Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

He is no man. I should have left him to fend for himself but it wasn’t worth risking the family name being spilled worldwide either. I still have a foot in the door to gain his trust fund anyways. The bigger picture always wins and my revenge is the sole focus. I want him to watch as he loses everything piece by piece. I’ll give it all away even, but Emily will never be his again. She is mine. My ambition to climb financially and have power over others has been my second skin, my armor- but now….. all I can think about is throwing it to the wolves.

Then he bolted for the gem once more, madness and ambition burning together as one bright, terrible star. The reckoning wasn’t over. Not even close.

Even if she was, Fate had to be playing a very funny game. “I doubt it, my lord.” Gwen said finally. “The person is far too weak.” The supreme lord laughed. “One can never know. Keep up the good work, Sandra. When you return, you will be rewarded greatly.” “Thank you, my lord.” The light vanished, and Sandra released the breath she had been holding. Truth be told, she was getting tired of this search for the abomination. But she knew that she had no choice but to continue if she wanted to get Tyron in the end. Tyron was her end goal. It would only serve her as a bonus when he finds the abomination, because then, he would be the heir of the Supreme lord. The thought of being the wife of the n

Walking through the hallway, I pushed the men's restroom open, catching sight of the man dabbing his hands with a wipe. “Missed me, daddy?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. “Don't test me,” He muttered, yet there was no irritation in his voice. Only warning. He turned around, his cold eyes resting onto me. I should have shivered and cowered away. After all, this man was feared throughout the city–the number one business tycoon that got whatever he wanted through any means. Yet, I trailed my painted nails from his chin to his Adam's apple, and down to his chest, teasing him.

The Ghost of Ambition AURORA Ambition never truly dies. It waits. Sometimes it hides beneath routine, beneath success, beneath the illusion of stability. Sometimes it disguises itself as contentment, whispering that you’ve already climbed far enough. But ambition is a ghost—you don’t see it until it moves through you, cold and unmistakable, reminding you that you were never built to stand still. I felt it the morning I turned down a promotion. The offer had been generous. Prestigious. The kind of role people whispered about in hallways and envied in silence. A larger office. Greater authority. A seat closer to the center of power.

I created a monster to ruin her. Now he’s ruining me. **** Helena spent her nights writing savage Alphas who dominated, punished, and shattered their women. One car crash later, she died, and woke up trapped in the body of Azalea, the pure 18-year-old princess she had written to be broken. Her fictional story became real as King Valdman Wolverton came for her. Scarred by years of torture, this ruthless werewolf king slaughtered Azalea’s entire family in front of her eyes and dragged her away in chains. He doesn’t want a quick death. He wants her to bleed for every sin her father committed; slowly, brutally, and completely. Helena feels every second of it: every painful lash and every cr

The man stood with slow grace, like he didn’t need speed to be dangerous. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said warmly, as if greeting an old friend. “You look tired.” Dax’s voice went low. “Hollow King.” The man’s smile widened, pleased. “That name survived.” He touched his throat mark with reverence. “They tried to erase me. They couldn’t even erase the rumor.” My breath shook. “Who are you?” He looked at me, and I felt his gaze like fingers sliding under my skin. “The first ashbound your covenants ever feared,” he said softly. “The one they caged and named a monster so the world would forget what I was.”

Finally, he sighed and closed his eyes briefly. But suddenly— The air above us trembled. I looked up. My eyes widened instantly. Something enormous was descending from the sky. A massive black beast with gleaming metallic wings pierced through the clouds at terrifying speed before landing before us in a storm of wind. Kairos. Gabriel's Phantom. I instinctively stepped back as the creature released a deep growl. Its brilliant golden eyes settled directly on me. I felt both nervous and excited. I had missed him so much. Every time I saw him, it felt as though I were standing before a legendary beast from an ancient age.

You can't get rid of me because I've been with you for the rest of your life HAHAHHA Get away hikhikhik ahhhhhhhh i said get away. I just realized from what I did, I just saw my auntie inside the drum and bloody In my extreme fear and self -hatred and pity for auntie I run out my vision darkens because of the tears already flowing Because of the hardship that I can't escape, even if I try to fight, I can't do it because it holds me. While I'm running I want to get away ... I just thought of ending it but what if I can't end it myself ?. As I was running fast, a fast car suddenly appeared in front of me ..