With All That I Am Novel Novels & Stories

The burn is immediate. It starts in my vein, a white-hot fire that races up my arm and spreads across my chest like wildfire. I gasp. My back arches. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, screaming, poison, poison, poison. But I don't scream. I bite my lip until it bleeds. I dig my nails into my palms. I stare at the ceiling and count the cracks in the stone and refuse, refuse, to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break.

His vision blurred, his heart overwhelmed with endless regret and pain. He thought of my gentleness and our precious moments together. Those vows had now turned to dust. Carlen realized he might have truly lost me, the mate who was once willing to give everything for him. The lights in the hall dimmed. The cries of the newborn pup echoed in the vast, empty hall. Carlen stood there alone, his world falling apart in that instant.

This is me now, this is who I am. The elation in my soul knows no bounds. I try to take a step forward, but then, everything goes black

And now… this overwhelming, buzzing power inside me that I didn’t understand. I stared at my fingers, which still tingled faintly. “Cool,” I muttered. “I was officially the main character in a magical trauma novel.” No reply. No spark. No sign. Just the quiet hum of my room. And the storm building in my soul.

The years, the power, the accumulation of all that wealth; the empires I built were nothing but scars to erase them completely. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and made sure that in my head, I could exist. *You are no longer Amy Sanchez,* I told myself. *You are Amethyst Amadeus-the most powerful female in the city.* Gideon can prance around his new life just as long as he wants. I was untouchable now. Unbreakable.

The silence was deafening. Amara dropped her suitcase, the soft thud echoing in the quiet. She walked to the window, her reflection a pale, lost face in the dark glass. Manhattan glittered below, indifferent, vibrant, alive—everything she felt she was not. She was here. Betrothed. Traded. Owned. She pulled out her laptop, her hands trembling slightly, and sat on the edge of the bed. She typed: "Allergic to human touch". The results loaded slowly, a cruel digital suspense.

My pulse pounds harder as the images of Amelia flood my head. Her hands on my chest, legs wrapped around me.The warmth of her body under mine. My hand slides down instinctively, gripping myself as the tension spikes. The moment I touch myself, the sensation shoots straight through my body, making me suck in a sharp breath. “This is crazy…” It only makes the urge worse. My vision blurs slightly, the room spinning as the heat intensifies. It almost feels like I’m dreaming. And then— The door slowly opens. Through the haze, I see a figure step inside. My heart stutters. My breath catches. “Amelia…?”

He took that art book from my hands by slowly opening them with his hands. He stepped backwards. I opened my eyes. And looked at him, opening my art book. The whole art book was filled with his portraits and sketches. "I'll keep it with me. Since they are mine". He said with seriousness, without giving any expression. I just nodded yes. He took my art book and departed. I was angry at myself. How can I not say a word? It was my art book. It was my choice to draw anything I wanted. Why did I close my eyes? I am not scared of him. He just ordered me and I followed. I didn't like anyone to control me. But deep in my heart, I knew that he wasn't ordering. His personality is just like that. His c

All because he loves the person that loved by all, and that he is a mere took for the game that amuses the main character of this dark novel. “Goodbye.” Alliah’s menacing grin. Then long back tentacle like hands and arms grab him from behind, dragging him inside the abyss and deep within. Like he is being drown into the dark sea where the last light where he came from shuts close before his very eyes. “You shouldn’t covet something that you will never have no matter how hard you try to reach for it.”

I waved it away with the back of my hand. Bianca, don't ever bother me again. Not in this life. Not in any life. Passing through the gloomy path, I walked toward the bright open field ahead. I did not stop, and I did not look back.