Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

And as Amber pulled him deeper into the dark, her body warm and willing beneath him, he closed his eyes and let it happen. Not for pleasure. Not for revenge. But because monsters don’t get happy endings. They only get what they deserve.

“Men like me don’t survive by begging for help. We survive by becoming the monster they fear too much to touch.” Amira shook her head violently, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You can’t fight the whole world, Montez. You can’t fight Alessandro, Nathan, and Rhea all at once. They’re planning every move, setting every trap, and they won’t stop until you’re dead.” He released her shoulders, pacing across the room, his hand raking through his hair. “Good. Let them come. Let them think they can destroy me. I’ll burn their empire to ash before I let them touch what’s mine.”

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

The day he locked me in his cage I promised him that I’d make him beg on his knees and at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. Antonio Ruthless. Monster. I am the monster nightmares are made of. The part of me that was human died a long time ago and now I live for vengeance and blood of my enemy. My name is enough to bring my enemies to their knees. I’m the real villain walking among the innocents. There’s nothing and no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her. And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries.

He remained silent, "Ambrose, I don't want to lead you on. I like Aynyra, I've been with Aynyra. She is the one I will return to when the battle is over. You will return here, to your beautiful home. It would never, ever work for us, no matter how you feel about me." Ambrose's suddenly stood, slamming his hands down on the table, "Aynyra only looks at you with anger! You haven't spent any time with her since you met me. Your friends aren't your real friends, you only met them recently! Two of them you were trying to kill and you successfully murdered both their parents! You are the reason your friend Kaia died. You are the reason your so-called friends are orphans. You are a killer, a murder

They converged on Amber Communal. "It looks as if someone's controlling them." Ivy finally noticed a pattern. The monsters all had a single objective, to get to Amber Communal. Usually, monsters would not exhibit such coordinated behavior, leading Ivy to believe that someone was controlling them. Yet, she did not know who or what was doing this.

“Oh, Amber… how little you understand the world you are playing with. You are fragile. Delicate. And yet… so cunning. You could ruin me. Or I could destroy you in an instant. Tell me, which will it be?” Amber’s chest tightened. Her mind was a whirlwind of strategy, fear, and rage. I can’t fight him head-on. Not yet. I need time. I need leverage. I need… Then it struck her—the one thing he underestimated: her ambition, her cunning, her absolute willingness to do whatever it took to protect her power. “I may be fragile,” she said softly, voice almost a whisper, “but I am not weak. You may think you know me, Dakota… but you know nothing. You cannot control what is already mine. You cannot contr

Damien I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of frustration that had consumed me since the encounter with Monroe. Despite my best efforts, he remained elusive, a shadowy figure lurking just beyond the reach of my grasp, taunting me with his insidious presence. I knew that if I wanted to get any closer to him, I would have to shed the trappings of my corporate identity and embrace the instincts of a soldier once more. It was a daunting prospect, one that filled me with equal parts trepidation and determination. But as the hours dragged on, each passing moment serving as a painful reminder of my failure to protect those I held dear, I knew that I had no choice but to act.

Nicky had done far worse than just bite me. I looked up and coldly stared at her. "You people are really made for each other." "What's that supposed to mean?" she snapped. "You know what it means," I said, standing up to jab my finger in her shoulder. "You're a monster who beat up my wife so badly that she was critically wounded." Then, I whipped my shaking finger around to point at Nicky. "And as for you, you're a little monster who flushed my wife's ashes down the toilet!"

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"