Amante Alienígena Novels & Stories

It wasn't long until the figure quickly stopped and despite the long distance, Len knew it looked straight at him. The mysterious figure shouted in unknown language. The hymn stopped. The Sovereigns tentatively looked up to see what happened. Len glanced at the smirking Clione as the mysterious figure made its way over to their direction. Its long steps easily closed their distance and as it got closer, Len couldn't think of it as anything else but an alien. "Welcome, Emissary," Clione greeted. "Something caught your eyes, I see." "As if they have any," Hymeno whispered. Axylia elbowed him for this.

They live and breathe power. Upon setting his feet on the ground from the stairs, Aamon continued to talk. “The second thing I wanted you to know is….” He stopped and then looked at me. Then I started to wonder what he would say for him to give me such a gaze. Aamon heaved a deep sigh and then continued, “I also found my mate on the continent of Embers. She’s a human.” And after Aamon said that, Elisa emerged from where he came from — from the top of the stairs.

"I'll try to rephrase what you just told me in simple words. Nod your head, but don't say a word because I'm really near to repainting the walls with your head, you moron." Santo nods slowly and waits patiently. I lean back to get comfortable in my chair while I give him a murderous look. "So, if I understand correctly. Since the day you told me you had someone in your sights, you've managed to fuck her?" Santo freezes for a moment, then nods in the affirmative. It doesn't take a genius to know that the words I used don't sit well with him. Cazzo. It's not just a crush he has. Amare molto (love very much*) finally knocked on his door.

- Resounded Daniel referring to me - Wow, was your hidden plan a bonus for me? Thank you, Seventh. Look if it's not the family together! - He opened his arms happily and sarcastically - Daniel Montenegro-Corfin, bastard of Luna Diana with Antônio Corfin, romantic partner of another anomaly, Amália Gasparian, with the prodigal offspring, Sétima Corfin. A family of noise, all with fascinating stories and... - Let her go.- Daniel interrupted his chatter that amused him so much.

Just like he had already did. "You're right mama. An alien's child is an alien as well"

The life that I know is completely different from everyone else, I don't give two damn about who's the new president is, I don't pay much attention to any drama, I don't live under a rock, I'm still on Earth, but the thing is I don't belong here anymore. Area fifty-one, aliens, ufo, they all are real, but they aren't that common, people aren't supposed to know about them, but I do, and they are real. They wanted to learn about earth, about our habits and genetics, but humans are way too scared for that, they decided to make a deal with us, we'd give them one of ours, well more than one.

Whatever this alien was, it was an artist. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist if he made a move on me. Hell, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from making amove on him. But I remained rooted to the spot, my mind and heart outdoing each other in a frantic race to nowhere. “So what now?” I managed to ask after what seemed an eternity of awkward silence.“Now An-Gel-Aa show To-Ar-Ya everything humans do.” The dreamy hunk said in a deep and sexy voice that

Graceful like a willow swaying in the wind, she stepped forward with a stunning posture. When Luna Sandra looked at this face, her heart fluttered momentarily, almost thinking that the woman from the past had returned. Then, her anger flared up, realizing that Beta Henry hadn't forgotten about that woman! However, Luna Sandra, despite her emotions, was a dignified person. While she detested Amant, she didn't reveal anything on her face. She smiled as Amant approached, instructing her to extend her hand for inspection. Amant's slender, graceful fingers resembled the branches of a spring willow—elegant and beautiful. Luna Sandra then inquired about her age and place of origin. Amant spoke, "I

I whispered, and she smiled, throwing her arm over my shoulder. “I am; it looks like you stopped crying,” she said, handing me a handkerchief, and I dabbed it under my eyes. “Yeah, you successfully distracted me with all those years of experience and your blue eyes,” I laughed softly. “You’re gorgeous,” I said, and she held her cheeks. “Thank you. I’m Anin, by the way,” she extended her hand, and I placed my hand in hers. “I’m Amanah, why aren’t you freaking out about me being a human on an alien planet?” I asked, and she gave me that look.

"Tom and John Smith! I like it! You'll blend right in around here. Do you want me to take your picture too? So you can commemorate your Earth marriage? I bet you had a beautiful ceremony on your own---planet? You guys all come from a planet, right? Not just from the spaceship?" "We do come from a planet," Tom said, finding himself smiling as he took the form the worker handed him, "Our home is gone now. The ship is known as Guardian. It is all we have left of the world we left. We have no mementos from our world. A picture would be very nice. Thank you." "You're so polite! I love it! Here, I'll snap your pictures. Hold the license between you so I can get it centered. Make sure you're holdin