Gura X Amelia Novels & Stories

However, she wanted to know more. “Please, don’t harm me and my child”, Amelia pleaded, with her hands wrapped around her bump as though they currently aimed it. “We could be your savior from the person you never knew was a beast. You should be glad that we saved you”, Grey said from where he sat. Amelia shifted her head backwards to catch a glimpse of what he looked like, but her eyes were not helping out. She shut them tight since all she saw was blurry images. “Why did you drug me?” She asked again and this time, none of them replied her.

She was the same girl she met in Xander's company the first day when she brought Alexander back. "Rhea. My assistant." Amelia nodded her head motioning the girl to sit beside Xander which she did. Amelia for some reasons didn't like the girl. She seems younger than Amelia yet obviously attracted towards Xander whose eyes were stuck on Amelia. Can't this snow man see what kind of eyes his assistant has on him? She scoffed again mentally before placing the file on the table which Rhea took professionally. Amelia has to admit the girl was good in her work. Maybe that's the reason Xander was still tolerating her. Because of the glances and lip biting, she had done in those 30 minutes anyone can

Verily she is lost in her little dream circle, wishing he could provide that little glimpse of hope to this hope. “We are here for a reason” he stated. Pulling Amelia behind him. Arinya’s demeanour was different this time “Children” Greta laughed out. He quickly turned to face Greta. Greta had a sinister look. “Your herbs? don’t bother yourselves, I have them, ritz and qua leaves” Greta said. He hesitated for the safety of Amelia of course. But she, Amelia barged through him and collected the herbs. “There you go! Your herbs. Mr I am Alpha” Amelia said. He collected them and she turned back towards Greta. “Thank you, Greta”

"How?" I exclaimed wide-eyed as I watched Amara walk into the training room looking better than ever. I had been watching Gio train through a hidden monitor. I really needed to know more about him and I didn't think he would tell me so spying on him was my only option. The allergies looked really deadly and I didn't think she was going to recover even in a week, but here she was. She walked to the table to pick out boxing gloves and then walked straight to the dummy with a cold death stare plastered across her face. That look reminded me of Alita so much, she was always strong-willed and determined, I didn't think she was going to die.

I cringed at the image of Katharine and put the bottle back on to the rack beside me. "Come now, Luciana. We have known each other a while now. Intimately and otherwise. You can't hide from me forever." Amelia purred and dipped her hand lower, over her toned abdomen. My eyes trailed with the suds, the shot back to her eyes again. "Don't think I don't see your own pain within your eyes. Your own shame and guilt." I countered and Amelia bared her teeth. Fangs grazed her bottom lip and I smiled back at her. Then her hand dipped lower, bubbles trailing after it. Lower and lower until she reached the apex of her thighs. My nipples hardened in response. What lay between her thighs was somewhere I

***POV: Violet*** What a mess. Amara is crying, so many emotions over so many different things truly coming to a head at the same time. I managed to get her back to the packhouse and into her room. Her mom knocks on the door and pushes in. She brought her some tea; she’s always been thoughtful like that. She walks across the spacious room and sits down next to Amara on the bed, offering her the tea. Amara, tear-streaked face, still wearing her club clothes, sits up and gratefully takes the tea.

Greece stood nearby, mixing another bowl of batter and giggling at something Amelia had said. I blinked, wondering if I was still drunk and hallucinating. Amelia wore a simple oversized t-shirt and grey shorts, her short hair pulled back into a messy ponytail. There was a smudge of flour on her cheek and a light in her eyes that I'd never seen before. She looked... happy. Genuinely, unguardedly happy.

My hand starts gently rubbing her clit through the fabric, flicking my finger slightly against the sensitive nub. “Fuck, Jax,” Amelia exclaims. Looking up from watching my hand on her fabric, to her eyes, I can see she’s watching me closely. Her lips are parted in the most erotic way, while small pants escape them. She starts grinding into my hand and clutches her very own hand against my hard bulge in the pants rubbing me through the pants in the most delicate way, causing me to groan. “Amelia, we should stop,” I try to hold myself back. Maybe we shouldn’t be going this far right now, just yet. But if we keep this up, there's no way I could stop myself anymore.

Mia froze. "Amelia?" she whispered, her voice thick with tears. "Are you... are you comforting me?" I hooted softly, nuzzling against her cheek. "She's trying to help," Kealen said, his voice warm. "She's telling you that you're not alone." Mia let out a choked sob, her hand coming up to gently touch my feathers. "Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, Amelia." I hooted again, staying close to her, feeling her trembling slowly subside.

For her, it was like an intrusion of solitude, and she felt uncomfortable and anxious about it. Letting out a huge sigh, Amara continued walking on a muddy road. It was, indeed, a busy day for the mortals. She followed Grace as the older woman walked her way to a store that sells fresh fruits, then grabbed a piece of apple. The older woman turned and glanced at her. "Do you eat apples?" Grace asked curiously. Amara's brow furrowed and her forehead creased, but then she smiled as she thought that Grace might have supposed that werewolves don't eat fruits at all, but they do.