Amarrada Novela Novels & Stories

An order that was crystal clear and non-negotiable: bring in the Emerald Wolf, alive or dead, no exceptions, no delays. But even knowing what awaited me, even understanding the consequences of my betrayal, I wasn't sure any torture they could devise would be anything compared to the soul-crushing pain of having to live without Amara. Of having to hand her over to people who would either kill her outright or do things to her that were so much worse than death. Even before the mate bond had snapped into place that night, I had already fallen completely and irrevocably in love with her. With her fierce spirit, her stubborn independence, her unexpected kindness, the way she looked at the world w

Ethan further added, Alphanso nodded his head and took hold on Adrian hand, Adrian tied to jerk it away but Alphanso was an ex militant and was way stronger then Adrian, because of which he easily overpowered him and took him away but not before Adrian let out a warning to me in his harsh tone and finger pointing at my face “YOU ARE JUST MINE AMARA…… JUST MINE….. REMEMBER THAT, I LOST YOU ONCE… AND I WONT LOOSE YOU AGAIN……” Saying that Adrian turned his head to Ethan and shot him some dirty murderous glares and kept looking in between me and Ethan… as Alphanso by force took him away… Ethan on other hand merely kept watching him with his cold glares until Alphanso and Adrian both were out of

"Books won’t feed you. Beauty will." That night, Amara found the Shakespeare volume in the trash. Pages torn. Ink smudged by rain. She spent hours reassembling it by flashlight, glue and tears sealing the spine. <<< ✦ >>> Marcella didn’t cry when Amara left for the Drevane estate. She stood at the villa’s grand staircase, watching the staff load Amara’s meager suitcase into the Drevane limousine. No silk gowns. No diamond hairpins. Just cotton dresses and a single photograph of Mama.

I smirked when I remembered how I used to barge into her room but now, she had to grant me permission or I'd stay outside for hours. "You can come in," Came her raspy voice. I didn't hesitate in going in. She curled herself into a ball while she laid on the bed, her hair spluttered all over her face. Though she was pale and slimmer, she still looked beautiful and I couldn't wait to make her my wife. She still didn't want me around but that didn't stop me from sitting on the empty spot beside her on the bed. "How are you feeling, Amara?" I touched her and she flinched then clasped her hands together, trembling slightly. "You don't need to be scared anymore, Massimo is dead. So how do you feel

Someone who once shared a chapter of her past she had long buried a man who’d disappeared before Liam ever entered her life. A ghost of an entirely different story. One that wasn’t finished. The next morning, Amara opened her window to the sound of birds. The note from the bookstore fluttered gently on her desk. The message still glowed on her phone. For the first time in years, she didn’t feel haunted but she did feel curious. And that that was new. That was where redemption turned into destiny.

CHAPTER 13: Darkness came slower this time. It was not like before. Not sudden. Not empty. This time it was crowded. I heard voices. Fragments. Memories fighting their way back. "You are getting too close." "If they find out you are dead." "We don't have time Amara. Go!"

"Thank you." "No problem señora.Greet young señorita for me."She nodded, in her own room she took her bag and left. It was time she believes in Max he did ask her to trust him and she will.She loves him and wasn't prepared to give up on him without him her life was dull this weeks that has passed proved that the first thing she'll do when she gets home was move her stuff back into the master bedroom. Amara was doing great,so great that they allowed Adriana to hold her for a few minutes her heart just bursts with love whenever she holds one of them.She was so cute all Adriana wanted to do was cuddle with her."Soon we'll all be together my angel."

The Phantom couldn’t resist. Amara played her part flawlessly, arriving at the villa in a sleek black dress, flanked by only two guards. Dante, hidden with a strike team in the hills above, nearly ripped the comm out of his ear when he saw her through the scope. She looked like a queen walking into her coronation—or her execution. Hours passed. The air grew thick with tension. Then, as the moon climbed high, the trap finally snapped shut. The lights in the villa flickered. The guards collapsed, choking, poisoned darts embedded in their necks. Amara didn’t flinch. She stood in the center of the room, her hand sliding to the pistol at her thigh.

Alexander asked, puzzled, without looking up. "Results of the investigation about Amarra." Alexander suddenly stopped his work, and immediately dismissed Maegan. However, she seemed reluctant to leave, having overheard that there was a woman their alpha was investigating. It wasn't until Alexander gave her a stern look that she finally left. "How are your bruises?" Alexander asked before they got to the business. "My body still hurts a bit, but I think my bruises are starting to fade," Dean replied, handing over the report. According to the investigation, Amarra was an only child, living in a rural area with her elderly parents, who made a living through farming. It was said that Amarra grew

A lazy breeze tugged at the corners, fluttering the edges like it was urging us to choose. As I sipped the last of my now-lukewarm tea, the soft knock at the patio door broke the calm. It was Marites, our housekeeper, with her usual gentle smile and a folded pile of laundry tucked neatly in her arms. “Ma’am Catalina,” she said, stepping forward with a curious look, “I found this in the pocket of your jacket while doing the laundry.” My body froze. The flash drive! Before I could take it from Marites's hand, Dante already had it.