thing I remembered was Lena stabbing me in the back. Now I was a husband and a father to two

ERMA PRESCOTT. It's been barely four weeks since I left Falls City, after Grandpa Kels death. I didn't even get the time to bury him. I couldn't wait for a second. The write-up had told me to run. I knew he had a son. I have been trying to get through to him but it has been impossible since the duo was not on good terms - something about a woman named Beatrice. Oak City was quiet. I got a job in a restaurant and was able to stay in the kitchen too. Today, I was in the hospital, which my boss forced me to attend. He said I was pale so he paid the hospital from my paycheck. Now I was waiting for my result. “Pregnant?!” I read the paper, and the word ‘positive’ suddenly looked like double edge sword pointing at my face. I raised my head and the doctor was smiling while dread filled me. No. No. Goodness, I forgot to take the morning-after pills. Damn it! Now I was carrying Herth Lockwood’s children. It didn't feel wrong. And I wonder why it didn't feel wrong. Scared... Yes but w

HERTH LOCKWOOD. Gideon knelt in front of Sophia, attending to her wound, helping her clean it off while I watched. Sometimes it seemed Gideon loved Sophia even more than I, her father. “Sophia, why didn’t you tell us about being bullied. For years, you’ve been bullied by her and you said nothing?” Gideon scolded, a deep frown etched on his face. Tears filled her blue eyes, just like Gideon’s - one of the reasons I assume he cares a lot about her. “She is an orphan so I just thought that it was frustration. She has been bullying me since kindergarten, calling me names and dragging my hair. You saw her right? You saw what she did to me? I blame myself for being so kind-hearted and trying to understand everyone.” Tears rolled down her cheeks and her body trembled lightly. Gideon pulled her closer, wrapping her hands around her while she sobbed in his chest. I looked away. “She is barely twenty-two and she managed to seduce you, Herth. She is bad news.” Gideon shook his head and th

ERMA PRESCOTT. The orange glow of the cigarette tip sank into my arm and a agonizing scream escaped my lips as pain shot through me. “Stop, please,” I begged, writhing in discomfort. Sophia held me in place, her minions laughed behind her, mocking me for my weakness.“I am your queen, you bitch!” She rammed it deeper into my skin and this time I didn't feel pain, rather I felt upset. YOU ARE NOT QUEEN, I AM!A voice in my head popped in, and the next second, I reached out and grabbed Sophia’s arm, stopping her. I was shocked that I did, because Sophia was always strong. “Bitch!” She called, anger morphing her face but I was angrier- the voice was angrier. I did not know what came over me when I grabbed her neck. Gasps filled the air but I did not care. I rose to my feet, smirking when her angry face morphed into agony. It felt like I was not controlling myself. I pushed forward, shoving her into her SuVI grabbed her wrist, her bone creaking under my grip and she cried. “Aggg

HERTH LOCKWOOD: “Okay, your story sounds like a damn lie, Herth.” Gideon chuckled, looking away. “You’ve had too much of that vintage bourbon. You are seeing ghosts.” I didn't blink. I sat behind my desk, my hands clasped on my chest. I knew how it sounded. I knew the history. But the fire currently burning in my veins wasn't the alcohol. It was her.“The Genesis wolves are extinct, Herth. They have been gone for two centuries,” Gideon uttered refusing to see logic in what I had said. “Their disappearance was the Moon Goddess’s final judgment. She is done with us. She is letting us fade into humans. You know the law of the Nuart, we are products of science now and Alpha genes, not spirit. Not some goddess.” I stood up, my movement slow when I reached for my collar, unbuttoning the top three studs and tilting my head to the side for him to see. “Look at it, Gideon. Truly look at the mark she had given me,” I commanded and he turned to me, shaking his head. He stepped forward, h

EMMA PRESCOTT. No one warned me that a petty act of revenge against Sophia Lockwood would cost me my entire life. Hello, my name was Emma Prescott and this was the story of my life. Monday came and I was so excited. Today, the download of the video was going to be complete. Today, I would finally stop being bullied by Sophia Lockwood. I hid from everyone, standing under a tree. My bag sat on my shoulder, my fingers on the screen of my phone. The video and finished downloading. Excitement sprang through me. Finally, Sophia would have no choice but to leave me alone now. Although I had lost my first time to Herth Lockwood, the weight of being bullied was heavier. I clicked on my screen and the video unfolded before my eyes. The next second, the smile that spread on my face turned to awe. What? I choked. The adrenaline I felt disappeared, replaced by stress within seconds. My eyes kept going wide as the video played out in front of me. I stood rooted to the floor, my sen