Reclaiming Me Novels & Stories

“That’s why we need to act fast. Keep her distracted and off-guard. We’ll plant doubts about her allies’ loyalty, too. If she’s paranoid about everyone around her, she’ll focus inward and miss the bigger picture.” A wave of unease washed over me, but I pushed it aside. It wasn’t just about my father’s legacy anymore; it was about reclaiming what had been stolen from me—what Ava had taken when she shattered my parents’ marriage. The rage I had buried deep inside began to surface, feeding the resolve that coursed through my veins. “I’m done playing nice,” I said, my voice firm. “If we’re going to do this, we’ll make sure she feels the weight of her choices. She thought she could take everythin

"I have come back to Phoenix because ten years ago I lost something important to me and I want to get it back. My father was killed and our property was stolen, and I want to reclaim what was lost as my own. If you can give it to me, then we can call a truce on my expansion for the time being. But not before that." I take a long, deep breath and slowly release it. I can tell Clarissa's loving this—she's probably not used to people talking to me like that, and if I'm being honest, I'm not either. There are very few people in this world that could speak those words and walk away alive, and Danil shouldn't be one of them. But I made a promise to my wife, and I will keep it. For now, at least. I

I didn’t talk to anyone when I got home. I just went straight to my room and cried until the next morning, and when I woke up, I started another round of crying. My pillow was soaked, and my nose kept running. I felt like I was slowly fading away, like I was no longer myself but just a shadow of who I used to be. My phone notification broke the silence, and I struggled to pick it up. Seeing Christopher's post on social media made me sniffle with curiosity. The caption says, "Clara Morgan, the true mate".

Disownment results packs banishment which instantly transforms me rouge. Yeah I despise this pack and wish leaving for good but not under banishment. My departure should be under my dreams, my scholarship into Kenbridge institution and not some undesired banishment. Banishment also ruins my dreams into Ken bridge institution and certainly am good as dead if such occurs. Adjusting my demanding voice and expression I gaze up the devious trio. Obviously am returned to square one. Pleading!. That video shouldn't be released and if done am better off dead. "Please freya,reconsider releasing that video. I'll be ruined if it gets to our parents. My dreams and goals will be shattered" I crash pleadi

I was done living in the dark. For the first time in a long time, I felt a strange kind of clarity—sharp, dangerous, necessary. I would find the truth. I would reclaim the life they stole from me. Memory by memory. Lie by lie. Starting now. “Who?” I said, my voice deadly serious. Maggie opened her mouth to speak.

He held my hand so tightly as if it could disappear any minute. “Aera, I— I want to be honest with you. I didn’t have the intention of claiming you back,” he started, and even though my heart rankled at that, I kept on listening to him. “I was certain that I didn’t need a Luna like you before. My father forced me to reclaim you after I rejected you, but I didn't. I defied his order, I defied the Moon Goddess's order that’s why he punished me by stripping me of my birthrank and sending me to the Land of the Banished. But then... but then...”

I had let myself believe in a fantasy, one that was now shattered. With each passing moment, the ache in my chest deepened, morphing into a resolve that surprised me. I wouldn’t let this define me. Wiping my tears, I sat up straighter, determination flickering to life within me. I needed to reclaim my sense of self, to remind myself of who I was outside of Killian’s shadow. I had dreams, aspirations, and a life to live, with or without him.

’ ‘I…’ I look around the house and take another breath, ‘Josh this…being Banished was the single most painful thing I’ve experienced in my life,’ I admit softly, ‘it broke parts of my soul, that I don’t think will ever heal. ‘Some come back to us,’ he moves forward, reaching for my hands, ‘and let’s find out? Let’s see if we can mend what was done to you. Let me try?’ I shake my head, ‘I…I want to go back to Midnight Forest, they’ve taken me in.’ ‘But you’re not part of their pack, Ava. You’re still a Rogue.’

I muttered to myself. 'But he is our mate,' Zoey said. “Oh fuck that,” I leaned up from the railing and marched towards my office, “we are moving to Greece, and we are giving Arne the father he has always wanted.” 'Reginald?' “Your words, not mine.” The door to my office was ajar as I got to it, narrowing my eyes, I pushed the door open before slowly stepping into it. Apart from the piece of paper which was on the floor, everything was in place. I let go of the door, and it clicked shut behind me, and I bent down to pick up the paper.

I lowered her onto the furs, hovering above her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her - hair spread like a halo, chest rising and falling, eyes blazing with that perfect blend of strength and vulnerability that undid me every time. “We fight for this,” I rasped. “For us. For every stolen future we’ll reclaim.” Her hands guided me down to her, and we melted together - mouths colliding, bodies aligning in a rhythm that was both frantic and reverent. The world outside ceased to exist; no war, no Council, no twisted experiments - only us. Only this.