La Amante Novels & Stories

“But what is it you keep calling them? The mark of—what now?” “The mark of L’Amante,” Mydera enunciated slowly for Nicolette’s benefit. “Or sometimes Elaina L’Amante.” Nicolette shook her head. “I’ve never heard them referred to as such. Is Elaina L’Amante—” “The first queen to get one,” Mydera explained. “Yes.” She cocked her head curiously to the side. “You’ve not heard the tale either, then, hmm?” Eyes brightening at the prospect of a tale, Nicolette shook her head. “No, I haven’t.”

Her hand was on his arm, but her stance made it obvious she did not need anyone. Inside, Madam Jamaica changed her eyes. Her silver hair was curled question-mark style. Her lips curled back in a sneer of admiration and contempt. "There she is," breathed Madam Jamaica to no one in particular, her voice thick with a puzzled kind of menace. "My phoenix in disguise. Well, well… a goddess, dear. Welcome to my estate." The words dripped from her lips like champagne hiding the taste of poison.

Obviously, the entitled tone belonged to Lamia Thelowar. Scum, my ass. I rolled my eyes, low-key, hoping she would see. I barely had time to glance at her before she glided away, sweeping the haughty attitude with her as she passed. Lamia Thelowar was a tall girl with wavy brunette hair. With slanting dark eyes that stressed her cunning edge, accompanied with dewy skin and luscious lips- she, of course, was the desired fashion icon. Despite my pride, I have to admit, I also sought her well-known visuals at one point, too.

Her back still bore the scars from previous encounters where she had forgotten her place. She showed no emotion. It was futile to do so. No amount of tears nor begging would sway the Madam from her decision. Her fate was no longer entwined with that of the brothel. A deal had been brokered. The mysterious man from the previous night had paid her debt. She was his now.

Eryx responds, standing up. “But Eryx, you haven’t eaten your food yet. Why are you leaving so suddenly?” Revilla tries to stop him. “It’s okay, Bunny girl. I’m not hungry. I’ll eat when I get home,” Eryx says, turning to leave. As he walks, Amy glares at Revilla, but they don’t notice. “Who is she? She seems close to Eryx,” Braylon asks, feeling uncomfortable about their interaction. “She’s Amy, the only daughter of the Richardson family, and Eryx’s fiancée,” Alex explains with a deep sigh.

Like her, they would get their wolves and maybe, if the Moon Goddess willed it, find their mates. Her mind settled on Damon, and her heart fluttered at the mere idea of him being her mate. But she quickly dismissed the thought, knowing it was just a foolish dream. She and Damon could never be mates. That would be a silly match from the Moon Goddess herself. A knock on her door got her attention, and she went to open it. She was surprised to see Luna Anita standing there with a mini chocolate cake in her hand, a big smile on her face. “Happy eighteenth birthday, Amara,” she said warmly, her voice filled with genuine affection.

She smiled at him. “Graçias mi Amor, sueña Conmigo ( Sweet dreams) .” He smiled as he kissed her temple and walked to his room. Sia smiled as she turned off the lamp and then drifted to sleep. ~~~~ “Carlotta, Zendaya would be home soon. We can not do this here.” Luciano added. “I don't care about that horrible puta, you call a wife. Luciano, echo de menos tus caricias. (I miss your caresses)” She added walking seductively towards him.

Graceful like a willow swaying in the wind, she stepped forward with a stunning posture. When Luna Sandra looked at this face, her heart fluttered momentarily, almost thinking that the woman from the past had returned. Then, her anger flared up, realizing that Beta Henry hadn't forgotten about that woman! However, Luna Sandra, despite her emotions, was a dignified person. While she detested Amant, she didn't reveal anything on her face. She smiled as Amant approached, instructing her to extend her hand for inspection. Amant's slender, graceful fingers resembled the branches of a spring willow—elegant and beautiful. Luna Sandra then inquired about her age and place of origin. Amant spoke, "I

Tony's POV "Her name is Leandra Smith. From what I can find out, is that she is an orphan. She doesn't know who her parents are, and they just gave her a name at the orphanage. She was a baby left at the door of the orphanage. I believe Dante is in love with her by the way he is treating her. He treats her like a princess. Unlike his other girlfriends, he doesn't use her only," Enzo says. Amelia bursts into tears again. My sister is getting on my nerves. Every time you talk about Dante and his new fiancée, she starts crying. I sent her to her room. I do not know why she is so obsessed with Dante.

Not a career problem but a matter of romance. Locked in the shadow of her own love for years and tightly closed the door of her heart for any man. Then the label lesbi, often given to her. No! Amanda is not a lesbian, she loves a man's long sword, it's just to do farming, Amanda has never been doing it. Nor was it because of fear of pain but because of the stupid commitment she had held firm up to now. Just want to make love with Antonio, and therefore she has only been doing make out with some random men out there.