Amor Sin Materia Novels & Stories

Guilt was eating me alive when I heard it, as the twins were my treasure, and I didn't want to part with either of them. But even as I was caught in a dilemma, the boy in my belly spoke to me in my mind. He told me that Tina and Zach had been having an affair for the longest time and had used black magic to get me pregnant with their child since Tina despised the thought of labor pains. I didn't believe it, until I had a private investigator tail them and was shown records of them going into a love motel together. Forget keeping his babies—all I wanted was to divorce that jerk.

Raven Pov "kneel," His cold voice thundered in the quiet room. I shuddered as I quietly obeyed, gritting my teeth as I fought back the tears from falling down my eyes. 'Oh Derrick, you shouldn't make her watch' Amanda said in her sweet coquettish voice dripping in sarcasm as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She is your Luna remember? She added giggling slightly. Derrick's eyes darkened as he stared at me, his gaze filled with disdain.

The taste of him was dark, like smoke and sin laced with something forbidden, sparking a shiver that crawled down my spine while my body went rigid beneath his touch. I could hear Darius growling, his rage cracking through the air like thunder. He tried to rise, his pain turning into guttural sounds of protest. I struggled against Damon, pushing, kicking, doing anything to break free, but he only held me tighter, his hand firm on my chin as if he owned my breath. Every nerve in my body screamed, torn between fury and helplessness. I could feel my wolf craving more of his touch, even as he pulled away. His right hand traced the line of my jaw, his fingers moving with lazy confidence, as if he

she replied smoothly, sipping her wine with a flick of her wrist, a short-lived smile rising up her cheeks. I wanted to claw something. Preferably, Matteo's stupid smirk off his face. With all the enthusiasm of a death row inmate, I dragged my feet toward the seat beside him, and the second I sat, Matteo leaned in so close I could feel the warmth of his breath tickling my ear. "Missed me, baby sister?" He whispered, the mockery in his voice a low, sinful purr. I turned to face him slowly, giving him the coldest, deadliest smile I could muster, "Like a migraine."

I started as made my way down the cobblestone stairs, to the dimly lit basement. "Boss," They both said simultaneously. It's hard to tell them apart, from their chocolate-colored hair to their hazel eyes. The only difference between them is the subtle scar on Angello's chin and a scar below Alessio's left eye. "Has our little birdie sung yet?" I asked looking over to the beaten man tied to a wooden chair while I popped a few sunflower seeds in my mouth. "Not yet, boss, he maintains his innocence." Angello chuckled as he walked over to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands.

She looked like sin and power wrapped in one perfect package. She smiled slowly, eyes raking over my body. “Lock the door.” I did. “Now come here and show me how wet that pussy is....."

Final Scene – Amara’s Reflection Later, alone in the hotel room, Amara stood before a cracked mirror. She held the relic in one hand. Lorenzo in one corner of her empire. Luca in her walls. Her mother’s voice echoing from the grave. And Mateo — waiting for her to choose. “I didn’t come here to be a saint,” she whispered. She placed the relic on the table. “But maybe… I was never meant to be anything else.” The candle flickered. Outside, Rome burned.

“Perhaps settling the score would be later. I need to make love to my beautiful mate.” I nodded and patted my thighs as soon as I landed on the bed. “I love you, Artemisia. I love every inch of you and every f**king part of your body. I'll never lose you as I did before, and I will protect you at all costs, even from my family.” Sin said, closing his lips on mine. “I love you too, Sinclair Stone,” I murmured into his ears as his hand went inside my thighs. “Make love to me.” “Yes, darling.” He said, taking me to a height I hadn't reached before.

“Amara, I’ll explain. Just not here.” “Why not?” she whispered, desperation bleeding into her tone. “Why not now?” Because he didn’t want her to hear it from Damian. Because whatever truth lingered in the shadows was darker than she imagined. Damian seized the silence, his smile cold. “Because the great Sinclair only tells the truth when cornered. And right now, Amara, he’s running out of corners.” Adrian lunged. Not physically, though the tension promised it could turn violent in an instant, but with words sharp enough to wound. “Stay away from her, Damian. If you so much as breathe her name again, I swear”

Mateo looked like he was about to faint at Sin's betrayal, and he started speaking very fast in Italian. "Non puoi assolutamente fare questo; sai quanto è pessimo il suo cibo. far tutto quello che vuoi. Solo non farmi passare attraverso quest'uomo. "Sono uno dei tuoi uomini migliori e fidati e sono venuti anche per salvarti." Mateo kept on rambling; his eyes looked like he was about to cry any moment now. Wow, I have never seen someone cry over my food before. I feel so touched. Sin gave him an apologetic look, pushing the food to him, while Mateo, on the other hand, kept on shaking his head even though he couldn't turn down Sin.