Amant Novels & Stories

Amanda was fuming with jealousy. "What?" Amara asked in surprise. "He said Celestine is his close friend. I bet that whore must have spread her legs." Amanda's eyes blazed fire. "How could that be possible. She has always kept a distance from men." Amara said still in surprise. "You don't know how hard it was for me to not rip that innocent face of her." Amanda closed her eyes to calm down. "Do you have any plan?" Amara said while looking at her sister. "Yes... I have to get into Damien's bed." Amanda smirked evilly while Amara gasped.

he murmured, “Perhaps I have reached the peak of my life.” Maya shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her throat dry. “And what about Amora? Do you find peace with her?” Antonio’s head lolled backward, "Amora?" He raised his head drowsily, “What did you put in these?” he slurred, his eyelids drooping. “Amora is...she’s beautiful...but…” "But what?" She leaned in closer to catch Antonio’s words. “What about Amora?” she pressed, shaking him in an attempt to keep him awake.

“If you are certain that this has nothing to do with the investigation, you might as well tell us what it is, show us how it works, and also prove that you aren't him by using it before everyone.” Byron declared. Again, he was supported by all. “Do you mind?” Byron pushed. Unlike herself, Amanisa hesitated. “This is a medicinal substance that I inherited from my parents. It's used to strengthen Lycans and–” “Would you like to take a dose before us and probe that you truly aren't hiding a lot and also aren't connected to the killings despite the evidence against you?” Byron interjected and placed another term. He stretched his hand, urging Amanisa to take a dose of what she called medicinal.

( I miss you ) (I want you to sleep beside me) (I miss you, let's meet and playing horse ride again) (My bed is empty without you!) (How much soap should I finish? I'm suffering) (Have my seeds sprouted yet? If not, let's scatter again! I don't mind) "What a perverted man! Oh- how could I have thought at ease if he bothered me every day with these damn cards!" "And what is this? I told you I don't like flowers, he thought I was a grave, every day sent this many flowers. Oh- my gosh!" Amanda is a monologue.

" Aman did not believe her words. Because what he had heard and what Ishant was saying did not match at all, but he calmed himself down and acted as if he was convinced by Ishant's words. Then Aman said ok to him and asked him to come inside. While going inside, Ishant looked back and nodded his head and started walking ahead. All that remained behind were two deep and cold eyes. he was watching them leave. After going inside, Aman went to Akhil and the other boys. He didn't say anything to anyone and continued enjoying the function as usual. but his eyes was still looking for that men .aman is confused who was that men?what was they talking about?what are there plan? aman has so many questi

“ Damn it ! Why did the rain had to start now ? “ said Amra . “ You don’t like rain ? “ asked Alex . “ I like the rain but when I overheard about the meeting , I asked my assistant to bring me one of my best armatures . “ said Amra looking at the rain worried . “ Pffft ! You even said that you didn’t eavesdrop . “ said Alex laughing making Amra look away a bit guilty . “ Hey ! I am older than you . Respect me ! “ said Amra with her cheeks blushing a little as she knew she was guilty . “ Ha ha ha ! You may be older than me but I am taller than you . “ said Alex with a smirk , making Amra smiling with a frozen smile as she was defeated . “ Geez ! How annoying ! You were shorter than me and now

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

Selene is still not looking at him like she suddenly finds the floor very interesting. “Well then, if you need my help, you’ll find me here. You are so much welcome.” The man placed a small card on the table beside Selene, she was just about to say something but when she looked up he was nowhere to be seen. Selene picked the card. It was a plain black card with just two words written in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM.

“Do either of you gentlemen speak Spanish?” “No comprendo, friend-o,” Clutch replied. I cut in. “Aw, man. That was a missed opportunity right there. You know amigo is Spanish for friend, right?” I asked Clutch. “So?” “So…you could have said, “No comprendo, amigo,” and it still would have rhymed.”

Matthew and I were both barefoot, which was probably planned on the counsel’s behalf, and I assumed it was made of silver. “Go,” Kent called out blandly. I looked up and around, for the first time noticing all the cameras that were pointed at us and shook my head. Now was not the time to be distracted. Matthew was already running across the beam at an alarming rate and wincing with each step. I toed the beam and white hot pain lanced through my body. Yup, silver definitely affects me. I braced myself before I started to run across it. Each step felt like daggers through my feet and the smell of burnt skin was in the air.