Ilia Amitola Novels & Stories

"It’s true, the Luna we thought was lost has returned, and there’s an heir on the way. Soon we’ll both be parents, and my bloodline is more than secure..." I said it with bile crawling up my throat, my fists tightening just slightly over the leather armrests. Alina made her entrance, wheelchair and all, weak but loyal to the bitter end. They questioned her, because no one bought that amnesia story right away, but the doctor spoke about her condition and they had no choice but to swallow their protests. At least Alina was useful for one thing... keeping their ambitions in check. With the "perfect" Luna back and an heir carrying my blood, they’d run out of reasons to question my strength.

“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.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“I am making a vision board for my future. Miss Daniels said if you can see it, you can achieve it.” “And what are you dreaming up tonight?” She turned the board toward me. There, at the center, was a glossy magazine cut-out of a tall, elegant woman in a sharp white suit. Confident. Polished. Powerful. The kind of woman who looked like she owned every room she stepped into. “That is her,” Primrose said reverently. “Amara Holt. She is the richest businesswoman in the world. She gives money to hospitals, builds schools, and fights for poor people. I want to be just like her.”

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

Not to mention the fact that if I understood my brother's note correctly, he may know something about, or even be an accomplice to, Axel's abuse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris," the Alpha says, grinning at me. Then, his eyes go to his son. At Kenton's nod, he turns to the people of his pack. I Look from the two men before me, then turn my attention to the men and women who are standing before the three of us, trepidation creeping in as I watch them lower their heads at the three of us as if I'm someone important to them along with the two men standing next to me. "Everyone, I would like to introduce to you Kenton's mate and the future Luna of our pack, Amaris Redding."

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

Not foaming! My sister suffers from arthilopedia, a sickness she got from premature birth and in a very risky circumstance. It makes her collapse at anytime, which makes her eye rolls backwards when she doesn't get her medication on time. I am happy she made it, even though my mom didn't. In ten minutes I got home. Ayo was there already, making me relax a little. I rushed into the elevator and tapped the button for my floor. On reaching my apartment, I barged in.