Amy Cimorelli Novels & Stories

I had 7 of them that I asked. “let the party begin” Matias yelled and the music was turned up. I walked down to the snack bar to get some snacks when I felt someone approach me. It was a girl not so older than I was, she had beautiful blonde hair and the most charming blue eyes. She smiled at me and proceeded to put a cupcake on her plate, I didn’t even know who the hell she was and she looked very creepy. “hi, you must be Camila, I’m Danielle but everyone calls me Danie” she introduced pushing her hand out for me to shake. I shook it.

Chapter 16 I felt muscular arms gripping me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, but I couldn't muster up the energy to break free. Something was wrong; it could be felt in every molecule of my body. Pain and sorrow ran through me as I struggled to focus. I could smell all the fragrances in the air and hear a Northern mockingbird mimicking a sound. It took me a moment to realize what it was—the call of a blue jay. A warning that something else was coming closer.

Carolyne asked while she immediately moved to the edge of her seat out of concern. “I… ahem…” Amore cleared her throat. “Can you do me a favor please?” “Yes…. Of course, what do you need?” “I… I need to get in touch with my mom, without Richard knowing … can you help me?” Carolyne looked surprised at Amore, out of everything, this was the last thing she expected Amore to ask her. ‘Time has always been the greatest ally of TRUTH, because TIME eventually relieves and reveals all.’ By Suzy Kassem

I asked as he took a shot too. “Emory.” “I’m Iris, well I guess you kinda already knew that didn’t you.” Emory chuckled as he wiped his mouth. “Yeah.” We sat there drinking together for about twenty minutes before I got too hot and needed a breath of fresh air. I excused myself and found myself wandering to the same side door that leads out to the patio. I drunkenly hopped from stone to stone as something warm and powerful in my chest pulled me towards the cliff's edge. I stood there at the edge for a moment, hypnotized by the waves going back and forth. The water sparkled brightly as the light from the full moon shone onto them. A noise draws me from my trance, it’s Emory and he’s standing

The pack members exchanged glances, recognizing the urgency of addressing Elvie's condition. Morgana approached Elvie, her movements purposeful as she initiated a mystical incantation. "Elvie, daughter of the moon, let the veils that bind you be lifted. Return to the essence that defines you." The room became a canvas for the interplay of supernatural forces as Morgana's spell unfolded. A gentle energy enveloped Elvie, and the unnatural calmness that gripped her began to wane. The transformation, a delicate dance between magic and destiny, unfolded as Elvie's true self emerged from the shadows.

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She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Alice - Being a Luna was never part of my plan but it was my destiny and now I was loving it. I am Alice Anderson a hybrid wolf with a werewolf father and a mother who was a witch. That makes me special. Not always in a good way. After going through several trials and tribulations I was finally at ease with Lucian. I am Luna of the Crimson Shadow pack and Lucian Blake is my mate. Generally, life was good. I loved living in the pack and there weren't any more death threats.

I remember the words of a chant guiding my fingers as I worked. What was it? I close my eyes and let the whisper enter my flesh and blood, my lips move and I recite ... When dreamers dream They guard within A secret they must cherish, until Mother Moon through watery hue with iron she will not perish. Then with a final cry from Esme of "Go with the Goddess!" we are there. The crackle of pine needles beneath our feet, the scent of pine and something else much, much darker. I am home. And everything is wrong.

"My name is Dylan." The guy shouted through the music. I smiled at him and nodded my head, telling him I heard what he said. "I'm Carmela." He pulled me by my waist and I yelped at his action. His arms snaked around my waist making me stiff under his touch. He smiled at me, not a scary nor friendly smile.