Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

“I’m not a killer, Liam.” “In this world? You have to be,” Liam said, his voice dropping an octave. The air inside the car felt heavier, charged with something dangerous. “You were a kitten for five years, Vespera. Look where it got you. Your son calls another woman Mommy and your husband treats you like a discarded line of code. If you want to win, you have to be the monster they think you are.” The word monster echoed in my mind. Once, I had been called brilliant. Visionary. A prodigy. Now I was being told to become something darker.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

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.

she said, then began laughing. Sandra grinned. "What's so funny?" Gwen stood up from where she was, dusted her hands, and spat out the blood left in her mouth. She then spread her wings, exposing its full span and to her satisfaction, to Sandra's horror. "Let me reintroduce myself," she said, standing proudly. "I am Gwen, The Abomination." Sandra moved back a bit, horror etched on her face. "Your bluffing," she said. "I have no reason to," Gwen answered, shrugging. "I am destined to defeat your supreme lord. What makes you think you can defeat me?"

“You will be my best asset or your worst liability.” His words echoed in the enclosed space, a terrifying promise. The man was a monster, a gorgeous, self-assured, unapologetic tyrant who viewed my life—my ambition—as a commodity he could trade for my compliance. And the worst part? The truly sick part of this whole sordid mess? It was the temptation.

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 symbol carved there made my stomach clench: a crescent moon split by a straight line, the same mark on my mother’s gate-stone. The rock warmed under his hand. The fissure widened. Not breaking—opening. A narrow passage yawned into the earth, lit by dim amber lines that ran through the stone like veins. “What is this?” I whispered. “Sanctuary,” Dax said. “For the unwanted. For the dangerous.” My pendant pulsed hard, answering the stone like they were speaking to each other. Heat poured into my palm. The amber lines brightened. Dax noticed and his jaw tightened. “Don’t feed it.”

For before I arrived here, a part of me let myself into this mystical world that belongs to us, but it was only Alfred's mention of the diamonds that the other part, the one that wants to be praised and pampered by the Rockfellers, was amazed at the possibility of showing off to them a treasure as great as theirs, with the difference being that I would no longer leave with them, but would stay here with my people. However, still, yes, that is bad. Ambition also means wishing to have only to enter into a game of egos that dispute who rises higher than the sun or the moon in the sky. And I have sinned immensely. But if the guardians could forgive me, I would be reborn from this darkness that t