Ilia Amitola Novels & Stories

She then showed me the key but dropped it on the floor on purpose. "Opsss," she said, forcing me to look her in the eyes. "Don't ever stare at me like that." And I smiled at her. She was taken aback because I eagerly picked up the key. "I'm glad to be among your cleaners, Madam Lilith. I know I can learn a lot from you." I then turned to face the women who were only communicating with each other through their eyes. "I am overjoyed to be here with you all. My name is Dahlia Amelia Ofemia. You can also call me Dahlia. Let us work together to do an excellent job."

The YouTuber's expression froze in an instant, and when she looked at Amelia again, she was completely taken aback! But Master Leandro didn't know Amelia's identity yet. The YouTuber helped him by saying, "This lady is a well-known travel YouTuber in Arlington, with a kind heart and a powerful voice."

Mark bobbed up and down like a monkey. Amaliah merely smiled and said nothing. She was famished and had forgotten the lunch box that Sheila had packed for her. If it weren’t for that singular reason, she wouldn’t be going out for lunch with Mark, and she wouldn’t have seen that embarrassing scene between Caesar and his girlfriend. No doubt, Anastasia Knight was a goddess. She looked even better in person and her skin looked flawless. Amaliah had never encountered her in person, but she supposed it was going to be a normal thing to come across celebrities while she worked at Skyline Corp.

I was more determined than that though, I'd go all night if I had too. It was 3 am and Max was passed out on the sofa. Still no sign of a single Megestanis, but I had found Postestas Loren's mate. Her name was written as Donatia Chiaramonti Loren and unlike every other name, it was in red ink. Her birth date, April 16th 44 AD, was also in red. "Max , wake up," I said. "Bloody hell, Max! I said wake up!" I repeated after he didn't reply.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

"By the way, your friend Amelia, the girl who fainted earlier, what is she like?" "Oh, it was the first time for me to see her like that, normally at school, she's very active. She has the same strength as her other friends. If I am not mistaken she is from the same tribe as Caleb but her mom was a faith healer just like Adrienne, they call it Babaylan," "Faith healer called Babaylan, isn't that more like a shaman or witch?" "Sort of," "I see, that explains it," "Explain what?"

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

she chuckles. I smile at them, touched and a little flattered that they want to know so much about me. As overwhelming as it has been to be asked so many questions at this ball, it is nice that people care enough to take an interest. “I don’t mind at all. And you mentioned you’re an Alpha Ambassador, is that to the US?” I inquire. “Yes, it is,” she replies proudly. “She’s not bragging nearly as much as she should. Amelia here was the first Alpha Ambassador in history,” says Luna Marcus proudly, smiling at her with so much love and warmth in his eyes I can’t help but feel envious.

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. ✾ The little girl had tied her pretty little hair into a tight ponytail. She was called Amara, and she was one of the lucky young women who were chosen to be consorts of the future great Alpha of Cinco. She had just finished her morning chores and was supposed to visit one of her best friend, Eleanor. Amara had fondly called her El. She was proud of the fact that only a few people called her that name.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and