Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

The monster that I was always rumored to be. The monster that takes, that breaks, that makes anything that crosses its path bleed. The monster that had lost its humanity. And the only thing I wanted was to make Amber feel the anguish I felt. Bit by bit. Until it consumed her. God, I wanted to drag her across the room, rip that tiny gown off her body until she was naked, exposed– bend her over the nightstand, ass in the air, and spank her hard across those fair butt cheeks. Harder, until they turn bright red, sore, with my fingerprints branded on them. Then make her count after every strike until she loses her voice.

“The Blackmoor Wolves need a new vision. After three years dominating the design markets at Majestic Ego, I’ve learned how to weaponize aesthetics. I’m launching my own brand. I’m going to dress the next generation of hockey mercenaries, and I’m going to do it under my own flag.” Admiration, thick and heavy, filled Damien’s gaze. He knew the weight of my ambition. “It’s a lethal play,” he admitted, a rogue smile tugging at his lips. “The pack will howl for a piece of it. If you need muscle or gold, just bark. I might even buy a seat on your board just to watch you tear into the competition.” I felt the prickle of moisture in my eyes and blinked it away. “Thank you, Damien. Without you shield

Eye of the Beholder is a threat level 4 monster, it's a being of terror to be exact. In Fantasma a single of this monster able to flat an entire large city in a single night, Eye of Beholder was just a oversized single eye with a thousand tentacle around it. The reason why this is monster so highly feared wasn't because it was physically strong, in fact it was quite weak, but it has a whole arsenal of Curses, status attributes ailment attacks and a whole bunch of magic spells. Certainly due to it's annoying abilities, it was ranked as a disaster level existence.

I notice everything. I always have. “I don’t do surprises,” she says flatly. “So stop dancing and talk.” “Fair enough.” I lean in, elbows on the table. No smile. Just fact. “You’ve built a monster. Ashen is a shark in open water—silent, sleek, lethal. You’ve got leverage no one understands, and more people on your payroll than the government.” “Still not hearing a point.” “My point is simple. You’ve come as far as you can alone.”

He had fallen for the trap of judging a book by its cover. If he had made a blunder early on, the company would have lost so much money. And it wouldn’t just stop there. ‘For him to have so many Grade 6 Monster Cores, he must be a man of many means. He could be a powerful Adventurer for all I know.’ If that were true, it implied this individual had the power to hunt down over 16,000 C-Tier Monsters. The fact that he had access to more meant his limits were currently beyond measure.

She didn't want to be a part of a talented pair of daughters; she wanted to be the only sun in the sky, and she wanted me to be the dirt beneath her heels. Her eyes locked onto Damien, and I could practically hear the gears turning in her head. She had found a new target, a more glittering prize than Landon could ever be. The game had officially begun, and the stakes were everything to me. I felt a cold shiver of dread crawl up my spine. Amara didn't just steal men; she colonized them, stripping them of their will until they were nothing more than accessories to her ego.

Gabriel continued, "is that I admit what I want. I do not hide behind noble intentions. I wanted to rule. I tried to take power by force. I failed. That is all there is to it." "You are a monster," someone shouted from the crowd. "Perhaps. But I am an honest monster." His eyes swept the assembled wolves and Lycans. "How many of you would do exactly what I did if you thought you could succeed? How many would sacrifice others for your own ambition if you knew you would not get caught?" Uncomfortable silence fell. "That is what I thought." Gabriel settled back, his smile triumphant. "I am not worse than you. I am just more honest about what I am."

“This is where ideas come to life. I want you to see that even in the darkest moments, we can create something beautiful. You have the power to make a difference.” As they walked through the office, Richard shared his vision for a new project aimed at helping underprivileged youth gain access to education and resources. “I believe in giving back, and I want to inspire others to do the same,” he explained. “You can lead that change, Alex. You have the potential to do great things.” Alex listened intently, his heart racing at the thought of being part of something bigger than himself. The anger that had fueled his quest for vengeance began to shift, morphing into a desire to honor his parents’

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 saw people as disposable playthings, stepping stones on his treacherous path to dominion. His ultimate ambition, the kingdom, was the pinnacle of his insidious desires. Aiden sought not only to rule over lands and subjects but also to manipulate the very fabric of society to serve his whims. He would stop at nothing to achieve his grand design, and Jasmine was an unwitting pawn in this twisted game of power and deceit.