Ilia Amitola Novels & Stories

asked the man in a dongker shirt, his voice low but sexy. The assistant approached to take some look and then returned to his feet. "Oh, that's a cooperation contract proposed by Altakendra Corp. They want to build a resort in Amsterdam." "Amanda Altakendra, an architect who has now settled in Indonesia, has collaborated several times with this company. She designed the companies in Japan and Austria. For additional information, the woman was so beautiful and sexy and single," Brian explained. A faint smile appeared on the handsome face of a man in a blue shirt when he heard the explanation of Brian, his personal assistant.

Grandma Amelia came to Alpha Jake's room and as usual, she saw him staring at Leilah's picture. "I always hate myself for not believing Leilah, I won't stop apologizing to you for taking Leilah away from you, I'm so sorry." Grandma Amelia said. He didn't even look at her. "Why are you here?" He asked Coldly. "Uhmm, I guess you know about the great female Alpha Amanda." Grandma Amelia answered. "I heard about her name only and the great things she has done which won her the award of the most greatest female Alpha." Alpha Jake said.

The girl wearing black office attire whispered to her friend who can’t take the eyes on her. “For almost five months, I am glad she already came back. But, we should be careful with our moves right now. We know how devil she is if we do simple mistakes.” The man whispered to his co-worker. He should have spoken again but Amaia’s hawk eyes landed on him, making him feel the invisible electricity of fear. Amaia is back. The Queen of Doom is back. She has a title as a Doom Queen, one of the famous Neuropsychologists in Asia. She is a remarkable psychologist and resolves a lot of cases on her patients even her attitude was kind of ill-tempered.

Amanda nodded in approval. "I know it's too early for me to say this since we're not married yet, but I want to let you know that I won't tie you in the house, and I'm not expecting you to be a submissive wife. I want you to continue being a smart and independent woman. I don't want you to be known as Mrs. Emmett Albreicht, but I want you to be known as Amanda Montserrat, the genius and successful CEO of Etoile Cosmetics Company." Emmett sincerely stated.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

But remembering it at her current situation only made her feel regret and sadness. "Lia?" "Uh. His name is Damian" Amelia says as she snaps back to reality. Her head turns to the TV that was playing the news. It was about the top 10 CEOs of the year. Amelia's eyes widened as the top 1 CEO was shown. It was him, with his forest eyes that seem to be able to see through anything. It was her first. It was Damian. "Lia? What is it?" Tara asks and looks at the direction of Amelia's eyes.

“ I know a whole lot of you are wondering why I look familiar , I just wanted to say that , I used to be Amelia Santiago, the woman that was wrongly accused of killing her babies and wrongfully put in jail , I want to say a big thank you to my parents who didn’t believe the public’s and did everything humanly possible to make sure that I am out , and I want to say a big thank you to that , being lonely and lost isn’t what I would wish even on my enemies and when I found those , I trusted they still betrayed me and causes me unimaginable pains . I would not want to say much , but I would let byGones be bygones , but that’s not true though, I would want everyone to be happy and help me celebra

"Tell me everything." Amelia paused for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Okay," she began, her words measured. "My real name is not Amelia Blackwood. It's Amara, and I'm not entirely human. I come from a lineage of mystics, bound to the Moon Goddess herself." Ethan's eyes widened in shock. "Mystics? Moon Goddess?" Amara nodded. "Yes, we are guardians of the Moon's power, given the ability to channel its energy. It was my mission to protect the Moonlit Meadow and make sure its sacred energy stayed pure."

“That I’ll bleed until nothing remains.” Silence fell over the table. Amira’s heart pounded, but before she could speak, the television on the wall flickered on, the evening news rolling across the screen. The anchor’s voice filled the room. Breaking tonight: ‘shocking revelations about Amira Santis, the woman linked to billionaire Montez De Vitalio. Sources allege that considering the fact she once worked as a stripper, she used her position to seduce her way into De Vitalio’s life. New reports claim her relationship is part of a calculated scheme to dismantle his empire from within.’

"As though she's breathing for the first time." Victor nodded. "I think she finally found peace." — Rita wouldn't discuss it again. Christiana warned her not to go. But Amiriam had made up her mind. She packed one suitcase. And boarded the flight alone. The wellness center was behind stands of pine. A wooden sign groaned in the wind: Quinn Holistics. The fence groaned open as she pushed it. Wind hissed. A chime played out as she pushed open the door inside. Behind the counter, a woman was arranging jars.