Amant Novels & Stories

"I LUKE ANTONY MAISON ACCEPT BETHANY LOUISE JENKINS AS MY LUNA, I GIVE HER MY HEART, MY SOUL, MY EVERYTHING, TOGETHER WE WILL STAND AS ONE TO PROTECT OUR PACK AND ALWAYS DO WHAT IS RIGHT BY THEM" Lukes father the turns to me with a smile on his face "Beth, its your turn now" im so nervous that im worried i will forget what i have to say, but as soon as i look into Lukes eyesmy whole being feels centered, its as though nothing in the worls exists but us. I BETHANY LOUISE JENKINS ACCEPT LUKE ANTONY MAISON AS MY ALPHA, I GIVE HIM MY HEART, MY SOUL, MY

Fingers that ended in sharp claws curled around the edges, and with a groan and screech of bending metal, the door was torn off its hinges. Dear sweet fucking lord. Dana almost wet herself in fear. A beast stood in the doorway, literally. Taller than the doorframe, he loomed, blocking out the light but not enough that she couldn't make out certain characteristics, such as the fact that he sprouted dark hair all over and sported pronounced canines and a muzzle. A wolf-man, or so it appeared, something she'd never seen or even heard of before. The beast moved closer, ducking to pass through the doorframe, and she pegged his height at close to seven feet. The hulking wolf-man snarled at the sig

I mean yes, Kerem is also supportive but when a brother allows his sister to date a guy he doesn't even know is just unbelievable. My family believed Kerem. They even liked him. Amar and Hudson are in the same age so they talked a lot about cars and stuff. Amar likes talking about cars since he was a kid. All guys played soccer or some sport but not Amar. He hanged out with one friend whose father worked as a car mechanic. You always found him in the workplace of his friend's father. I didn't know Hudson likes cars too. But actually, it was obvious because he has a red old timer mustang and he drives like anybody is in his way. Just like Amar.

Amber, musk, leather, and traces of citrus-the sensual aroma lingered throughout the room. "Sir"I tried to object. "If any more words leave your mouth, I swear to fucking God, I'll spill the entirety of this onto you," He bluntly asserted, referring to the burning flame in his hand. Setting the opposite temperatures onto the table next to the bed, he then started to unbutton the rest of his dress shirt. Pulling the material off of his body, I watched as his muscles contracted as he rid himself of the cloth. As he was completely shirtless now, I

ACE I surveyed Miranda from the corner of my eye as I drove to her apartment. She was nervous and she could deny it all she wanted but I saw it in the way her pulse hammered against her skin at the crook of her neck, in the way minuscule beads of sweat clung to her temple, and in the way she kept fidgeting or biting at her lower lip that now sported red cracks because she wouldn't stop chewing at it.

Fuck, yeah, she’s a Leonetti wolf and that counts for something. The light intensifies, and for a moment, everything is bathed in blinding white. A deafening roar sounds out, and when I open my eyes, I see the dark smoke hovering above Morana. I don’t see any physical features, but I can feel the absolute hatred this thing encapsulates. Who would worship something like this? When the light fades, Morana collapses to her knees, breathing heavily. Nova steps forward, her expression one of relief. “It’s done,” she says softly. “The Meraloth is gone.”

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“The hell, Amaris—” She slapped my shoulder. “No cussing, for Goddess’s sake! Drink it.” “Not until I know what’s in it,” I argued stubbornly. Amaris sighed in annoyance, then relented. “It’s moonwater, sage, ashroot, powdered silver leaf—all from my garden. A concoction that has been used by wolves for decades to unlock, as I mentioned, latent abilities. It will weaken the walls between your blood and hers—so you can glimpse her memories, her flame.”

I look at him perplexed as I throw myself down onto the sofa and pinch the bridge of my nose. Having to deal with him is like dealing with a child and it's not only nerve-wracking, it's utterly painful on the cells of my brain trying to control my outbursts of frustration towards him. I watch as he walks to the window that overlooks the backyard, "She is linked to the Bratva, mafyasi and possibly the Camorra. She speaks fluent Italian; the man she travelled with isn't who he says he is." I spring forward in my seat, resting my elbows on my knees with my eyes narrowing, "Amani has family ties with the Camorra?" I grunt.

If she could turn back time, she would have looked for other means to sort her life and stayed very far away from that so-called husband of hers. Meanwhile, at the Blue Flame Stones “This is the latest stone, just mined. A name is yet to be found for it, but it’s tested to be slightly similar to diamond, and if we’re sure, even better…” From the glass door, Amanda stood with her files hugged to her chest, watching Damien seated in his sharp grey suit, exchanging business words with other businessmen. A smile curved her lips as she watched him. “Ahem.” A deliberate cough brought her back to earth.