Adelina Amouteru Novels & Stories

Adel said. Adel has a hand in these situations. She was not part of the operatives but a direct aid for the Maestra. She runs her errand if she is too occupied, but mostly she serves her tea and hangs around at her quarters waiting for her commands. She was very well educated in art, and arithmetic, and could understand and speak fluently in five native dialects of eastern origin which made her quite a help for the old lady. "Do not fret. He may live, by the will of the First Son," Sudan said, gesturing his hand from his lips to his forehead - a holy act of sanctification for the One God - and uttered a short prayer.

She continues up the ranking, excited whispers bubbling up as she passes each team. My mind is running a million miles per hour as to whatever she is going to tell us. Alexis is pacing back and forth in my mind, just as curious and excited as I am. When she is finally finished with all the other teams, she comes over to us. Alexei nudges me forward and Ximena locks eyes with me. “Congratulations on you win, your team did excellent. Who is team leader?” “I am and thank you. It was a blast out there on the mountain.” I answer. “Aren’t you best friends with Jenna? I think I’ve seen you before.” I can practically see the gears in her head working as she tries to remember where she has seen me be

Adele~ “And you are?” I raised an eyebrow. I didn't know who she was. I haven't seen her in visual meetings in all of my stay at the hospital. Although I learned we hired more hands. Mark cleared his throat. “Adele, this is Miranda Hale. International growth strategist. She’s worked with properties across different countries.” I tried not to look shocked, but I wasn't sure how my face was holding up. An international strategist? What was she doing at my start-up resort?

"They're updating me whenever they can, but no. There's nothing yet." Theonardo nodded, looking tense as we made our way through the door, noticing a woman seated at a table. She was young, probably a year or so older than me, and had luscious long light brown hair that cascaded down her back. She was very naturally pretty, her eyelashes long and her lips plump and full. "Alpha Theonardo," she stated as she stood up, a slight accent lingering on her tongue. "I'm Adela." "Hi," Theonardo said as he shook her hand, my heart skipping a few beats as jealousy set in. This lady was stunning and in my mind, put me to shame. I felt like a child compared to her. Her curves were to die for.

She simply stood, looking at me. “I am waiting for an answer, sweetheart.” I said, raising an amused eyebrow. “Elara.” The voice cut through the hall like a blade. All the consorts stood, including her, looking down at their feet, knowing not to anger the Mother Luna. It was a punishment worse than defying the Alpha. I straightened immediately, my heart dropping to my ribcage as I turned to look at her. Luna Isobel stood near the entrance, gaze sharp, unreadable to anyone but me.

Damon said, looking him dead in the eye. “Do you think if I had a choice I’d be rotting in this cell instead of dying on that field? If I could kill her, I would. But I can’t. Because she’s still inside me.” He said, making both of us freeze. A long silence followed. Then Carter’s voice dropped to a whisper. “She told me something before she let go. She wants to destroy everything that makes Delilah strong. And she said, she said she’ll start with the ones she loves. She is angry and she is not going to stop. She is going to keep fighting, and she knows that I am going to keep fighting her until my last breath. But she is not going to stop.”

Liam greeted warmly, his gaze fixed on Adela. Adela smiled faintly, trying to recall his name. “Hello. You’re Mr. Norman’s friend, right?” Liam hesitated, a flicker of pain crossing his face. “Yes,” he said after a moment. “I’m Liam Walton.” Adela extended a hand politely. “It’s nice to meet you again, Mr. Walton. I’m Adela.” The formal exchange made Liam’s heart ache. She had no idea who he truly was, and the distance between them felt unbearable.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Azalea “Good. I will reward you when we get home.” “Mr. Giordani!” someone called behind us. Adriano’s body tensed beside me. When he turned, the warmth vanished from his eyes, replaced by something cold and predatory. “Oh. It is you.” “It’s nice meeting you here, sir,” the stranger replied, before turning his gaze to me. “And who might this be?” “My wife.” The pride in Adriano’s voice was fake, but it sounded convincing. “Azalea Amara De Luca.”

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.