Ambition Monster Novels & Stories

" I shivered upon hearing this. There were rumors that Julian was a notorious thug who had even spent a few years in prison before becoming a CEO. Terrified, I hurried home. I was met with the sound of Estel laughing with our parents as soon as I walked through the door. Our mom, Madison Foster, felt sorry for Estel as she believed she had sacrificed too much by spending money and donating blood. She bought her a lot of supplements to replenish her strength. Estel dismissed it lightly. "You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs. Covering the medical expenses is the only way to keep in touch with Julian." Our dad, Bellamy Gage, sighed. "Then paying the hospital bill would've been e

I stay silent. He grips harder, pulling until my scalp burns. "You think staying quiet will make you look innocent?" he spits. "You're a fucking monster. An abomination. Everyone knows what you are." My jaw tightens. Ares growls. 'Let me kill him. Just one. Just this one.' I exhale slowly, already feeling the bloodlust stirring. The interrogator laughs under his breath. "You really don't get it, do you?" he says. "Things aren't looking good for you."

There were four of them. At the time Amy noticed the monsters, they had already walked up to her. Shock overtook her. "Wait, those monsters... Why are they here now? It's still not dark yet." It was the artefacts Amy had unlocked that attracted the monsters. It was obvious to her. After assessing the monsters through appraisal, she instinctively grabbed the artefacts and tucked them inside a bag. [Wild Merman-Common rank] HP-60. CON-12 DEF-15. DEX-3

But then again… Jasper had always been ambitious. And ambition, mixed with insecurity and just enough power, created the most dangerous kind of man. The kind who thought he could take on monsters and win. “God, he’s actually insane,” I groaned, dropping back onto the bed. “Werewolves aren’t businessmen you outsmart over dinner. These people will literally tear you apart if you blink wrong.” And somehow… he dragged me into it. I clenched my jaw. “I swear if I die here because of his nonsense, I’m coming back just to haunt him.”

Each of them realized that they needed a little quietness at times like these. In just a day, the kingdom had lost countless soldiers, as well as civilians at the hands of monsters – which weren't even monster grande. According to the info provided by Dylan, there is a term "monster grande" which refers to a monster that is bigger, fiercer, and intelligent and is the biggest threat to mankind. The numbers were still few, but no one ever knew when they would be able to double their numbers and enter the Haddad Kingdom.

The fact that he could stall powerful angels like Gabriel and Michael showcased his strength, but the serious side effects and rules stemming from the experiment hinted at potential challenges and consequences he had to grapple with. Mammon's loss of immortality had a profound impact, leading to a peculiar change in Asmo's demeanor. Asmo became deeply attuned to Mammon's experiences, to the extent that he abandoned a crucial battle when the Angels targeted Mammon. Furthermore, Asmo's behavior started to mirror Mammon's, and he became solely preoccupied with fulfilling his deepest desires. During this era, Asmo's paramount aspiration was to construct an empire of boundless wealth.

Lucien continued, “You will be with me, day and night, until I figure out who you really are… and why I can’t touch you.” Mireya blinked, her mind was spinning. She barely caught the words, but when it clicked, when the meaning of the bargain she had just made settled in her bones, she stopped breathing. A bargain with a monster. “Very well then,” Lucien said, straightening his posture. “Come to my office, now. Don’t keep me waiting.” And before she could respond, before she could process his command, he simply turned and walked away. After a few steps, and in a heartbeat, he was gone.

"I am the monster you made me, and I am the monster I will always be. But I am not a monster who would hurt a child. I am not a monster who would turn a child into a pawn. I am a monster who would protect his child, his heir, his legacy, with his very life." He closed his eyes, his body, a fragile, broken shell, sinking into a deep, agonizing darkness. The secret was out. The unspoken truth, a chasm of pain and betrayal, was a devastating reality. Amara, a Queen in a room of hushed prayers and medical machines, was a mother, a lover, a protector. But she was also a woman who had been betrayed, a woman who had been a victim, a woman who had a new purpose.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”