A Plague Tale Amicia Novels & Stories

"What do you want, Amelia? State your endgame." Amelia looked directly into the camera lens, her expression cold and unyielding. "I want exactly what was violently stolen from my family's bloodline twenty-four years ago." "You have already taken enough blood from this city," Lorenzo countered. "No," Amelia whispered, her smile widening into something truly monstrous. "I have merely been collecting the interest on a debt. Tonight, I collect the principal." The master countdown on the wall violently flashed, the numbers changing. **04:17** Suddenly, Matteo’s tactical communication hub violently buzzed in his hand. He answered the encrypted feed immediately. As the audio filtered through his ea

Then she looked up at me, worry staining those pretty wide eyes. “How did this…” she trailed off, her attention going to the gruesome scene of the fool who was going to bleed his eyes out. Then just like that, she let my hand go and marched up to the scene. “God, I have so many questions for you, but let's start with WHY you decided to walk into the sacred pack house and attack the Alpha Prince!” Amelia yelled as soon as she got to the screaming fool. “Does that even matter now? He's already gotten his karma on the spot!” Damian yelled in irritation and I just watched in amusement, knowing that Amelia wouldn't just let him go with that snide comment of his.

You always thought you were mafia royalty, but the truth is, you're nothing. Rebecca's words crossed every line in Evan's book. He let out a roar like a wild beast and grabbed Rebecca by the throat as he lifted her in the air. Rebecca's eyes popped out, and her hands gripped Evan's arms hard, leaving behind a long, bloody scratch. "How dare you poison me, you bitch?! Who do you think you are? You would've died without me!" Evan flung Rebecca out, and she crashed into the wall and fell hard to the ground. It did not take long for a pool of blood to form beneath her. Rebecca turned pale as she hugged her stomach. She laughed as tears streamed down her face.

“No one could survive a fall like this.” “Unless he didn’t fall alone,” Charles said, stepping closer. “Someone could have taken him after the fight. Or maybe he never hit the ground at all.” I looked at Amelia. “Can you tell if there’s any magic lingering here? Anything that might give us answers?” She nodded. “I will try.” Amelia knelt by the dirt where I remembered being stabbed. She closed her eyes and murmured words under her breath. Her hands hovered above the ground, glowing faintly as she worked. After a moment, she stood, brushing off her knees.

“Coincidence. With her and the princess as my foothold, changing the pace of their high society would be easy. The only problem I would have is the fact that I’m supposed to be dead and I’m supposed to be the Queen of Ducroft. It would take time for the news to spread but eventually, it would. I'm not sure how the high society of Polivia would take it. I will wait and watch for now. To settle in high society, I just have to show I'm capable, don't I?" "Your logic and ability to subvert situations has always been a mystery to me. Nonetheless, I have learned to put my trust in you. I'll be leaving everything in your hand." "Of course. Amaika, where is Marvis? I haven't seen him at all recently

- A girl says and I take one step foreword. We both walk out of the room and I see four-man waiting for us. Two walks in front of us and two behind. They are cal carrying guns. Great. “Through that door” - she says I open the door and I see Rupert. “Amelia. What a pleasure to see you again” - he says and then I notice another man in the room. “Amelia” - he says and he has a British accent. Fuck. When he looks at me I recognise him. Harry. Leader of the British mafia.

she adds. I look at her as if she has gone mad. She rolls her eyes, "Do not tell me you forget-" I remain confused. "AMA's stories?" she prods. I pause for a moment and then it hits me. There is one story AMA read for us. One about a maze and how it was traversed with the help of red thread. My eyes haze in realization and she catches this, gaze flashing to the guard momentarily.

He left immediately, followed by the policeman he was talking to. Ameira quietly entered the crowd to see the three corpses properly. Ameira saw Casya come near them. As she observed the men's bodies, she ignored the woman. Ameira's eyes widened and she almost gasped at what she saw. "LETTER A? DARK SNAKE?!" Ameira and Casya said in unison, both shocked.

Her eyes kept darting towards Kai with a mixture of fear and lust that made me want to claw them out. I sat between Kai and Kaelen. The clinking of steelworkers against the plates filled the air. "How did it start?" I asked, my voice interrupting the awkward silence. I looked up from my plate and stared directly at Trent. "The plague, I mean. It’s rooted in Magic, Trent. Have you thought about the witches being the cause?" "And how does that concern you," Amelia asked cynically, dropping her fork on her plate with a clang. "You're a guest here, Serena. Don’t forget your table manners.”

I couldn't believe her. "Lucian, I know you don't want me anymore, but I still want what's best for you, no matter how much you don't want to believe me," Rachel said with a sincere look on her face. "I saw Amara taking guns from the armory." My body froze. "What?" "I'm sure she has them somewhere. I would never lie to you Lucian," Rachel assured me. Amara wasn't the rat, right? She wouldn't. Would she? I thought about it for a moment and realized that shit only started going downhill once she arrived here. Oh my God.