Ambrogio And Selene Novels & Stories

I love to be alone anytime am in great pain or anger. “I’m sorry my Luna,” I thought I got the voice wrong, but no, I wasn’t. It was Leslie speaking to me again. My anger rose like a cowboy running the contested race, and I wished I knew how to stop his voice from coming when he speaks once more, “Not my fault my Luna, it was because you are my mate. I can’t wait to introduce you to my father, who was also my Alpha.” His words confused me, what did he mean by the word luna, mate, and Alpha, what is wrong with this guy, what is wrong with me?

SELENE “Tristan…Tristan.” I panted as the second climax snuck up on me. Tristan collapsed on top of me, our heavy breaths mingling together. “You're perfect…so perfect.” He murmured as he left kisses all over my face. He weight on me was suffocating, but I couldn't bring myself to push him away, or to reject his kisses. This isn't what you came for Selene, I reminded myself, but I didn't stop Tristan from putting his arms around me and pulling me closer to him to spoon me.

Selene rambled on in anger. “Sabrina, you are a b*tch. You messed around with someone in prison, you’re just used goods! A woman like you would actually dare to seduce my fiance? I will kill the child in your stomach today! Shall we see who will come to save you this time?” Selene, who now had Sebastian firmly in her grasp, was extremely arrogant as she faced Sabrina. After all, she had already been thrown aside by him. As she was finishing her rant, she watched as Sabrina picked up a brick. She raised it, pointing it toward Selene’s stomach. “I’d also like to know... If I killed that child in your belly right now, would Sebastian still take you as his fiance?”

Just as I said it the flames joined together, Selene and Orion danced above the Luna's head. "As Selene and Orion met beneath the starlit sky, their souls intertwined, and love blossomed like a celestial symphony. They spent their nights wandering hand in hand, sharing dreams, and whispering secrets only the moon and the man could know. Their love was a tapestry woven with stardust, destined to endure. Time passed, and Selene discovered that she carried Orion's child within her. Their joy knew no bounds, but a bittersweet truth loomed over their happiness. Selene, as the moon, could not remain on Earth forever. However, fate had a plan to keep their love alive." The flamed Selene's stomach b

But I keep dancing. Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. He stumbles. And then he shifts back, flames coiling around him like serpents. “This cowardice suits you,” he spits, trying to mask the shake in his limbs. “You’re not a king. You’re a mistake.” I look around. Our side is holding. Barely. Selene—goddess, Selene—she’s battling three rogues at once. A flash of silver. Then— She’s struck. Tackled. Disappears behind a tree line.

mother said “You fell for me because I was daring, you felt free …you like the freedom and the thrill of doing something forbidden, didn’t you Selene?” Asked Dr Ambrose going close to Selene and looking into her eyes without breaking contact . “That’s was wild and I shouldn’t have trusted that at your handsome pale face of yours !“said Selene, closing her eyes and looking away, she turned and took a long gaze at Dr Ambrose lips before turning around and she was suddenly fanning herself , her face all flustered.

“You don’t know his intentions.” Before Deborah could reply, the door opened again. Aston walked in with Selene by his side, both dressed impeccably, looking every bit the composed couple. The faintest smile tugged at Selene’s lips when she saw Deborah, the kind that didn’t reach her eyes. “What’s with all the tension?” Aston asked lightly. Lucio didn’t hesitate. “Your sister has an admirer.” Selene’s eyes immediately lit up, but not with joy. “Oh? That’s… surprising.”

Just in front of the table is a large round, white pedestal, a silver painted chalice, and a gilded knife on top of it. Behind the dias is a beautiful and ancient floor to ceiling painting of our goddesses, Artemis and Selene. The two are standing in a glen in a forest, moonlight filtering through their hair. Though Artemis’s myth has long faded from human memory, she lives on as a helper, a friend, to our Lady Selene. In the painting, her youthful beauty shines, her face caressed by her long auburn hair, her creamy complexion glowing. She wears a short green toga, leaving her legs bare. Artemis carries her silver bow and quiver filled with arrows. Selene, our silver lady, stands tall

After a pleasurable sex with Anne, Leo left her to catch a nap and he kissed her on her cheek before leaving. He stood before the gate of the dungeon, heaving some good amount of breaths in and out, before he finally unlocked the entrance and made his way to where his ex best friend and presently worst enemy laid. The dungeon looked crappy and worn out with a bad stench that could make the pit of a human stomach recoil in irritation, thereby causing a tornado of vomit.

Ambrogio tells Apollo, finally standing his ground against the man that took everything he ever loved away from him. Apollo let out a huff, before he says to Ambrogio, “You are no match for me, even with your army of Selene’s wolves behind you. I’m a God, and it is time to take what I want, and stop playing these games with you mortals.”