Novel & Cerita Ameri #iruma Kun

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

The man, feeling his anger justified by the arrival of a seemingly responsible figure, immediately explained, "Sir, I'm just trying to get home, and this young lady here bumped into me. She's been drinking and hurling insults at me for no reason." Nysaa, who had turned to face the intruder, was too intoxicated to immediately recognize the man as Mace. She raised a finger and slurred, "Oh great, another knight in shining armor." Then her eyes widened as the man's features became clearer. Nysaa's drunken realization sent shockwaves of panic through her. It was Mace, the very person she had vowed to take revenge on. Her face turned pale, and she took a hesitant step back, stumbling slightly.

Iris still carried the sassy attitude when speaking back to Aramis. “Hmm!” Aramis clicked his tongue and closed his eyes to hiss, “Are you Zion?” he growled at her, “You are not right? Or do you want me to rearrange your face to make you look like Zion? Stop fucking interrupting!” he was hyperventilating and yelling at her. Finally, Iris’ attitude withered away when being yelled at by the Alpha King.

Roman replied, handing the baby to Camila. "What are we going to call her?" Roman tilts his head to the side as if in thought, smiled and then said "Amila Romie Romero" Camila laughed " That's just our names alternated" Roman nodded sheepishly "exactly Mila, I want her to always remember how much we love her". He pressed a kiss on her forehead and smiled. So did Camila. And so did little Amila.

Iridescent scales slide down her arms. "For a mortal that likes to whore herself out to paras you're one stupid as bitch. You don't have a clue how this world works. Well little clubwhore; you're about to get a crash course. Rage is my fated mate. We have sealed our bond. That means I have all his memories right up here." Remi says tapping the side of her head. Emerson shrugs her shoulders.

srinithi smiled Amara went inside room henry asked "are you sad" . . . amara : one side I'm happy that our promise is going to get fulfilled other side I'm sad that my little princess will leave me how can I live without her did you see they're loving her a lot though they don't know who is she if not today may be tomorrow she'll completely love them what if she forgets me if she knows the truth will she hate me if so how can I face her hatred

She sound happy being far away from us, while I'm not really ready to let her go. 'A car is entering the pack-land border.' Juan, our warrior on guard mind-linked me, brought me back to reality.

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

“You heard me. I know who you are. You can decieve everyone but not me.” Amaria cocked her head, feigning confusion. “No. My name is Urmi.” “You’re Amaria.” Amaria’s smile faltered just slightly, then curved into something sinister. “Nymeria…” She touched her lips as though she had let the name slip carelessly. “Oops.” She waved a hand dismissively. “I have nothing to discuss with you. You should leave.” But when she turned, Nymeria’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist.

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"