Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

“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?”

I looked up and my stomach dropped. Aziel Nightbane. The monster himself. His golden eyes burned down at me with pure hate. Up close he smelled like blood and smoke and something darker that made my wolf stir. “Who are you running from boy?” he growled. His voice was low and rough like gravel under boots. His grip tightened on my arm hard enough to bruise. I gasped for air and forced words out even though my throat felt tight. “Please. I am nothing. Just a slave omega. Let me go and I will disappear. You will never see me again I swear it.”

Finally I stand, all the monsters stop whispering to one another and the backyard falls silent. “Hello monsters today is the big day. If any of you would like to not do this please step forward.” I see many of the younger untrained monsters step forward. “Well since you do not want to take part in this you have to do all the chores and if any of the monsters die today. You will forfeit your lives.” I hear a loud whisper from one of the young ones and I realise that they don’t believe we will be able to successfully complete this mission that I have created. “Thrones!” I call as I recall the name of the monster that just whispered. “For that I am sending you as one of the participants in this

Five years ago, he was sent here by his family for therapy, he had refused the treatment at first, he didn't want to live at all, he had destroyed somebody's life, so why should he live? but the doctor didn't give up on him, and he had finally given in but only with one goal in mind, to find that girl He lived for just one purpose, that's why he had taken up the branch of the Smith's corporation here abroad, he had also founded an underground world which he his now the boss, and he has grown to be the most powerful and feared of them all.

Why come to him? Why make him feel wanted, needed, and then act like your ex still owns your heart? “What’s so good about that asshole?” Taiga snapped, his chest heaving. “I mean, yeah, I get it. He’s an Elite Prime Enigma. That comes with perks. It’s addicting, maybe even impossible to get over. But he has me now. So what’s the damn problem?” His fists were clenched so tightly now, he could feel his nails digging into his palms. He needed to break something, anything.

He said by taking a step towards her. "Oh no sir, I do know you, you are our company's president and my Boss....".She couldn't even complete her sentence. He advanced another step towards her and she backed a step, almost tumbling off the carpet. He grabbed her by the waist and said, "observing your symptoms... you either have amnesia or the memory of a goldfish." She was staring right into those dark blue eyes. Her face was so close to his, his lips only inches away. Her heart was beating so fast that she was afraid, he would hear it.

“I think it’s something more. Something worse.” Kristen didn’t move. She let the silence linger before speaking. “What if it’s about control?” she whispered. “What if he doesn’t just want to destroy you… but everything you’ve built? Every person. Every inch of power. What if he wants to replace you completely?” Carlo didn’t answer. He sat there, staring into the monitors as if Marcus would show up if he turned. After a long pause, Carlo stood up. “We need to take the fight to him.”

I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser. ~ Mother Jones MARCO "You ready for this?" I asked, getting into the car with Aurora. "I am." I turned to look at her, and what I saw wasn't anger or displeasure. Her skin was flushed with wisdom and echoes of the war cry. There was hardly any trace of innocent girlhood left in her features. She was a woman now. A woman born of tempest and fire, of the blood moon and howling wolves. With a soul like Persephone and splendor like Aphrodite, I knew that Aurora was destined for a queendom of dark power and unconquered lands.

And I, Damian Blackwood, did not depend on anyone for anything. I opened my eyes, my reflection still staring back at me. The monster was still there, but now, there was a chink in its armor. A hairline fracture that threatened to split the whole thing wide open. And Ava was the one who had put it there. The full extent of my fury, my possessiveness, and my terror coalesced into a single, terrifying thought: I would not let her win. I would not let her break me. I would break her first.

I was sitting all alone on my king-sized beg cross legged and stretched my hands behind my head wallowing in my thoughts. Never did I know I will feel good till today, those magnetic feeling I was feeling towards her was now gone, and I felt free as a bird "Now I can focus on possessing other domains" I muttered and smirked. Quickly then I sprang up to my feet and looked outside through the window glass, I could see how my men were training fiercely to prepare for the battle coming. I am the Alpha now and dominating other provinces especially that of the rogue werewolves was my sole aim.