Fated Hands Lori Ameling Novels & Stories

She clung to his arm as they made their way up to the front of the room, her laughter ringing out like a siren’s call. What the hell? I felt my breath catch in my throat, the sight of them together sending a jolt of confusion through me. Who the f*ck is that? My heart sank, a mix of disappointment and jealousy swirling within me. I tried to shake it off, reminding myself that I was his fated mate, not hers. Lori agreed, reassuring me that she was probably just a friend of his. Yet, the pang of unease was undeniable. Friends do not cling to their arms unless, of course, they are both females.

She buried her face in her hands, unable to say more. Loretta reached across and gently pulled her daughter’s hands down, cradling them on her own. Her voice was soft, steady, like the gentle hum of the moonlight. “My dearest, what you felt was no accident. That pull… that trembling… it can only mean one thing.” Liora’s eyes widened, searching her mother’s face for confirmation of the thought she hardly dared to voice. Loretta smiled faintly, though her gaze was laced with seriousness. “Christen is your mate, Liora.”

"You have to leave. My presence is needed at the assembly gathering." But as always, Lori is hard headed and stubborn. She closes the distance between us again and I set my jaw when her hands land on my crotch. She locks a daring gaze at me and rubs her hand around my crotch gently. I try to pull her hand away but she keeps her hand planted over it. "What? Don't tell me you are afraid of falling for my charms again." I shut my eyes and try to suppress the rising anger inside me. "Get your hand off me, Lori." I warn, opening my eyes again.

She had both tears, snort, and cum all over her face. “Get up,” Arlo commanded. Lori tried to get up but she couldn’t. “Do you want to be daddy’s good girl?” Arlo asked in that psycho tone we all know. She nodded, enjoying both the thrill and dark pleasure Arlo was feeding her. “Then get up!” He demanded. As soon as Lori managed to get on her feet, Arlo turned her around with force, arching her front to the shelf while her back rested against his groin. He tied her hands to her waist and said, “

Miriam I followed behind Dietrick and three vamps carrying the remaining glass cases with the stolen wings. He had raged when he found I had managed to destroy the case with Mikah’s wings but hadn’t allowed me close enough to touch him. I felt slightly drained from the exercises I had been doing to tap into my dark magic. I was considering if I could kill him and the vamps quick enough to get away when I felt a pull at my mate bond. I knew Aro was in trouble. Without thinking, I sent my power through the bond, leaving myself unable to do more than follow behind my captors.

his fingers slightly brushed over hers. “I am here now,” he said. But Liora yanked her hand away. Her eyes darkened, and her hand shot forward, reaching for his throat. Her lips stretched faintly, her gaze turning darker. “No… you’re too late.”

His thick fingers found her already soaked pussy. “So wet for me already,” he growled. “You’ve been waiting for a real man, haven’t you?” He pushed two fingers deep inside her and started moving them fast. Liora moaned loudly, holding onto his shoulders. He added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her with his hand while his thumb rubbed her clit. “Ahh… Sir!” she cried. He didn’t stop until she came hard on his fingers, her juices dripping down his hand. But he kept going, drawing out her orgasm until her legs shook.

As I went to pull out my seat, my phone rang and when I drew it out, it was a call from Lori. "Dante..." It was like Renee already knew who was calling. "I know that you put her in safe hands, so nothing would happen to her. This should be a time for both of us to be really locked in on a conversation without getting distracted by our phones or calls that aren't emergencies." "Lori is pregnant and—"

They saw the day they met, the adventure that brought them together, and the love that grew between them. Lyria, the elven messenger, stood at the edge of the fog, her chanting now a powerful counterpoint to the Song of the Lost, her voice echoing through the forest. Eldric, his eyes locking with Lysandra's across the mist, found strength in their shared memories. "We can't let the past control us. Our bond is stronger." With determination, Lysandra nodded and began to sing. Her voice, filled with love and hope, intertwined with Lyria's chant, forming a protective barrier around them.

Fated But Not Destined ***************Chapter 3************* *********Mated To Two Mates************* Chloe POV “Tell me you’re joking?” I questioned her with a drop dead eyes. “Did I look like a comediane to you?, I’m damn serious Chloe, he have a mate and his mate is among the most feared lady in the college.” Alice mumbled. “What the fuvk?!!!!, he is suppose to be my mate!!!.” “I felt the urge and burning sensation of me wanting him for my self only. “