Adelina Amouteru Novels & Stories

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?

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.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

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.

Raphael says referring to Christopher. "You owe me!" Christopher smiles. "Our flight was great through. Rivers State is really the treasure base of the nation." Alison smiles. "Absolutely!" Raphael chuckles. "This is my cousin Juliet. That's my younger sister Alexandra." Raphael says introduces his guest. "Juliet, Alexs. Meet Madison and Alison." Raphael, says with a satisfactory grin. "We have already been introduced!" Juliet smiles. "Your sister is pretty." Alison smiles at Alexandra, who had a bored look on her face.

Lorena Linister noticed that Adan was not listening to her and couldn't help but follow his gaze. She was surprised to see Charlotte, the pianist wearing a black velvet long dress, at first glance. Adan shifted his gaze and raised an eyebrow slightly, "Do you know her?" Oh my God! She was a very famous pianist, she won the Namis Piano Competition at the age of 17! Isn't she famous in her home country? She is definitely famous here! Lorena rolled her eyes and said, "You, a merchant reeking of copper, wouldn't understand! Even if I tell you, you wouldn't know how amazing she was!"

"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.