Ilia Amitola Novels & Stories

he says a little too condescending for my liking, but I let it go. I’m incredibly panicked. This is the first time I’ve left my Pack for any amount of time that wasn’t related to a crisis of some sort. I’m going home with Colby. I can’t wait to see his Pack, meet his family, and especially meet Amelie. I have some gifts for her, that Colby helped me pick out. A purple elephant – she collects elephants, and she loves the color purple. And a little necklace with an elephant on it. From what Colby has told me this will be her first big girl jewelry. I can’t wait to see her little face.

A perfect Luna suggestion. Maybe Amelia really was ready for this after all.

The seventh day had begun with silence, but it did not last. By the time the sun had climbed above the spires of Whitestone, word had spread like wildfire, Amelia Grace, the untouchable heiress confined to a bed for nearly ten years, had risen and walked on her own two feet. The miracle had not been wrought by the famed specialists of IMSAEB, nor by Reginald Caldrick’s pompous council of so-called authorities. No, it was Arla-Rosa, the young woman dismissed as “the eastern apprentice,” who had done what none of them could.

"Give me the phone. I want to see what that woman's livestream looks like." "This..." The assistant hesitated for a moment. Amelia: "Why do you hesitate? Give it to me!" The assistant, feeling a bit anxious, quickly handed over the phone. On the screen, Leah appeared with her slightly seductive makeup, a lazy smile on her face, almost like a lively little temptress. "This b*tch!" Amelia bit her lip, somewhat displeased as she glanced at Leah's data. "Fifty million..." Amelia widened her eyes. "Why does her live-stream donation amount so much?!"

I watched Amelia as the elders spoke, studying every subtle shift in her expression, each tightening of her jaw, each momentary furrow of her brow. My mate had always been skilled at maintaining a mask of composure, but I’d learned to read the emotions she tried to hide. Right now, beneath her careful control, she was processing something monumental. The revelations about her birth, about Amala Luna Velasco, had clearly shaken her, but there was more. Something she needed to know but couldn’t quite bring herself to ask.

" Please, Amelia, don't be modest. I gave you the money and in return you made a wonderful surprise that gave me the inspiration I needed to create the next fragrance." " I don't know what to say, Adam..." Obviously she wasn't going to deny it, Amelia knows how to take advantage of opportunities well. "You don't have to say anything! I will have to take a trip to central California where almond production is up and also Colombia is not too far away, I will be able to visit the Miltonia orchids." He is so excited. "Just be careful, honey..." Amelia asks nicely. "It's a quick trip, that's how long you can stay here and help me organize the casting. I want a model who can be the soul of the per

VICTORIA "It’s not a lie, Victoria, and you know it," she said without a trace of compassion in her voice. "I’m not going to let you keep living under the delusion that Lorenzo will choose you. Let go of your ambitions. Alina is back. She was drugged and held captive. She’s a victim... and his legal wife..." "I’m his mate. I’m his real mate, not her!" I screamed at her, my lips trembling, barely holding back my sobs.

“ 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

“This is Laura. My wife.” Amelia’s eyes widened dramatically. “Your wife? Oh my gosh! It’s so nice to finally meet you, Laura! I’m Amelia Island. Aaron and I have been friends since we were kids. I’m a fashion designer .... I just got back from showing my new collection in Paris.” She spoke so fast and cheerfully that it was almost dizzying. I forced a small, polite smile even though my jaw felt tight. “Nice to meet you,” I said quietly, keeping my voice steady.

She decides it's a good idea, she finishes the water and grabs more then goes into her room to undress to join her Dad in the sauna. She grabs a towel and wraps it around her nubile body. Amelia is a college freshman at the nearby university, fortunately, she had excellent grades through high school and received a full scholarship. She is 19 and very fit having been a swimmer for the school and every chance she had growing up. She has straight Black hair to her shoulders, a smooth caramel skin tone with deep brown eyes thanks to her Latina mother.