La Amante Novels & Stories

From: Lyza Yang To: Samantha Lee Sam, here are the proofs of your boyfriend’s mistress. It’s real and I have confirmed her identity. I’ll tell you later tonight.

"I haven't had time to ask your name. May I know it?" The sound of breathing next to her stopped for two seconds, and then the girl opened her mouth. " Elda." "Elda? Is your name Elda too?" Amelia thought the name was a little familiar at first, and then she recalled where she heard it. "Who else has this name?" The girl aroused a little curiosity. "My mate's sister." Speaking of Alex, Amelia smiled. The girl turned her body to face Amelia. "Your mate?" "Yeah." Amelia also turned around, facing Elda.

Kaylila said calm down. "Where could it possibly be, Yang. You know that I can't live without you. You're all I have right now. Anita, Vienna and Audi are nobody. They're just a game for me. Unlike you, you're everything to me." Genta said again. Kaylila senses something strange about what Genta is talking about. "Who are Anita, Winda and audi, Mas?" Ask Kaylila directly. Genta is jolted, aware that Kaylila does not know about her relationship with the three people mentioned by Nosa. Genta feels trapped. Genta turned his face away, not daring to look at Kaylila.

Lucifer murmured eyeing her lips. There is just an inch between their lips. "That was a mistake and you know it" Amber defended herself in a breathless whisper. "A mistake I loved so much and would not mind if you repeat" he smirked. Amber blushed beet red with embarrassment. "You..." She stopped unable to finish her sentence when a pair of lips covered her own in a passionate kiss. Amber with all reluctance allowed Lucifer to kiss her. She is wearing a short black dress that is molded to her figure, leaving very little to the imagination. It reached mid-thigh showing her cute lean legs.

“That you want to be bound to my brother. Is that what you want, Amara?” Dante had dropped his hand in favor of also staring in anticipation. Something about the way she had said my name made my stomach tighten. Grey eyes searched through mine for any semblance of a lie and I was all too reminded of how awfully similar the DeLaurentis siblings were. I lifted my chin just a little, and with the grace of someone who had been groomed to perfection, I nodded. “Yes,” I turned to Dante, and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss on his lips. He didn’t move or react as I’d thought he would. But I could have sworn I felt the ghost of a stiffen.

She smiles warmly at Adriana, her eyes filling with tears. “She is beautiful. Look at her Atticus, she suits you perfectly,” she says softly, looking between us. I look across at Adriana, gazing into her soft green eyes that are staring back at me. I can’t tell what she’s thinking, but the way her hair falls over her face makes my fingers itch to reach out and brush it back. “I am truly happy to know that you will not be alone, Atticus. This is the Luna of this pack. My son’s Luna.” Mom murmurs as she weakly tugs our hands closer, placing mine upwards.

He turned to see a figure emerging from the shadows, their features obscured by the darkness. "Who are you?" Antonio demanded, his voice tight with suspicion. The figure stepped closer, revealing themselves to be a woman, her features illuminated by the dim glow of a nearby streetlight. She was tall and slender, with dark hair that fell in loose waves around her shoulders. "I'm Amari," she said, her voice calm but with an underlying edge of urgency. "And I think we need to talk." Antonio eyed her warily, unsure of whether to trust her. But there was something in her demeanor, a sense of purpose that resonated with his own, that made him pause.

Marina adds, I'm grateful for her defending me, but I can't deny it makes me feel uneasy. "Nice to finally meet you in close proximity, Angelica," the lady who was on her phone says with her arm stretched out, and a sly smirk on her lips. "Lucia D'amato." She's a D'amato? She looks quite different from the D'amato ladies I've seen. While the other ladies have black or brown long hair, hers is platinum blond, in a bob. I take her hand. "Nice to meet you again," the second lady says. This one I remember.

Bonnie assured Gabriella as she patted her hand. “I believe I will one day, but mi amante de ensueno will always have a place in my heart,” Gabriella breathed. “To this day, I still have his shirt. When my mind drifts, I think of him; his passion, kindness, his hazel eyes, and his arms around me.” “What does that mean? The mi amante . . . whatever you said in Spanish?” Becky asked. “My dream lover,” Gabriella answered. The doors to the bar busted open. Three firemen ran in. “We got a call about a fire!”

“Is this really you or did Lorenzo clone you? Because you don't seem to be acting like the Honey I know.” I laughed. “I am still me. I am just learning to give love a second chance.” Anelia shook her head. “Big mistake.” Matteo walked up to her and smiled at Amelia. “Welcome back to LA.” Amelia raised her brows. “And who are you?” Matteo gave an awkward smile and said, “Sorry that I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Matteo, Lorenzo’s friend.” “Oh…” Amelia said, not looking impressed. “I see.”