La Amante Novels & Stories

And it burned him alive. “Who is he?” Dante asked quietly. I met his gaze without blinking. “My son.” His jaw flexed. “Your son.” “Is there a problem with that?” Something dangerous flickered through his expression. “No problem. Just… surprising.” Luca slipped his arm around my waist. He didn’t have to say anything; the gesture said enough. The whole ballroom saw it. More importantly, Dante saw it. And he hated it. “You look good, Amara,” Dante said finally, his tone almost too smooth. “Stronger.”

"You are a pretty little thing, aren't you?" "Oh, sir. You don't have to flatter me. Trust me, I know that I am slowly wasting away. I see it in your eyes too. They are lifeless and soulless. My momma tells me that the La Amorita has gotten me and now my soul is gone." "The what?" "The La Amorita. It's a local legend from hundreds of years ago. I believe it came from Mexico." "She is the eater of souls and preys on those looking for love."

JILLIAN My body is shaking a bit while my hand is forming a fist as he walks towards me holding the woman by the waist. So, it is how he holds a woman he likes. The woman smiled at me and I’m forced to reciprocate that smile though I’m so broken. I’m jealous. “Jillian, she is Carina, my woman,” Angelo spoke. My world felt like it stopped spinning. I can’t believe what he just said. I forced to maintain my composed self and act as normal as possible.

Amira responded. A young woman walked in carrying a bowl and a towel, she got close to the bed and bed her head. "My lady, master asked me to tend to your needs" she said with her heads bent "You can lift your head. What's your name?" Amira asked the woman "Selina, My lady" she replied "Nice to meet you Selina and please call me Amira, that's my name" Amira responded with a smile. Selina prepared the bath for Amira as she really needed to have one. She felt shy knowing Selina had a hint of what went down between her and Amir.

I smiled at my beauty whose eyes lit up when she saw my smile reaching my eyes “for once, we are at least one, big, happy family” “And that is how it will always be, neonata” I whispered to my beauty before leaning in to kiss her. She smiled into the kiss before pulling away “I love you, my beautiful, Aurora D’Angelo” “And I love you, my armor, pride, and glory, Dante D’Angelo…” The end.

I didn't ask to be engaged, and I haven't really done anything wrong, but an uncomfortable emotion lingers even though I can't guess what it is. "A total of three hundred guests from my part," Amanda says. "It was truly a tough decision but I'm sure of it now. Can you guess how many guests you might invite? A rough estimate will do for now." I clear my throat when I realise she has been talking all this while and I have tuned her out completely. "That depends on a lot of things," I say. Even though it only depends on how I feel about the wedding by the time I have to invite people, and how this whole thing with Mark ends up.

Unable to keep her eyes open anymore, she gave in to the darkness and finally stopped breathing. The men threw her body into the pond and left without turning back making it impossible for them to notice the white light glowing in the pond. On the night of the full moon, the alluring beauty, Royal concubine Amber died. Somewhere in another place... A young man was sitting on a small mountain. He looked like he had just came out of a painting as he gazed at the full moon with a smile on his face. His amber eyes were filled with longing yet his lips were arched beautifully. Down the small mountain was a lake surrounded by flowers. The sight of a young man on a mountain surrounded by nature was

“You’re not in any condition to leave, Tamara. Like I said, my aunt is a nurse, she can help take care of you. Stay, at least until you’re healed enough to walk properly.” I let out a heavy sigh as I weighed my options- like I actually had an option. “Fine.” He nodded his head triumphantly as he reached for the tv remote off of the coffee table. He turned it on and a random news station played. The news woman was reporting on the massive mudslide that swept through the area last night. Elliot left me to rest and watch tv while he fucked off to some other part of his house I hadn’t seen yet. I ended up dozing off again, no weird dream this time, thankfully.

I did not know whether or not to like it, but I knew that since she was injured I should not be overreacting. Delilah turned to me, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to memorize every detail. Then she gave a soft nod. “It’s a pleasure to meet you… you must be Damon’s…” “My mate,” Damon said firmly, stepping beside me, his hand grazing the small of my back as he looked directly at Delilah. “The mother of my child and my woman, my pride and my glory.”

I tried not to act like I was curious to know. “I mean didn’t you know that Dante was sleeping around with different women? I have a lot of videos of them. I think you’d like them.” He took his phone out and showed me a picture of two people in a room. It was Dante and the lady looked familiar. I think I saw her at the party earlier today, Dante and Savanna. I had known about Savanna from one of those classes I had with Dante, she’s the brand ambassador of one of the wines that the King empire produces.